Lindsay's dad got her a lock for the door, telling her it would help her to feel safe. It didn't.The very first night she was back in her room, she he...rd the rustling noise again. She'd kept the lamp on but this time the light didn't seem to help. She huddled there, watching the door and hoping it would go away. Then the blanket moved. She'd stuffed it under the door again as tightly as she could, but now the corner of it was being pushed back into her room by something on the other side.. All we can do now is try and make sure she is safe. Did you get hold of Tami?" Yeah, Vicki is getting them a ride over here. They should be here soon."Still dressed I lay down and pulled Tina into my arms while Zoe cuddled her from the other side. About ten minutes later we heard the front door open followed by footsteps up the stairs. Tami and Vicki appeared in the doorway, looking concerned."Tami, your sister is in the other room and she has had a rough night. I think she would really like it. She acts independently to help others because her owner wants her to.In the short term, for her situation, this is a valid survival tactic and will help keep her alive. Long term, it creates other problems, not least because she is fine with it and will not want to change. But living in a world where the dead roam the streets seeking out the living, long term may be a moot point.I started with the story idea as I said, and outlined it in five pages. From past experience, I expected about twelve. She’ll be more than my boss.She reaches out her hand to touch me, but I move back so she’s too far away. Touching only leads to kissing and kissing leads to wall fucking.“You were never just a business trip fling, Emma. I like you too,” she says slowly and carefully as if willing me to understand her words.“That’s the last time you’ll ever touch me, Lauren,” I say back.I can see a flash of hurt cross her face at the harsh way I said her name. She’s probably become so used to her touch, or even.