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as the night passes she packs her large back pack and purse aka the trash bag her family and friends so loving call it. it has been hours since she last tired her husband , his phone is dead. as the world seems to be dead or dying.



she has no one but her to hunting dogs.



she needs to make a plan, she plays with the idea of waitting for her husband to come home, then look at it as he may never come home. or she can leave and find a place to go, and risk never seeing her husband again if he is alive.



she knows from watching tv, and reading books stay away from large crowds , big citys , and groups run by religious people.



she does not have a lot of expriance in living off the land but her husband has many books on it , best to pack them. she thinks it might be easer to grab the wagon the shed, she had won it at a raffle from tractor supply. the wheels are sturdy when pulled it makes no sound and is big enough to pull her bags and some sleeping supplys and what she finds on the way.



she does not have guns but she does have paddles and a base ball bat, yes she has paddles . she pulls the wagon into the house and starts to place her bags in it, carrying only what she could need cloths, books, medical, food, cooking wear, her paddles , and some weapons .



she decideds to wait no longer if her husband is alive he will see the note taped to both doors. she plans to hike to the park , it is so fair away from any towns it has its own camping cabins and stores. to walk there it is a 3 hour walk 20 minutes of it getting through the mall parking lot down the road, after that nothing but open roads and fields many streams to drink from



she takes her time to dress, it is dark out side and still cold at nights , she does not want to wear to much but does not want to be exposed either.



when she feels the time is right she looks out side her windows there are no people and no moaners around. there is fire and distruction.

she has spent hours in the closet with her dogs , the noise at the door has stopped , but the noise out side has not. there is screaming and moaning , dogs barking, guns being shot , pretty much any kind of noise to signal the end of mans world dies.



it is dark when she creeps out of the closet her cell phone is long dead , the lights are off the tv is off all you can hear is the sound of the fan in the living room as it moves back and forth.



the dogs quilty walk at her side not making a sound, she plugs her cell phone in and waits for it to charge happy to no the power is still up. the lights will stay off. better to not drawl attion to the house. she walks to the coffee table and pulls out her hello kitty push flash light and makes her way to the kitchen , after placing some food in a pan for the dogs she gulps water down from her chin.



trying not to trip over the dogs she makes her way to the fridge and pulls out the cut up stew meat and feels in the cabinet for a simmering pot. trying to not make any noise at all. after 30 minutes of feeling around in the dark she takes her plat to the window and looks out into the street .



there is a woman limping down the road calling for anyone to come help her. she does not move to the door, for the woman outside is calling attion to her self. after a few minutes of yelling the woman is answered by moans in the dark, before she choose a place to run 5 human looking type of people are on her pulling her hair and cloths off, reaching for any kind of skin they can pull or bite off, the woman screams and screams for what must be minutes , then as quickly as you blow a candle out the woman is quite and the human looking people eat.



she stands at her window eating her dinner and wondering who was that woman?

She walks down the dark road, listing for anything. the world has changed these last few days. people have risen from the grave and attacked humans and animals alike with a cold hungry fury.



she almost did not make it in the first few hours.



it started around mid morning she came out of the shower towling off , yelling to her dogs to be quite. they bark at anything, she heads to her room she shares with her husband pulling out a light summer dress.



there is a loud banging on the front door, her dogs go wild lunging at the door , which new for them. quickly pulling the dress over her wet skin she picks up the word of god ( a huge stainless steel paddle ) and starts for the door, trying to not make a sound, but when you are plus size and walking on a wood floor that creaks it is easier said then done.



the close she gets to the door the loud the noise is, the dogs are cowering on the couch , she licks helps hand on the door and calls out who is it., there is no answer but a loud groaning sound, she looks out the window by the door and sees a woman in a pair of scrubs covered in dirt and what can only be called blood.



she still does not unlock the door she pulls her dogs to the bed room pushing the bed against the door , and then quickly pulling the dogs in the closet and closing the door



she rembers she has left the phone on her bed and quickly opens the closet door reaching for her purse to pull in with her. as she does she hears more sounds coming from the outside . pulling her phone out she calls her husband and it goes stright to voice mail, she calls to her mother the same thing, as she tries 911 her hears a beeping from her mother



her mother tells her to hide and not come for her she was attacked in her home and it looks like people on some kind of drug, not wanitng to admit this could be zombies, her mother tells her she loves her then her mother screams and there is nothing.