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frozen in place and only moved to shove his terrified wife into the pack of dead in front of them, then turned and followed Dr. Richards into the small security room.
    Staring at Montgomery in disbelief, Dr. Richards had wanted to shove him back out there with the dead, just as he did to his own wife; but he was not a murderer. He was a healer, and no matter how fiercely he hated the man, he would not be the cause of his death. So, he would remain trapped inside the room, with this horrid man, while the dead outside of it, looked in on them.
    Several hours after later, they had watched as Cassie arose from the dead. As horrified as he was by the sight, it was Dr. Richards’ nature to watch and learn. He noted the confused look on her face when she pushed herself up off of the floor, and the look of enthrallment she had shown when she lay her inhumanly wide, dead eyes on Montgomery. He also heard the short, high-pitched screech that escaped Montgomery’s throat at the sight of this. Cassie’s face was still beautiful, though now a pale blue/grey and surprisingly intact, none of them had bitten into her skull. Her dress hung in tatters on her body and her neck, legs, arms and torso had been bitten mercilessly, a small section of her intestines bulged through one of the wounds on her stomach. The blood and other bodily fluids that had puddled around her corpse covered the front of her entirely.
    She was one of the dead that taunted them. She looked in through the small, one inch thick window centered in the door from time to time, and always kept her creamy, white eyes on Montgomery. She never once looked at Richards. Other times, she stood in front of the door and tilted her head, so they could see only her eyes, as she peered at Montgomery through the even thicker, reinforced glass that ran down the left side of the door, following his every movement. And she looked at him, like she knew what he had done.
    Of course, he could’ve opened the doors, releasing them out into the compound, giving Richards and Montgomery a chance to escape. But where would they escape to?  That space needed to be kept safe until O’Dey returned with the key. If not, then no one would be safe, ever.
     
     
        Chapter One
     
    October 3 rd , 2014
    12:34 A.M.
    I’m not really sure how I should start this out; I’ve never been much of a writer. Since I have only two bullets left, which are reserved for use in the very near future, I might as well start from the beginning of the events that led us here. It will give me something to occupy my mind, sort of detach me from the situation at hand so I can better cope. Someone has got to leave of record of these things; I guess it will be me. Not that I believe that there will be anyone left to read it, I just think that if I put it down on paper that it will help me to realize that I will not be committing murder and suicide. I will be showing us a great act of mercy.
    Never in a million years would I have ever thought that I would have to kill him. I’m not going to kill him because of arguments, or money, or infidelity. You know… the normal reasons spouses usually kill each other over. I am going to kill him because, he has been bitten. 
    Bitten? By what?
    A zombie.
    A what?
    I said zombie.
    Zombie!? Awwwe, nooo waaay, Dude!
    Yes, way.
    He’s been bitten by a rot faced, shit kicking zombie. I know… I can hardly believe it myself. I have accepted, (for the most part) that Evan is going to become a zombie and try to eat me. I don’t know when. I know that in the movies it only takes a few minutes for them to turn after being bitten. I guess it would have to since they need to fit all that action into one hundred and twenty minute shows. Not now, though.
    In the real world, the virus that has invaded our country, could take up to three days. That’s a good thi ng; it gives you a little time. It has now been twenty-seven hours since it happened. His breathing is becoming shallow now, so I