Despite the curtains being drawn light flooded the room. They were cheap. It was something she had always mentioned during the numerous times she had stayed at his house. The minute the sun was up, so was she, but he was never bothered.
This time though, it was slightly different. It was the best nights sleep she had for months, a sleep without nightmares, without waking up in a cold sweat. Being up early didn't bother her when she felt so refreshed.
It was also different because instead of sleeping on the floor she was in his bed, next to him.
They didn't really plan it, it just happened. Everyone said they would eventually, but those particular everyones were dead and that was the only comfort they could provide to each other.
She looked around the room that she had pretty much spent the past seven years growing up in and very little had changed. It was still the same cold shade of grey with the crappy tv on the desk in the corner..
'Hungry?' He yawned, rolling onto the floor the way he always did. Couldn't possibly get out of bed the conventional way. Nothing about him was ever conventional.
'Not really.'
'I'll get cereal.' He stumbled out the room trying to put on his jeans.
He could, if he wanted, have walked around the house completley naked. No one was occupying it apart from the pair. They'd left the moment they were told to and tried to drag him along but with no success. There wasn't much point in running. They didn't know if the safe zone really was just that.
It turned out not to be. He found out a week later on one of the last news broadcasts that the camp had been taken over and they were as good as dead.
That's when she came over. She didn't want him to be alone.
She got up and walked to the wardrobe, half taken up by her clothes. She spent a few moments choosing what to wear, style wasn't important anymore, before walking over to the window and parting the curtains slightly. She was blinded temporarily but quickly saw the last remaining neighbours packing their cars.
The house opposite was occupied by five people. Husband, wife, older son, younger daughter and the mother-in-law. The husband and the older son were standing either side of the open trunk of the car that was backed against the front door. Each was holding large mallets, used by the husband in his now defunt building business.
The younger daughter was already strapped in the back of the car. She could just about make out the blondes paniced face. Mother and mother-in-law were rushing in and out of the house throwing various bags in the back, everything they hoped that would be useful when they got away.
'They're leaving.' She sighed, looking over her shoulder slightly at him as he entered the room carrying a box of Coco Pops, shoving a handful in his mouth.
He stood behind her and joined in with the observation of the exit of the family at number 19.
After knowing her for so long he never noticed the height different between them, although to be fair he was very tall. She barely reached his shoulder. He ruffled her hair.
'They're idiots.' He declared. 'Nothing's here yet.'
'Exactly. They don't want to risk it any longer.'
There was silence for a moment.
'Are you saying you want to go too?' He asked.
'I don't know.'
It was the truth. At first when he said he was going to stay, she was okay with it. She knew they were doomed and didn't have a problem with living out her days here, but the more she thought about it the more she didn't want to go without a fight. They were just sitting and waiting to be zombie food, although he said that would never happen, but then what?
He was back on the bed, leaning against the wall, holding the box between his knees.
She sat next to him, resting her head on his chest and grabbed a handful of cereal.
'Have we got much left?'
'No, but I suppose we could always resort to cannibalism.' He sniggered.
'Well you're the one being eaten first, there's more meat on you.' There was. He wasn't tall and lanky, he was quite well built despite the fact he was far from athletic.
'I'm probably delicious.'
She hit his arm. 'Don't say that!'
'Why?'
'It's just weird.'
The pair lay there for some time lost in their own little worlds. It was a strange time to be alive. You wouldn't really think when all the people around you left that there would be such a silence. Even if you didn't live on a busy street or had a big family, the lack of background noise was quickly noticeable.
All they could hear was each others breathing and the faint, hurried conversation of number 19.
Except it wasn't so faint, not from all of the voices.
They looked at each other and ran across to the window.
The daughter was yelling, pointing at the end of the street, where sure enough, there they were.
Five of them. Not slow ones either. Speed wasn't an usual thing. it varied zombie to zombie like it did with people.
The mother had dropped one of the bags and was trying to quickly pick up the contents. The father ran up to his wife, yelling and opening the back door of the car, trying to push her in, however in doing so, another occupant of the veichle, a small brown dog ran out barking loudly. The daughter, knowing the danger, followed, trying to grab her companion.
A few doors up a door opened. A grey haired man ran out, armed with the cliched baseball bat and he chased after the girl, who was getting ever closer to the..
Blackness replaced the scene as a pair of hands were places over her eyes.
'R-'
'No.'
For the next few moments screams filled the air. She had been quite lucky for this to have been the only time she had heard such terror. It was indescribable, the sounds of people being eaten alive.

-

She had been staring at the bodies for the past twenty minutes, not in a state of shock, but general curiosity. You couldn't tell who was who when all you could see were their insides, and they were being quickly consumed by the zombies.
'Catch.' He said, throwing a full purple rucksack in her direction.
She caught it. 'What's this for?'
'What do you think?'
'Are you being serious? All the times we could have left and you want to do it when those.. things?! They're outside and, an-'
'And my car is just in the garage.' He added.
'The garage is outside.'
'So it is. I'll meet you by the door.' He left the room zipping up a red hoodie he had decided on wearing.
She grabbed her shoes from the wardrobe and took her time lacing them up, taking what she hoped wasn't, but knew was probably going to be a last look at the room.
Throwing the rucksack over her shoulder she sighed, stopping briefly at the bedside table. She opened the small draw and quickly found what she was looking for. A small smile appeared on her face and she put the item in the pocket of her jeans before making her way downstairs.