She pushed it from her mind. No. No, she would not revisit those horrible first days of the apocalypse; to do so was to invite paralysis, madness, death. The only thing that mattered now was the eternal present and the struggle to survive. The only thing that mattered now was ...
She focused straight forward and saw that the gate to the parking lot was hanging wide open.
Donny. He’d forgotten to latch it.
She sat bolt upright, every nerve in her body suddenly on end, and was about to leap from her chair when Donny appeared at the edge of the windshield and waved back at her, as if to say, My bad, sorry. I got it.
Then she collapsed back against the headrest, exhaling, as he pushed the gate closed and latched it, and relief flooded through her like so much cool water even as the saber-t
