Nearly a hundred people living in a warehouse doesn’t seem like many, until you consider there’s no electricity and one bathroom with no water pressure. There is a small enclosed area outside that used to have the dumpsters in it. Early on we knocked through an exterior wall to get access, but the kids aren’t allowed out there: the noise might draw zombies. Some of the parents are keeping them quiet by telling stories. I don’t know how long that’ll work. People are getting restless and irritable.
Anyway, there’s plenty of food. It’s the close quarters that’s gonna kill us.
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