Of course, it had been a month or so since the military had come around telling people to head to the base. Anything could have happened to the place since then. Maybe the base was up and operational, everyone inside doing well. Maybe they’d flown the survivors somewhere else, somewhere safe. Or maybe the place had gotten overrun by undead and was nothing more than most places—a zombie infested nightmare. Zaun said nothing of his worries to Jack. He and Maria had discussed all the possibilities in private. Worst case, they’d simply have to move on. Zaun knew Jack hoped, even believed, that his sister was alive. But the reality was, she wasn’t. It would be a shock. A devastation. But they’d be there for him. The same went for Maria and her family. She was intent on getting to them. Zaun couldn’t blame her, and he’d go with her regardless of how remotely hopeful the outcome was. Like with his thoughts about Jack’s sister, Zaun said nothing about his concerns for Maria’s family to her. When it came time to feed Henry’s wife—Zaun having no problem calling the zombie a her—he offered to get the meat.
