“It’s driving me crazy.”
She had just come in. Roger looked up from his book and asked, “What’s driving you crazy?”
“The quiet: no cars, no trains, not even dogs barking. It’s eerie.”
“I don’t mind it, personally. It was way too noisy before. Especially next door.” The neighbors had been the type to hang out in the backyard with a stereo playing. As soon as the weather was warm enough, out they would come; but Roger hadn’t heard a peep out of them since the zombie thing started. They had either run or died. “Some people are so inconsiderate.”
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