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Chapter Thirteen<br />
Scarlet<br />
THE BACKGROUND NOISE OF MY escape from Anderson was intermittent gunfire as the patrols were<br />
likely panicking with the herd of undead roaming the streets. I had retraced my steps back to Tavia’s,<br />
planning on persuading Tobin to come with me to the doctor’s ranch.<br />
Just as I crossed the intersection into my grandparents’ front lawn and the streetlight was behind<br />
me, I saw a dark form lying on the ground. “Tobin” I said quietly. I still held out hope that it wasn’t<br />
my friend until I saw the cornrows poking out in every direction.<br />
“Tobin” I said, approaching carefully. He was lying on his side, facing away. I prepa<strong>red</strong> myself<br />
to run if he moved toward me. I wasn’t sure what he was.<br />
I glanced at Tavia’s house, noting the spray of bullet holes that had penetrated the siding, the<br />
windows, and the storm door. I leaned down, seeing that Tobin’s lifeless body was in the same<br />
tatte<strong>red</strong> condition.<br />
I choked back tears and vomit. The same bastards that had gunned down the family on the bridge<br />
had done the same to Tobin. I didn’t want to leave him in the yard, but what could I do Just then a<br />
diesel engine gunned several blocks away. “I’m sorry, friend,” I said. Running once again as fast as I<br />
could, I raced back the way we came, not knowing which I dreaded more: getting caught, or escaping<br />
through the woods alone in the darkness.<br />
Back through town, I had to chance running across the bridge and then down the road. It seemed<br />
safer than traveling through the tall grass by the river. The engines of the soldiers’ trucks couldn’t be<br />
heard, so I darted back across the highway and through the woods to my vehicle. I slammed the door<br />
and locked it, taking one quick glance around before bawling uncontrollably. I hadn’t prepa<strong>red</strong> myself<br />
for what it might be like to leave Anderson without my children, or seeing Tobin’s body full of holes,<br />
or surviving something that made me feel an unbelievable amount of fear.<br />
The headlights of the Jeep burned through the night as I flew down Highway 11. Less than half an<br />
hour after I turned north onto Highway 123, the high-pitched wail of a car alarm could be heard. The<br />
noise peaked and fell quickly, like the ray guns in the old science-fiction movies my mother used to<br />
watch.<br />
I’m trying to watch a movie, Scarlet. Can’t you find something else to do other than to bug me<br />
all day Can I never have time to myself Go away! my mother would say.<br />
My desperate, tiny, eight-year-old voice replayed perfectly in my ear. You’ve been working all<br />
day.<br />
I’m trying to watch TV!<br />
I’m lonely! I would cry softly. I didn’t want her to hear me. I wanted her to see me.