"One ducked out the door, Ange-girl."This is code for watch yourass. I glance at the monitors that display the area around the van, dividingmy attenti...n between the surveillance equipment near Frank and my own vicinity."Who's Howard Saint?" Frank'svoice comes through abruptly, and it feels like I'm quartering my mind, tryingto watch the monitors and listen."Go fuck yourself," someone spits.I can imagine the smile on Frank's face, and the cold deadness of his eyesas he bends closer to the lone. The best he’d accomplished was dreaming of his lost family at night, which disrupted his sleep, leaving him unprepared for the following day, so he kept a tight rein on his imagination.He’d been a farmer when the zombie apocalypse began. While there were widespread news and power blackouts, he received updates from across the country via ham radio. He stocked up on supplies, kept his guns handy, fortified his ranch house and waited.It took a long time, but after several weeks, he caught his. I had it stored in one of the interior bays and covered with plastic sheeting material. The day was pretty much shot, so it was a good thing that Monday was the planned start of work.First thing Sunday morning Alison and I walked by the car wash. Everything looked the same as it had Saturday afternoon. I felt pretty good about that. I made the decision to invite Alison, Thia, Ray, and Jon to have lunch with me in the dining room at The Haven. I figured Thia deserved to see the face which one. Gonna have to watch him; learn from him.I try to focus, throbbing headache, tumbling until I don't know which way I'm facing, crashing into the sides of the pink sphere. I try to latch onto its mottled surface, grappling with every molecule of strength to steady myself, catching a break as the movement of the orb slows.The wall contracts slightly, like it did a few hours ago when I missed the last stream out of here, maddeningly just out of reach as Tom and Kyle and a few thousand others I.