Our progress in the darkness was slow and we stumbled more than once. I made my way by feeling with my hands in front of me like a blind man and taking slow halting steps. Eventually my eyes adjusted and I could make out the dim shapes of bodies tightly packed in on both sides of us.
Daisy hung in there gamely, the wet spot growing on my back told me she was crying. I patted her hand on my belly trying to reassure her that we were fine now.
The noise was still deafening. I pictured a volume knob in my head and turned it from a 10 down to a 2. I wasn’t surprised when zombies grew immeasurably quieter. The absence of noise was a physical relief.
The high grass of the field ended abruptly and I nearly face planted on Central Avenue. I turned to my right and the path opened for us in that direction. With the curb to guide me and nothing to trip on I was able to pick up the pace considerably until we were doing a slow shambling jog.
