He had not dared to turn the lights on. He was afraid he might attract any zombies that happened to wander in the neighborhood. He would hate to end up trapped in this cramped space surrounded by a hungry heard of shambling dead. He locked the door. Nothing eventful happened. He woke up with the sun streaking the clear sky. Red rays chased away the last signs of darkness. It was a beautiful sight. A sight he might have enjoyed under different circumstances. He was sick with worry for his family. He only slept as well as he did because he had been exhausted, which had left his body stiff and sore. He crouched, not daring to stand and risk being seen. He peeked out. No one, not a soul, dead or alive. Great. He wondered if Norm had made it wherever he was headed. If what had happened here was happening everywhere, there wouldn’t be much life left anywhere. This thought didn't help him with his worries. He had better hurry and get on the road home. He gave the wall phone near the door an angry look.
