"I can't fault the architects of this building for allotting so little space to gardens and foliage. Who could have guessed that burial spaces would be required one day? And even then, that you would need room for more than six?

"This is a relatively new building. Perhaps its creators are among those outside, clambering and howling to be let in. It's not their fault, regardless.

"It was odd how after Jeffrey went that there was no discussion about what to do with the body. It's so ingrained in us somehow…bodies return to the earth. After we made sure he wouldn't be getting back up,
it only seemed natural…a grave in shallow earth is better than none at all.

"We lost Charlene to that break-in at the loading dock. They pulled her through the door so hard I heard her collarbone snap, even over the screaming. Then Will got bitten cleaning the area out and resecuring
it…so two days later he was gone. Pat's boy got pneumonia tending the rain collectors on the roof…what a stupid way to die in all this…and Pat waited too long to dispose of the body. Wanted some time alone with his boy. That was where the rest of the bullets went. Stupid. We've all been so stupid in all this.

"And now Donna…I found her hanging from the fourth floor in the atrium. Her hands were unbound, she didn't even stuff something in her mouth to stop herself trying to cry out. She must have dropped and
choked without a sound. That is a portrait of a woman who wished to die. But I can't say that I blame her. I'm just glad I found her before she started moving again.

"I 'inherited' Will's gun after we lost him, and the banging and scraping from outside, nonstop, day and night, has made me consider swallowing the barrel more than once.

"I keep two bullets aside just in case. One for you, one for me. I think about them at moments like these. It would be easier, simpler, just to be merciful towards you and bury you in the last space available. With Charlene outside–and I know that, I've seen her–that would be six. No room for me and no one to bury me.

"For now, I'll let you sleep. Not because I think we'll get out of this mess alive, but because I don't want to die knowing there's no place for me to rest. At least not right now.

"Maybe tomorrow it'll matter less."