Mrs. Wells has a routine. It is time tested and Good Housekeeping approved. Her apartment is immaculate. It has a faint but unmistakable scent of grandmother. Much of the day is spent dusting, tidying, making sure everything is just so. Later, she will prepare a brisket.
She will not go collect the paper, for there is none. She will not make any phone calls, because there is no one to call. The television’s blank channels will go unwatched. She will definitely not go to the window and open the blinds, as the zombies on the street below might see her.