The aged wood creaked beneath Tasha\u2019s feet as she peered through the dusty windowpane into the dark interior. Nothing. This was the last window she could check and she hadn\u2019t seen even the slightest sign of life. Either it really was abandoned or they were hiding out upstairs. She retreated to the steps of the porch and beckoned. A dusky skinned woman appeared from the woods and moments later a boy\u2019s head peeked out around her waist. Their clothes were filthy and most of their skin was caked in dirt. Tasha knew she looked no better.<\/p>\n
\u201cLooks clear. We\u2019ll need to complete a room by room search when we enter, but it should be safe for the night. If we\u2019re lucky, there will be running water.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we\u2019re lucky, there will be food stores,\u201d Leesha said. She drew a pistol from her waistband. \u201cIs the door unlocked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn a moment.\u201d Tasha knelt at the door and slid two thin wires into the lock. \u201cGive me a hand, Rupe?\u201d At her signal, the boy twisted the knob and she shouldered open the door. The wires disappeared into her wristband and she drew her own pistol. \u201cStay close.\u201d<\/p>\n
Staircase, closet, three rooms to choose from. She started with the closet. Nothing in there. \u201cGet inside. The usual knock. If you hear any other pattern or if somebody opens the door\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll shoot them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tasha waited until she heard the latch click into place then tried door number one, just off the main entry. The dining room. She licked cracked lips with an even dryer tongue, the taste of copper flooding her mouth. She used an abandoned broom handle to lift the long, musty tablecloth. Nothing underneath it. More importantly, no one.<\/p>\n
The dining room opened into the kitchen. Clear. The pantry revealed stacks of canned goods. Jackpot. Methodically, she moved from room to room, each one coming up devoid of life. The stairs loomed before her. Anything could be waiting for her up there. At least with the rooms on the lower levels, she\u2019d been able to peer through the windows. Check for life. She was going in blind.<\/p>\n
The stairs groaned creaked and groaned with her every step. She considered backtracking for the broom so that she could test if they would hold her weight. She stuck close to the edges. The carpeting upstairs muffled the creaks as she stared down a long hallway of doors.<\/p>\n
She forced her nerves to quiet as she lay flat on her stomach to peer under the bed, her gun held awkwardly in front of her. Nothing. Bedroom after bedroom, each one empty. The last door held a bathroom. She turned the knob on the faucet and rusty water coughed and spat out for a moment then became clearer with each passing second. She stuck a finger under it and nearly yelped. Bone cold. Still, it was water and she could boil it in a kettle over the fireplace if the stove didn\u2019t work. She leaned over and took a long drink. Tasted clean.<\/p>\n
She bounded down the stairs with a whoop. \u201cLeesha! There\u2019s water!\u201d She rounded the corner and froze. The closet door was open. \u201cLeesha?\u201d This time more softly as she inched forward, her gun held before her, clasped in trembling hands. The closet was empty. She swung the door shut and repeated her rounds of the downstairs, ending up back in front of the open door.<\/p>\n
There was no sign of life in the house. This probably wouldn\u2019t end well. What had driven them from the house? Tasha turned from the empty closet, trying to remember if she\u2019d glanced at it again before heading upstairs. \u201cLeesha? Rupe? Where did you go?\u201d How long had they been missing?<\/p>\n
She peered out the window, watching as a beam of light flickered out of view in the woods. She flung open the door and screamed Leesha\u2019s name. The light turned, blinding her. She stumbled back and shielded her eyes. As the light swept away it glinted off hundreds of eyes. The building was surrounded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you alone?\u201d Tasha knelt next to a boy.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cMy mommy\u2019s nearby. She was going to take me somewhere safe. A house in the woods.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI can help you get there. We could all use someplace safe to stay.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI heard it has running water.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cGet away from my son,\u201d Tasha jerked her head around to find a woman with a gun trained on her.<\/em><\/p>\n She held her hands up in the air. \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cMama, she\u2019s going to help us.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cSorry, it\u2019s been a rough\u2026 day? Week?\u201d The woman lowered her gun but didn\u2019t holster it.<\/em><\/p>\n Tasha massaged the bridge of her nose. \u201cFeels like a lifetime. Your son here was telling me about a house? Something nearby?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cUp ahead through the woods. I can lead you there.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re going to die,\u201d Rupe sat on the porch swing, rocking back and forth.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere\u2019s your mother?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDead. Dead dead dead.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t say that. She could still be out there. Couldn\u2019t have gotten far.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDead for days. She led me to you. Told me you could get me here. Then she brought them.\u201d He raised a hand and pointed out at the shambling masses.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause she misses me. Wants me to join her.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRupe, come inside.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s the point? They\u2019re going to kill us. Or turn us. It\u2019s only a matter of time. I may as well go out swinging.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t think that\u2019s what the saying mean. We can beat this. We can fight.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy mom\u2019s dead, Tasha. The world is dead. At least for now, I have this.\u201d<\/p>\n Tasha pulled the door shut behind her and joined him on the swing. \u201cYou know, I always wanted a house with a swing.\u201d He slipped his hand into hers and she laced their fingers together. \u201cYou were right, you know? It does have running water. Food too.\u201d<\/p>\n He dropped his head onto her shoulder and they watched as the zombies approached.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The aged wood creaked beneath Tasha\u2019s feet as she peered through the dusty windowpane into the dark interior. Nothing. This was the last window she could check and she hadn\u2019t seen even the slightest sign of life. Either it really was abandoned or they were hiding out upstairs. She retreated to the steps of the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[407],"class_list":["post-9780","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","tag-fill-in-the-blank-prompt"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9780","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9780"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9780\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9780"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9780"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9780"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}