Cyril watched his family quietly. His three boys were sleeping peacefully on the floor of the East High School back gym. They were everything to him. They were the only reason he was trying to survive in this hell. Without them, he would've given up long ago. But they needed him. He looked up now as their savior entered the room.

“Thank you,” he whispered. It was the third time that night he had thanked them. After all, they had taken the struggling family into this hideout. If not for them, his boys would be out in the snow still, worried about zombies and freezing. He couldn't watch them be miserable any longer.