He looked around the room at the small group of people he was with and wondered which one of them would be next. Maybe it would be him. Immunity wasn’t guaranteed. People were dropping like flies. Some were killed, exterminated. Others had to be killed to protect those who could not protect themselves. He’d done that, too. It wasn’t something he ever wanted to repeat.

Rising to check the room once again, he wandered closer to the window. They were out there. He knew it. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, and his hand tightened on the baseball bat. Ammunition wasn’t going to last forever, but God had seen fit to give him a few other skills to deal with this.

He ended his perimeter check where he always did, near her. She was asleep, her hands clasped and resting under her head for a pillow. She didn’t deserve this. She’d been through so much. This was no way for anyone to end their life- surrounded by monsters, consumed by fear, worried whether or not they’d see another sunrise.