Rose Pilger wakes every morning before the crack of dawn to peek between her window’s curtains upon the zombies who shuffle down the road running beyond her home. She hates the zombies, for their limping souls represent the ruin that has befallen her town of Beckmire. If Rose had her way, she would forever hide in her home’s shadows, where she could gather amid all the treasure and trash her life has accumulated upon her floor, where she could whisper to her husband’s ghost. Only Rose runs dangerously low on food, and she is forced to make her own journey along that road that runs passed her home to reach ugly Ollie Turner’s general store. There, hunger forces Rose into a transaction that will reserve her own spot in that parade that each morning shambles by her home.
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