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disturbing, and a flood of emotions came over me. What had the girls been doing the day before and<br />
all night Irrational feelings like the fear that they wouldn’t survive if I hadn’t worried about them<br />
every minute of every hour crept into my mind.<br />
Unable to process any more, I rolled Leah into her grave, and grabbed the shovel to fill the hole.<br />
As I cove<strong>red</strong> her with dirt, my hands began to burn and complain from the digging the day before.<br />
Leah lay face down, slowly disappearing beneath the soil. Once I filled one hole, I began to dig<br />
another. I was sure to make Dr. Hayes’s hole a little wider, and a little deeper. I dug until the clay<br />
was too difficult, and then I rolled him into his hole, too. His leg managed to prop, so I had to bend it<br />
so he would lie right.<br />
By noon, I had said a few words about my friends, made myself a sandwich, and found rope,<br />
twine, and Leah’s stash of recycled cans. The plan was to line the perimeter with the cans so if any<br />
shufflers crossed the cans, the noise would be a warning. Not foolproof, but it kept me busy.<br />
Two days passed before I saw the first shuffler. He was only wearing a robe, stumbling down the<br />
road unaccompanied. The barrel of my gun followed him until he was out of sight. Shooting him<br />
crossed my mind, but because I’d seen the shufflers react to the car alarm in Shallot, I was afraid the<br />
noise would attract more. I let him pass, praying my cowardice wasn’t freeing him to attack someone<br />
else down the road.<br />
Every day I watched the road for the girls. To pass the time I cleaned, rearranged, reorganized,<br />
and wrote down how the food and water should be rationed. The girls were coming, and I had to<br />
make sure there were plenty of supplies for them when they arrived, especially the mac and cheese<br />
for Halle, and the double butter popcorn for Jenna.<br />
Day four was depressing. A part of me wanted to believe the girls would come straight to the<br />
ranch, but with each passing day it became obvious that wasn’t going to happen. I wasn’t sure why<br />
they hadn’t come. Refusing to entertain the worst scenario, I told myself Andrew was taking his time<br />
to keep our children safe. Still, the waiting was agonizing. Before the outbreak, there was never<br />
enough time. Now, the days dragged on, and I felt more and more alone, wondering if I was the only<br />
person left alive. That led to more uneasy thoughts: If Christy leaving early had helped her and her<br />
daughter Kate find someplace safe, if David and his family were okay, if David had made it out of the<br />
hospital at all. If he was working Mrs. Sisney’s code and she was attacking people outside . . . I<br />
shudde<strong>red</strong>, shaking the likely scene from my mind, only to think of other, less settling things. My<br />
mother was home alone, and so was my neighbor, Mrs. Chebesky. I wanted to call them to see if they<br />
were all right. I’d tried the doctor’s landline the first evening and every day after, but an automated<br />
response turned into weird, incessant beeps, and then there was no dial tone at all.<br />
The next day, I saw another shuffler. Part of me wanted to use her for target practice, but again I<br />
was afraid the noise would attract others. I hid inside the house and she passed, across the<br />
neighboring field, without event.<br />
A sense of pride swelled inside of me that my theory had been right. The doctor’s ranch was the<br />
perfect place to survive the end of the world. But it wasn’t surviving unless my girls were there with<br />
me. So I watched the road, sometimes looking so hard I could almost see them.<br />
But on Thursday morning, it wasn’t on the road that I saw someone. It was over the <strong>hill</strong>.