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version—saying, “Run!” We even had to ditch our carts for a while and go back for them. I was really glad mine didn’t get stolen by some passing survivor, and there seem to be a peculiarly high number around these parts. We just got so tangled up with fighting and evading, we had no choice.
    At one point, we were hiding out in an overgrown cemetary. I’m not sure, but I believe that there are still people out there who think that the dead will claw their way from the grave. Those people have never read Behind the Formaldehyde Curtain . Mouths are sewn shut, organs are removed—including the brain—and the body is pumped full of chemicals. I get that zombies are not normal…Wait. Let me rephrase that. Zombies didn’t used to be normal.
    Nowadays, we are the anomaly.
    Early this morning or late last night—can’t tell which—we made it back to where we’d ditched our carts. We hitched up feeling pretty safe, but made sure to lead the ones we gathered just in that short time back to the movie house. We used the woods to get to this place once we spotted it to keep any zombies off our trail.
    We were moving along the single-lane road that runs parallel to the highway when the first great big snowflakes began to fall. These didn’t drift gracefully. Nope, they plummeted to earth.
    The best thing about this place as opposed to a lot of the houses in the area is that it has all its doors and windows intact. So, now, a million dollar home is nothing more than a flop house for a pair of vagrants and a dog.
     
    Monday, February 15
     
    Wow! There’s at least three feet of snow on the ground outside. We are so totally stuck. There is absolutely no way that we can leave. It snowed all night and has been coming down steady all day. We can hang here for a while, I guess. I know that we will have to deal with snow in the mountains, but we ain’t there yet. I won’t ever say this out loud in front of Eric, but perhaps we should’ve waited one more month before heading out.
    I can’t help it; I wanted to get out of that confined, mundane, prison-like environment. I felt as if I were dying a slow death. I can’t explain it anymore beyond that. At least Eric hasn’t said anything. I don’t believe it matters to him one way or the other. I have to say it again; I couldn’t be making this trip with a better person.
     
    Friday, February 20
     
    The storm has passed and we’ve had a sunny day to enjoy…at least from inside. It is freezing out there. Still, there is this square of sunlight coming through a window that is blissful. Oh, and Eric bagged a deer. He called it a spike; I call it yummy. We have feasted the past two days.
    From our position overlooking the highway, we haven’t seen much movement of any kind—zombie or otherwise. And have I mentioned the glare? It never once crossed my mind until Eric handed me these dark goggles. He thought it was amusing that I would even consider going up into the mountains with no eye protection. To my credit, I didn’t stick my tongue out at him until after his back was turned.
     
    Wednesday, February 24
     
    It was nice to be on the move again. Because of the downpour of rain the past two days, much of the snow has been washed away. There are still some mounds here and there, but the road is fairly deserted and easy to travel along.
    So, about these mounds or “snow drifts” that are scattered about; some of them contain nasty surprises. I’d all but forgotten that zombie that I’d seen fall in the street and eventually stop trying to stand again on the slick ice. It’d frozen in place then gotten covered with snow. Today we learned quick to avoid anything that even remotely resembles a lump, bulge, or drift.
    We were passing this gigantic truck stop just after sunrise. There were dozens of rigs with names that would mean nothing to the next generation. We’d decided to poke around since we’d spotted a Pepsi and a Lays truck. There were a few roamers that we