My daughter was four years old when it started. We got out of the city early enough that we made it out with supplies and a vehicle. Never did manage to hook up with the ex-wife, but that’s no great loss. Zoe’s mother was never really present in her life anyway.
Zoe’s seventeen now. She’s a better rifle shot than me. She can field strip a deer all by herself. She has a necklace made of zombie finger bones.
But hey, at least she isn’t pregnant, or dating some loser, or sneaking out to go to parties where there’s beer.
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