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I underlined the sentence. The apocalypse had arrived earlier than I expected, and my family was already searching for safety. I had survived the first test. But I knew it wouldn't be the last. They had seen my gate. They knew I had supplies, a secure property, and a place to hide. Soon, desperation might make them forget every boundary I had set. And when that happened, I would have to decide how far I was willing to go to protect the life I had fought so hard to reclaim. I closed the notebook and looked toward the security monitor one last time.

The countdown inside Alice's mind felt increasingly deafening, exactly 60 days until the zombie apocalypse. “Clara, listen to me just this once,” Alice said, leaning forward and gripping her friend's fingers tightly. Her gaze was sharp and piercing. “You have to cancel your flight next month. Stock up on food, ammunition, and barricade your house. The zombie apocalypse is real, and we only have two months left.” Clara stopped moving her cup, then chuckled softly before looking at Alice with a worried expression. “Alice, you're starting again. How many days have you gone without sleeping? Your nightmares are getting worse.”

Excess is permitted. "Good." I pull a notepad toward me. "Because I wasn't planning to stop there." I don't write the list the way the old Abbie would have, wandering the aisles in the order the store lays them out. I write it in the order of things people killed for during an Apocalypse.*Water. Light. Warmth. Medicine.* Food goes last, and it surprises me until I remember why. The people who made it through the first weeks weren't the ones with the biggest pantries. They were the ones who could still see in the dark and still feel their fingers enough to hold a spoon.

He froze in place and shallowed his breathing while he looked to see two more walking not far behind her. He was grateful that his leg had stopped bleeding heavily and that he’d gutted the deer so that the smell of its blood would overshadow the smell of his own. Even if it was only a small amount of blood oozing from him at that point, the breeze was blowing in their direction and he didn’t trust that the zombies wouldn’t have picked up on its scent, had the deer not been there. After all, they may look like a human, but their humanity was long gone. They were mindless, unmerciful predators who were driven by animal instinct.

A lot of the remaining merchandise is scattered around the floor or turned on its side on its shelf, having been overlooked during the first couple weeks of the zombie apocalypse. Aaron holds up a can of horseradish sauce and grimaces before setting it back down on the shelf. We don't have room to carry back any condiments that we don't have much use for. Things like horseradish, relish, or honey mustard sauce aren't a necessity and can't keep someone nourished and alive. Aaron climbs up the shelf to look at the top row, and he comes back down with three dented cans of baked beans that somebody missed. He drops them into my basket with a smile.

I'd never love a woman with no brains like you! He pulled up the ladder entirely and disappeared into the vent. The zombies were getting closer now. I could hear their roars even from where I stood. I shot down a couple that got too close. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Yvonne stood petrified, and she was shaking all over. A zombie lunged at her. I thought it would tear her apart, but Yvonne rolled out of the way, then she snapped up a metal pipe and smashed it down on the zombie.

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

[Juliet's POV] The music at the celebration party continued. Surrounded by a crowd, Alison basked in the crowd's repetitive praises. Suddenly, a deafening boom came from the city walls. Overlapping growls and roars of zombies tore through the atmosphere. Terror erupted instantaneously. People in the crowd screamed, "It's a swarm of zombies! A massive swarm of zombies!" A guard ran over, staggering along the way. "The lightning barrier on the right of the base has been breached. There's a massive gap. Zombies are coming through soon!"

"Hi there! I was honestly just out for a casual walk and took a wrong turn. Do you guys believe me?" Liam's expression remained carved in stone. "Cut the crap. Give me the truth." "Fine, no more games," Willow dropped the bubbly act instantly, her features settling into an unbothered, flat mask. "I came here to scavenge weapons. The apocalypse has officially arrived, and a lone girl like me needs proper means of self-defense." "The apocalypse?" Liam murmured, his eyes narrowing. "How about we make a mutually beneficial trade?" Willow ignored his hostile glare.

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