It has been two days since the runner killed Bobby. The houses that we searched on W North Street in Pontiac, Illinois yielded some crackers and expired soup, which I ate since Henry was old and Maria was the woman of the group. One of the houses actually had a baseball bat and and Colt .45 pistol without any ammo. The rest of them consisted of furniture and electronics, except for one that had waterproof matches and kitchen knives. We used the furniture of one of the houses to block the doors and windows of the residence closest to the road to Chicago. Unfortunately none of the houses that we rummaged through had any medical gear, so we couldn't do anything for Bobby, who was lying lifeless in front of the burning fireplace. We had to use one of our twenty matches to get the fire started. Maria stared at Bobby, still sniffing. I was more scared than ever because I had seen other walkers and runners while we were foraging through houses. Most of them appeared to be near the Dairy Queen which was a few blocks away, but that was still to close for me, especially after what I just saw them do to Bobby. I coughed at the scent of the burning wood, which we made sure was going through the opening in the chimney so that we wouldn't get carbon monoxide poisoning. I sneezed after that, wondering if any of us would make it to Chicago alive, or even if we were doing the right thing. I stared at the musty gray floor, lost in thought. Finally, Henry broke the silence. "What went wrong?" He asked himself before going to sleep. What Henry could've meant was lost upon Maria and I. Suddenly, Bobby got up and started walking. Maria looked shocked and happy at the same time. "Bobby you're alive!" She screamed happily, racing towards him. Bobby turned around, stumbled, then continued to advance towards Maria. Maria went from happy to horrified as she saw that Bobby was trying to bite her, moaning. "UH NUNN" Mumbled Bobby, lurching at Maria and sinking his teeth into her face, as if he were trying to give her a kiss. Maria stumbled backward into the fire, screaming and dripping blood. My mind was whirling about what the hell was going on, and then I grabbed the 33 inch orange aluminum baseball bat, charging zombie Bobby and whacking it in the shoulder. Zombie Bobby staggered but continued to shuffle slowly towards me. I wanted to whack it down for good but there was no longer any room in the building to use my bat effectively. I screamed for Henry and Henry woke up, instantly grabbing his shotgun, eyes wild. He pumped it and pulled the trigger, one of the cartridges hitting zombie Bobby and one of the others clipping my bat, shaving off a two inch gap on the side. That put zombie Bobby down for good and Henry latched the safety catch back on his shotgun. We both turned around to see Maria on fire in the flames. "HEEELP Me!" She screeched, but just as I recovered from my fight against zombie Bobby, Maria was gone, completely melted. I turned around, threw up, and stared at Henry. "I think it's time we got outta here." I said, coughing and scared out of my mind. Henry nodded, his eyes sad, looking at Bobby's rotted corpse and the cremated Maria. "They're together now." He said, gravely. "Tomorrow we're leaving." Henry said, lying back down, still shocked. I just stared at the fire in disbelief that we were down to nine shotgun shells, Henry's 12-guage, a Colt .45 with no ammunition, nineteen matches, a baseball bat, the clothes on our backs, and a truck with no gasoline. We had lost our sanity, and we were down two people.