They decide to stay in the middle of the road, so they can spot easily the zombies walking in their direction. On their bike, they quickly and harmles...ly arrive to the supermarket. The place seems abandoned for years. All glasses are broken, the place has been looted by the whole city yet it seems quiet for the moment. The girls despair to find anything left in here but they decide that now they are here, they should at least try to get some stuff. They enter together, holding hands. No sounds. That's true even when I'm just watching you and Emma." When have just watched Emma and me?"She chuckled. "I'm sure there has been once, anyway."Steve and Suzanne came over and sat in front of us. Steve said, "Nola, Paul, would you hear us out?"I said, "Sure, you have the floor." Nola nodded. Emma had wandered over to sit with Jason and April.Suzanne said, "We would like to join your tribe."Nola said, "We aren't a tribe."Suzanne said, "Whatever you call it. We have talked and have a liking for. ’ It will not surprise you, dear reader, that I did precisely as instructed. That Friday evening was my first introduction to Mistress Pickles’s soiree. I dressed in my uniform and went, as ordered, to the anteroom on the first floor where Jenkins had assembled the staff. Amy was there along with two other girls whom I had not encountered before. We were given our orders and each took a tray of champagne glasses filled with the foaming wine and passed into the salon through a communicating. That summer, the weather was great for a couple of weeks. My parents were at work during the day, and so I got the run of the house. My older brother had already gone away to university, so it was just me during the day, and me and the folks during the evenings. That house we were living in needed a fair bit of work doing to it. The interior stuff had been done, apart from a spot of painting, but the garden was still in a state. My parents wanted a patio so they could have drinks and dinner.