- I used to hate gym class. Now I miss it.

  - Zombies don’t get tired. You do.

  - Heartbreak and survival? Weird combo, but apparently they burn the same calories.

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  We circled back to it. The Jeep.

  I asked her why. She didn’t answer. Just stared at it the way people stare at gravestones.

  There were still claw marks on the hood. Dried blood on the windshield. I didn’t ask if she recognized it. I didn’t need to.

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  She spoke. "If we meet again, I'll explain things."

  She opened the door. I told her, “Don’t—”

  But the alarm beat me to it. Again.

  BEEP. BEEP. BEEP

  The air practically shattered. And just like that, the woods came alive.

  I reached for her—“We need to go—”

  She looked at me. For the first time in days, really looked at me.

  "I'm sorry." She said.

  I saw down the barrel of her revolver.

  The muzzle flashed. It blinded me. My ears rang. My head rang. She never meant to hit me. She might as well did.

  Then she got in the driver’s seat.

  “Jules?”

  She slammed the door.

  The Jeep roared to life.

  She didn’t yell.

  Just drove.

  Half the supplies. All the distance. Gone.

  And me?

  I ran.

  I ran so hard I nearly puked. Vaulted fences. Barreled through brambles. Took a tumble, got back up. My legs screamed. My lungs burned.

  I didn’t stop.

  Because they didn’t.

  And because there wasn’t anyone left to pull me up if I fell.