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You push hard into the door and find it fairly sturdy. You lean your shoulder in. The door barely budges. You take a few deep breathes and prepare to kick the door, when you catch movement inside -- the gray curtains to your left move.

You square off with the door, ready to run if necessary. You hear shuffling inside, and the sound of a deadbolt lock triggering, followed by the clang of a chain and turning of several more locks. You breathe in and out, eyes focused on the doorknob. The door opens.

Emma stands in front of you!

She reaches out, grabs your shirt, and yanks you inside the house. The door slams behind, and arms wrap around you from both sides. You pull away and see another woman, taller than Emma with sandy brown hair tied into a ponytail, fashionably dressed for the Apocalypse in green and pink camouflage print sweat suit and rifle slung over her shoulder. She has a bounce to her step and pulls away to re-lock the door.

"Victor zombie, this is Heather."

You smile and say "hello." Heather throws you a sideways smile as Emma leads you into a kitchen area. Stacks of containers, boxes, and packages lie about. Emma pops open the refrigerator and rearranges shelves of food. She looks thin in tight jeans and gray jersey. Her sleeves are rolled, and the skin underneath is blotchy and scratched.

You have so many questions for Emma. What do you ask?