When he first woke up, it had taken him a few panicked seconds to remember where he was. The sight of Barb and Cindy sleeping peacefully next to him had eased his panic as everything that had happened flooded back into his mind. The cold hard floor was uncomfortable, but not nearly as uncomfortable as the dusty uneven floor in his attic where they had slept the night before. They had been exhausted when they stumbled into the office on the second level of the abandoned building that had at one time been the home to the local Chevy dealer. The office had also been a lot quieter than his attic where the dead, knowing his family was only a few feet away, moaned and shuffled below them all night long. The absence of the nauseating smell of the dead had also helped them sleep. The nightmares about the dead hadn’t bothered him last night. The welcome quiet last night and the exhaustion from yesterday’s escape from the dead left John and his family get some desperately needed sleep.
