Amanda missed the fireworks. The ones that were colorful in the sky at least. There were plenty of other kinds of fireworks to watch lately, but they usually revolved around gunfire, or smashing in the thick skulls of her dead neighbors. Amanda wanted her fireworks gore free. It had been less than two weeks since the world had gone to shit, and today was July 4th 2010. Independence Day. Amanda’s white knuckles gripped the steering wheel of her minivan in a chokehold. She sent a glance at her two small children in the rear view mirror. Seven year old Alan and ten year old Tabitha sat in the two bucket seats of the middle row. Despite the thick hot air of early July Amanda had both of them dressed in their winter coats, and snow pants. Better bite protection from the zombies. Both of them were buckled in their seats tightly, and with the cardboard boxes taped inside the large van windows they kept their eyes fixed forward on her. It was better that they couldn’t see all the dead people walking around town.
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