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Traveling light is best, so we take some clothes, some provisions, and carry our weapons."

Both women frown but agree with your approach.

You step to a window and move a curtain just enough to peek out. Several zombies are in plain view on the street, wandering around, searching. All have amorphous green lesions over dark yellow skin. They wander aimlessly, arms down or outstretched. You count three within forty feet of the house.

"Heather, you should change. We're getting ready to go soon," says Emma.

"Change into what? I'm wearing this, you lunatic," Heather says, sarcastically. She smooths out her white t-shirt and pulls at the edge of her shorts to make them seem longer.

"You can't wear that. You look ridiculous."

"It's hot out there, and I am not going to sweat my ass off being chased by the undead."

"Clothes protect you from the zombies," says Emma.

"Yeah, because zombies won't see through your amazing camouflage disguise." Heather rolls her eyes and checks one of her bags by the door.

Emma shrugs and shoves the last bit of clothing into a black duffel bag. She scrunches her mouth, as she always does when she's angry.

"Do we have a plan for getting outside?" you ask.

"Well, we have a car. We're just going to pack and go," says Emma and stands next to you.

"There are zombies roaming all over," you say, pointing outside.

Both women run to the window and look out.

"We need to figure out how to leave here safely," you say.