Zane sat on top of his perch on the movie theater, the barrel of his rifle sitting on the edge of the sign that was on top. It had been something special. He remembered seeing it when he and the guys would head out to the hunting cabin. It was really a good spot to take watch. You could see a hell of a lot from that perch, and after six months of what he knew to be the end of the world as he knew it, things were going pretty well. He had some of his friends with him, but they had definitely lost a lot of people they cared about.

He and the boys had gotten things set up pretty well in the old theater. They had a gate, they had weapons, they had food. It was all perfect. Zane was quite comfortable sitting up there on his roof, looking out over the cars in the parking lot and the trashed ones that littered the road in front. He would spend a good deal of time watching that empty road while on watch. There was nothing better to do, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he would start to imagine the things that happened down  there during the start of  the fall of humanity. There were long cried blood sprays and smears, clothes and suitcases all over the road, a baby seat upturned on the center yellow line. The baby seat was the one that bothered him the most and once it caught his eye, he would stare at it endlessly. He hoped that whoever had the baby in that seat had the baby in their arms and was hidden away somewhere safe where the things could get to them.

He heard a shriek from down the road and he knew exactly what the sound was. It was kids. Christ he hated the kids. They shrieked like something was after them. Zane guessed that, in a way, something had been after them. They shrieked their dying shrieks far into the afterlife. There had been a daycare down the road and he would see the kids playing in the yard, but now they staggered through the yard, yowling like angry cats. It was horrific. All the little marks on their bodies…

Zane shook his head hard to get the images out and sid down to the ground out of his chair. He wanted to try and get a couple of them at least without them seeing him. That would have just been what they needed. A horde of child zombies. He was pretty much the only person that had the guts to take one out, but Zane just sawing it as sending them home. Their parents were probably gone too. He didn’t like to break up families.