She curled up next to him, wrapped in a blanket because there was no room in the sleeping bag. He would have traded with her, but he was sound asleep and she didn’t want to wake him. How he could sleep was beyond her, after the day they had had. After the week they had had.
She had never even heard of this town — or the middle school whose roof they now occupied — before a week ago. The zombies had driven them here. Tomorrow would be another day of desperately fleeing.
As long as they were together, she didn’t mind.