The overbearing Atlanta sun blazed down on Lori as she worked, scrubbing away Carl’s little clothes in the creek. Usually, there was a strict buddy system in the camp, but she desperately needed a break from them. There was just too much happening in her head. She wipes the beading sweat from her brow.

SNAP

She jolts around to the noise. Could be a walker. Could be a person.

“Hello?”