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“I don’t think we can,” I said, pulling my cell phone from my pocket. I tried to dial Skeeter’s<br />
number to warn him we were coming, but all I heard was a busy signal. Of course the phone lines<br />
would be down.<br />
We caught up to a short line of cars, one after another slowing as we approached and passed<br />
Kellyville. Not a single person could be seen. I didn’t dare hope for the same in Fairview. As we<br />
approached the outskirts of town, it seemed quiet. At first, I thought maybe we were faster than the<br />
sickness, but then the car in front slammed on its brakes as a woman ran across the road screaming,<br />
followed by a man cove<strong>red</strong> in blood, much of it concentrated around his mouth. The woman had the<br />
most beautiful brunette hair I’d ever seen flowing behind her. She was running so fast, her hair was<br />
waving behind her head like a flag. Tires squealed against the asphalt, and a car in front led a frantic<br />
escape through town. The other vehicles chased it. I wasn’t sure if any of them had meant to come<br />
here, but they definitely weren’t going to stay.<br />
I glanced over at Zoe. “There are sick people here, Zoe. When I say so, I want you to unbuckle<br />
your seat belt and I’m going to carry you inside.”<br />
Zoe nodded. She blinked a few times. I could tell she was nervous, but not because she was afraid<br />
to die. She wanted to make sure she did what I asked of her, and did it correctly. Zoe was always<br />
particular about procedures, especially when they were spoken and not just implied. Rules were<br />
formed very carefully in our house. They were something we couldn’t take back. If there was an<br />
exception, we didn’t enlighten Zoe, because she didn’t understand the concept of an exception to the<br />
rule, and if we tried to explain it to her, she would get upset.<br />
“Zoe”<br />
“Yes, Daddy”<br />
“It’s time to unbuckle your seatbelt.”<br />
Zoe did as she was told as I made the first right and then pulled into Skeeter’s driveway. Once the<br />
car came to a stop, I shoved the gear into park and pulled Zoe over to my side, and we ran quickly but<br />
quietly to Skeeter’s back door. No one ever came to their front door, and if they did, Skeeter knew<br />
they were either a salesman or a cop, and Skeeter answe<strong>red</strong> the door for neither.<br />
I pounded on the storm door with the side of my fist, still holding Zoe by the waist with my other<br />
arm. The barrel of Jill’s .22 became visible, as it pulled the curtain away just enough for her to get a<br />
good look at my face.<br />
“It’s us,” I said, glancing behind me.<br />
The lock clicked open and the doorknob turned, and then Jill opened the door wide, waving<br />
quickly for us to come in.<br />
I set Zoe down. Her glitter sneakers slapped against the green-and-yellow diamond-patterned<br />
linoleum of the kitchen. I took a deep breath, trying to blow out all of the anxiety I’d just built up<br />
while attempting to get Zoe out of the car and inside the house alive, while Jill locked the door behind<br />
us and set her rifle down.<br />
Jill slammed into me, wrapping her arms around my torso and squeezing so tight I was glad I’d<br />
taken a good breath beforehand.<br />
“Oh my God, Nate! I’m so glad you came!” She let go of me and then bent down to hug Zoe. “Hi,