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hurt Jenifer if not for the backpack. Still, the two went to the floor and Jenifer’s head clipped the bottom stair. She’d turned on instinct and managed to twist sideways when the huge woman slammed into her.
    At first, I was just as stunned by the sudden attack. Then, like an idiot, I yelled for Jenifer to get the thing’s head up. Only…well…she was on the edge of consciousness and completely helpless. Just as that beast was about to sink its teeth into Jenifer’s face, I grabbed a handful of its greasy, disgusting hair and yanked its head up. The thing growled and instantly forgot how close it was to one meal to focus on a new possibility. I jammed my knife into its one remaining good eye. Vile fluid burst forth, and the stench hit me as hard as any fist. I staggered back…right into another one of those bastards that had walked up the long ramp that led from a parking lot that was starting to get a little too busy. And now that we’d drawn attention to ourselves, we had no choice, we had to run.
    I pushed the scrawny old lady-zombie back and unslung my spear. She’d been wearing a nylon, purple sweatsuit. Still had wrist-weights strapped on. I could see blood all down her front, and dried on her hands and mouth, but no sign of an injury. I jabbed Super-granny in the face, feeling that initial resistance, then the surge as the heavy, sharpened spike pierced through facial bones and plunged into soft brain. I only briefly saw the exposed flesh of her hamstring on the back of the left leg. She’d been blindsided. Poor old lady.
    I shoved the huge meat-sack off of Jenifer. She was bleeding from a nasty gash on her forehead. I pulled her up and slung her arm over my shoulder and urged her to try and run. As we reached the parking lot, the once spread out stragglers were now clusters. We were slow, but able to pick our path. I had to dump Jenifer over a waist-high fence that bordered the huge back lot of a nursery. Using all the neatly stacked rows of peat, sawdust, and fertilizer for cover, we eluded the mob and made it to a small one bedroom house.
    I could tell that Jenifer really needed to find a spot to rest, so I ducked into a side yard of the first house we came to and, after slipping through a couple of overgrown backyards, found a house without all the windows busted out. We caught a break because, not only did I find an unlocked door, but the place was empty. We’ll stay away from any windows and camp here…at least for the rest of today and overnight. I remember hearing something about having to keep people with head injuries from sleeping too much, so, for the rest of today and tonight I’ll stay awake…keep watch, and wake Jenifer up every so often.
     
    Tuesday, December 2
     
    Jenifer is gonna have a nasty scar. I took some duct tape that I found in a drawer in the kitchen and used that to hold the wound shut. She seems a bit warm and got sick a couple of times. I’m worried about her.
     
    Thursday, December 4
     
    Jenifer seems to be feeling better. This house has been a bit of a blessing, and a lesson. We are grossly under-equipped. If we’d been stuck anyplace else…it is possible that Jenifer would be dead by now.
    I was able to find some Tylenol, anti-bacterial ointment, and Isopropyl alcohol. That is the only thing that probably kept the wound from becoming infected. Had that happened…
    I’ve been hearing gunfire off and on at all times of the day and night since we set up camp in this little one-bedroom house. This morning I even had a bit of a scare. A herd came through. It was only a small one—two or three thousand—but they left a trail of ruin in their wake. They plowed through anything in their path. All the yards as far as I can see in both directions are stomped flat. There are parts and pieces littering the place.
    We stayed in the bathroom, huddled in the tub until I didn’t hear any bouncing or smacking against the walls. I heard a few windows break. Thankfully, none