We had been driving for about 10 minutes, and no one had made any sort of noise. Maybe we were all to stunned to say anything. Mikey occasionally turned around to glance at me. Gerard was still staring and every once in a while frank looked at me in the rear view mirror. Finally it was too much, I let out a huge sigh.

"Geeze it's like you fellows ain't never seen a girl before." I muttered while rolling my eyes.

"Sorry…it's just totally weird. We weren't really expecting to meet anyone. So uhm where exactly did you come from and how the hell did you survive?" Mikey asked as he turned around in his seat

" I'm from Georgia", they all nodded, guess that southern twang of mine gave it away. " I never get vaccinated for anything because I believe you should let your body do it's own thing, plus I was always totally waiting for this to happen so I had like stored up a bunch of weapons for the future demise of the world. So where are we headed?" I asked while looking at the back of Frank's head assuming we actually had a destination and weren't just wasting gas.

"We have a house." Gerard muttered before turning to look out the window.

"No shit for real?" I asked looking at each of them in turn with a shocked look on my face.

Ever since the world ended millions of houses have been empty but I, being a paranoid freak, will not sleep in one. I try to sleep in high places, like trees. And just an FYI for any person who's reading this, trees make horrible beds unless you're a woodland critter and even then they probably still suck.

"Yeah, my uncle was a nut and built this huge house with metal doors and shatter-proof glass. He would have been completely safe from the infection, but he died of a heart attack like 5 years ago. So we stay there, it's pretty comfortable. We rarely leave, except to retrieve supplies and just to breathe good air. " Frank said

"Yeah it has everything you could possible want for any kind of invasion or any kind of disaster." Mikey agreed.

"Yep" Gerard said with little enthusiasm.

For a minute we were all quiet again and I just stared at Gerard. His hair was dirty and matted. His skin was pale and he had deep circles under his eyes. His clothes were shabby and unkempt. He looked ill, like a cancer patient without hope. Losing your wife would probably do that to anyone, but the others looked OK and they had been married. Maybe it was the fact that he was a single father in a word were happiness didn't really exist.

"Do you want to ask me something?" Gerard asked, totally pulling me back to reality.

"Uh no, I was just taking it all in…" I murmured before turning to stare out the window.

We turned left and then pulled right into a huge house. It was all metal and glass with a totally weird architectural design. It was amazing. Mikey got out of the car first, cautious . He pulled some bags out of the back along with his shotgun. Frank had already walked up the house and was unlocking the door. I don't know why anyone would lock their doors these days it's not like Zombies have the brain capacity to turn a doorknob. Gerard got out with Bandit careful not to wake her and followed Frank. I got out last and looked around. No sign of danger what so ever.

"Come on" Mikey waved a bag at me and I followed him inside.

It was so fucking cool. A house a real fucking house. It had everything a normal house did except it was totally Zombie proof and God knows what else proof. There was a living room, dining room, and kitchen. It was two floors and had a basement.

Frank led me to a bedroom.

"You can have this room. I'm across the hall. Mikeys to your left and Gerard is in the basement." He pointed to all the rooms. "The bathroom is right there by my room. You can take a shower if you like. No offense, but you kind of smell." he wrinkled his nose and then smiled at me.

"Uhm, I don't have any other clothes." I said looking down at my holey dirty smelly clothes.

"That's ok. You can probably fit some of Mikey's clothes till we can get you some more. Go ahead and get in the shower. I'll leave the clothes on the sink. Towels are in the closet." Frank said as he turned to go downstairs.

This was great, no better than great. This was fucking FANTASTIC! I could take a shower. A real shower, with clean clothes. I rushed into the bathroom and turned on the water. It actually got hot! I was in heaven. I stripped down and stepped inside and almost fainted of pure joy. I wasn't going to smell like death warmed over anymore. I heard the bathroom door open and then quickly close. I peeked out and just like he said, Frank had left me clean clothes on the sink. I laughed. I laughed so loud the guys down stairs probably thought I was crazy, and maybe I had gone a little insane, but who cared? I quickly finished washing and turned off the shower. I stepped out and grabbed a towel from the small linens closet. It was so soft. I pressed my face to it and moaned. God I missed pre-zombie days. I dried off and pulled on the clothes. The shirt was kind of tight but then again, Mikey didn't have a large chest like I did. I let out a giggle. The pants fit just fine. Frank had even included socks, but I didn't put them on.

I walked downstairs slowly, and coughed to get their attention.

"Well look at you, you actually look like a girl now instead of a dust bunny." Mikey grinned

"Hardy har har" I said sarcastically before sitting across from them. Gerard wasn't there. I don't think he liked my being there for some reason. I made a mental note to ask him what was up later.

"So….you probably haven't seen TV in like forever" Frank said and held up the remote.

My mouth fell open as I took it from him. TV…they had TV. I stared at the remote in my hand, and felt the clothes on my body, and for the first time in a really long time, I cried.