It was starting to cool off when the children got to the graveyard, walking quickly, quietly, bare feet on well-kept lawn. None of the graves were disturbed. Annie found the right marker and sat cross-legged in front of it.
Junior stood nervously, looking around. “Annie…” he whispered.
“Quiet!” She whispered back, short and biting. Junior knew better than to say anything else. His eyes and head moved constantly, watching for zombies.
Annie addressed the headstone with urgency. “Please come back, daddy. We won’t hurt you like the others. We’ll keep you safe. We’ll hide you. You can come back now.”
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