1428 Regan Lee Lane. That was the address Kendall and Logan were currently occupying. James and Carlos were gone. James had been one of the first to go and Carlos wasn't long after. In a way it bothered Logan that he didn't miss them. A couple years ago he would have grieved, but this was a different time, a different world, and a different Logan.
Back then they had no idea what to do. Hell, the dead reviving and attacking the living wasn't something many people were prepared for. Eventually they learned, though. One of the toughest lessons was that grieving was an indulgence you couldn't afford. It made you careless, made you distracted, made you dead. They learned that from Carlos.
Logan felt Kendall's hand on his shoulder.
"Get some sleep. I've got watch"
Logan nodded and headed to the mattress in the living room. That was another change in this world: no tenderness. Kendall and Logan rarely even kissed anymore, but they had something deeper now: they were literally living for each other. Not in the poetic sense, but in the reality that neither had any reason to hang on to this dead world other than each other.