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One looked up at him and Mitch swung the crowbar into its nose. It made a dull thud. The second looked up at him and he swung the crowbar at its head.

By this time the third noticed at him. It stood up and Mitch limped over. It slowly stepped over the deer and Mitch saw his chance. He swung down hitting the dead man’s knee. The zombie fell down. As it struggled to get back up Mitch hit it in the back of the head.

He limped over to the side of the road. He looked in both directions again. He didn’t see anymore. Mitch walked back to the girl. She had one bag filled with food. Another half empty one sat beside her.

She looked at him, “Good.” she didn’t say anything else.

The water a few feet bubbled. She stepped back. Mitch avoided slipping in the mud as he walked down. The water bubbled as a form rose up.

Jim stood up. His eyes were glazed over and his skin pale. He obviously drowned during the accident. Jim looked over at the girl and then at him. He almost seemed to recognize Mitch.. The zombie turned his attention to Mitch. Jim then turned his attention to the girl.

It waded to her. Mitch slid down and hit the zombie on the side of the head. Jim fell down. He struggled to get up. Mitch swung down again and hit Jim in the temple. The dead man fell back into the water.

“You alright?” he asked her. She nodded her head. A few minutes later she filled up a third bag halfway up. She placed the first bag carefully on her left shoulder. She struggled to pull the right one on her right shoulder.

Mitch walked up and helped slide it over. The girl stood up. She then grabbed the third bag with her right hand.

“Can you get that alright?” he asked.

“Just protect me. It might be all our food for a while,” she said. The girl stood up.

They crawled up to the roadside. The highway was quiet. Mitch looked down at the body as they passed by. It was Wayne. Mitch was glad he didn’t have to deal with him.

“How far until we get there?” she asked.

“About half- a mile until we reach the gate,” he said. He looked back her. “Tell me when you get tired.”

They stopped two more times before making it to the gate. Each time they stopped Mitch carefully checked each direction for the dead. None could be seen. The dead didn’t have enhanced senses as some people thought instead since most of their brains were turned off they focused all their attention on their senses..

She dropped the bags on the ground as he unlocked the gates.

“Did you like him?” she asked. Mitch looked at her realized who she was talking about.

“Not really. I don’t think he trusted many people,” said Mitch.

“But maybe he wanted to bring you along because he could depend on you. Maybe you could help him grab a woman?” she asked.

“It wasn’t like that,” said Mitch. “I couldn’t have said anything they would have kicked me out. Anyway I was the smallest guy there.”

The girl drug a bag behind a bush. After putting a second behind it she said, “I’ll come back for these.”

She took a long look at his leg. Mitch glanced down at it.

“I’m alright. It only hurts a little,” Mitch said. It actually hurt a lot.

The house sat three quarters of a mile up a hill. It sat hidden behind large rows of trees. Mitch carefully scanned the area. He didn’t see that any snuck in.

The woods were quiet. A breeze blew branches, but he didn’t hear anything else. He unlatched the door and opened it. Mitch waited a second and looked into the dark interior. He expected one to walk out, but nothing happened. 

He dug out his lighter and said, “I’ll be right back.”

Mitch walked around until he found a lantern. After lighting it he showed it near the front door. She walked in and dropped the bag. Seeing a chair she walked over and collapsed into it. Mitch shut the door and locked it.

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