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checked her body. She knew she wasn't hit but maybe the bullet had grazed her. She also needed to catch her breath and calm her nerves.
    "Fuckers shot at me," Darlene said and laughed to force herself not to start crying.
    She knocked over the two zombies and crushed their skulls with a few hard kicks before peeking back around the corner, expecting pursuit.
    The survivors had wisely gone back inside the office.
    She didn't want to think of what she'd have needed to do if they had tried to follow her again now that they knew what she was. Or imagined what she was.
    Shit. I don't even know what I am , she thought.
    Darlene made her way down the tree-lined entrance to the office park, high grass and weeds on either side. By the time she'd gotten back to Route 1 and was sure no one was following her, she'd eliminated a dozen zombies.
    It was getting harder for her to walk and see where she was going through the tears now. Darlene stumbled over a curb and nearly fell before running blindly in the middle of the street and down the road.
    She came to a pickup truck, all four tires flat and doors opened. She leaned against the side of the vehicle and wiped away the tears.
    "I finally find someone to talk to and I let them down because I'm a monster," Darlene said.
    A zombie, just coming around the truck and into sight, stopped and cocked its rotting head.
    "Hey. Over this way," Darlene said.
    The zombie began moving again, walking into the side of the pickup truck in search of human prey. It was blind to Darlene.
    "Now I'm over here," Darlene said and took a few steps away from the truck. The zombie turned and tried to follow the voice.
    Darlene was about to walk away, bored with this game, but thought better of it. The survivors a block away weren't to blame. If she were in their shoes, Darlene would do the same thing. A zombie in their midst? She'd have to do worse than let her go.
    This zombie wandering blindly could eventually walk right into the path of Bernie. How could Darlene let this or any zombie between here and north still hunt?
    Darlene had changed the route of Bernie and the survivors but didn't know if they'd continue on south with Darlene gone and heading north.
    Right now none of it mattered. Darlene wiped her eyes on a dirty sleeve, stabbed the zombie in the head, and headed out to the highway. She had nothing to lose at all.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    "I've never had a child of my own," Eve said. She stroked Amber's hair lightly with a finger as the little girl played with the building blocks and dolls.
    Eve turned to one of the men standing nearby, waiting for a command.
    "Go find me a brush for her hair. It's all tangled," Eve said with a grin. She was going to make the little girl look pretty and make her happy.
    "Go find me some proper clothing for her. Search the city for a pretty dress and matching shoes or else. Do I make myself clear?" Eve asked a second man standing at attention a few feet away.
    "I understand. I shall return."
    "Take the child's mother with you. She'll make sure she finds something pretty for her daughter... my daughter," Eve said. The woman wouldn't try to escape. It was always dicey to let any of her followers leave the stadium because she never knew if they'd try to run. None of them had ever gotten far, and Eve made sure their bodies were still hanging in sight at either end zone.
    "What other toys do you want to play with?" Eve asked Amber.
    Amber shrugged and played with the blocks.
    "I can get you any toy in the world," Eve said. She had no idea if it were true or not. What children's items were left out there now? Soon it would all be a barren wasteland. Rotting corpses spread disease as well as the vermin which fed on the dead. Buildings were collapsing and streets overgrown with weeds, soon to be a natural hideaway for large predators. The world around them was