75 Days
They're mostly light pink or tan in color, and they're nothing special, but I stare at them, unable to look away.
In this world, there's very little left that could be considered beautiful, and I have the strangest urge to preserve this small bit of beauty. So I dip my hands back into the water, washing away all traces of dirt, sand, and muck, and wade over to the dock. I gently tuck the clean shells into my shirt, and shove away from the dock.
I float back out to where Tobe is basking up the sunlight with a smile on her face. So far, this place has proven safe, and a good idea, and I'm glad we decided to come. That is, until the zombie surfaces from beneath the dock.
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