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No, just a bit roughed up. We had some looters try to break in, but Heather is a hell of a shot. She just scared them off. We're not trying to add to the zombies out there," Emma says.

You step back and sit down on one of the chairs. It is the first time you have sat down to rest in several hours. Your legs ache and throb. You pick up a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and munch on it.

Heather brings a laptop into the room.

"The Internet is slow but things are still working. Apparently, the infection is out of control, and governments are just trying to contain the large chunks of zombies in the cities, which sucks for us. Outside the city, there are fewer people and infection is much less. Plus, wackos outside of the city are just popping heads off the dead and keeping the numbers down. The big concern though is that all essential utilities will go down: electricity, water, gas. Then people will be forced to go to the streets for food, drugs, the good drugs like insulin and antibiotics. Deaths will go up, as will the zombie number."

Emma cuts in. "She always talks fast."

"Some on the 'Net are saying the military will set up borders around major cities and not let anyone in or out. Then we'll just have to wait and survive."

"Wait for what?" you ask.

Heather perks up. "Zombies need to eat just like humans. If they are deprived of food for a week, they die just like humans. Real death. Not fake, zombie death."

"Listen, Victor zombie. Heather's brother has a group of friends who are preparing to leave the city," Emma says. "If we stay in the city, our chances are slim. If we leave and get to Tom's group, we have a better chance of living."

"We're all tired. Let's get some rest and figure out what to do in the morning," you say. "Then we need to meet with her brother and get the hell out of here."