Figure a couple crushed getting the van to wreck, and they had traded around thirty to take out whoever was in the van. One or two of those might survive to join the infected ranks, but it didn’t take a CPA to see that the infected were in a losing game, numbers-wise and time-wise. Soon the infection would start killing the hosts, and the crisis would pass. But for now they had the home court advantage. Let me get my people out and evac whoever else holed up close to hand, and then I would get down to some serious infected hunting, really speed the process along. I checked both doors, both windows, and the roof hatch before going to bed; I had my full combat rig and the phone by the cot and left the closet light on. I wasn’t afraid of the dark, but the dreams that would come after a day like today certainly would not be sweet. They weren’t; the buzzing travel alarm waking me at 0630 was welcome. The utilities were still on and the infected hadn’t breached my defenses, so things were looking up.
