The Infected
Just down the hill emerged the first store, a grocery store, its windows boarded up with multiple layers of wood. The town might have housed no more than a hundred people once. The sun had just begun to rise to the left of where I was standing, and in the amber sunlight, the houses seemed almost cheery. As I stared eagerly at the store, not believing my luck, the first rays showed the front door shattered and left hanging slightly lopsided.
