Dan strolled up next to us, casually, like he was out for a Sunday visit, and except for the gun slung over his shoulder and the horde of Nevermores at our gate, he could have been.

"Interesting, that. They don't seem to be able to figure it out. Like animals penned up." But even as he spoke, one of the Nevermores pushed his way through to the front of the group and began to fiddle with the gate, his fingers clumsy and far from dexterous. He didn't seem to be able to use the finer points of motor skills, which was better for us. All the same, he was still trying to open the gate.

"We've got to get out of here," Sebastian said, pulling me with him as he backed away from the gate.

I didn't need a lot of encouragement. I was not interested in facing down that horde anytime soon. Thank God our place was fully fenced.

"We're stuck here for a while, boy. Might as well get used to the idea, unless you've got a tank in that shed over there." Dan pointed to the dilapidated chicken coop we'd partially knocked down in preparation for a garden.

"We don't need a tank." I surprised myself by speaking my thoughts out loud to a virtual stranger. "We'll just take the car. They can't stop us, and we'll just run them over."

I could barely believe the words that came out of my mouth and apparently neither could Sebastian.

"You're kidding me, right? Those things out there are people underneath it all, and you want to run them over?"

"In case you haven't noticed, they want to EAT us, not play Parcheesi," I said, putting my hands on my hips. A sharp rattle snapped all three of our heads toward the gate in unison. The horde was leaning into the steel gates, the hinges groaning. Every last one of them had their mouths open, teeth showing, saliva dripping and hanging from loose lips.

"We need to get out of sight," Dan said, walking back to the house.

"We need to get out of here!" Hysteria bubbled up. I'd just killed a man and we had a horde of drug-induced zombies on our doorstep. I clapped my hands over my face and tried to block out the moment. The sights were gone, but the groan of the gates, the growling of the horde, still reached me, denying me my moment of escape.

A hand on my arm snapped my eyes open. Sebastian dragged me toward the house. "We'll talk about what we're going to do inside. The last thing we need is to go off half-cocked and get ourselves killed."

I let him direct my body, but I couldn't help but stare over my shoulder at the writhing mass of things that had until very recently been human. "This can't be happening."

A sharp shake brought my eyes up to Sebastian, fear and the denial of that fear making his eyes those of a person I barely recognized. "It is happening, Mara, and you need to get used to the idea," he said, his mouth a thin hard line. I jerked my arm out of his hands.

"You're an ass, you know that, don't you?" I stomped toward the front door, slamming it behind me. All I wanted was a little comfort, a white lie or two to get me through the initial shock. After that, I could come to terms with what was going on.

The living room was dim, the flickering of the TV the only light, as the curtains and blinds were drawn down. Dan sat on the couch, his feet propped up on the hand-carved coffee table we'd bought for our first place.

"Feet off," I said, shoving his feet off before he could remove them himself. "I don't care if this is the end of the world, I don't want your feet on my coffee table."

The door opened behind me and shut with a soft click. I kept my back turned to Sebastian, my spine rigid, my breathing slow and deliberate as I tried to rein in my anger. A whine came from the bathroom, and I stomped down the hallway and swung the door open. Nero tried to scamper between my legs, but I scooped him up and held him tight. A minute passed and the anger started to drain out of me. Taking one last deep breath, I carried Nero into the living room. I stared at the TV and came to a sudden stop, unable to take my eyes off the screen.

Dan leaned forward. "I'd hoped they'd have gotten it under control in the bigger cities, at least."

"I don't think that's the case," I said, my hands trembling as I stroked Nero. Lists of major cities that had been overrun and were considered uninhabitable flashed on the screen in no particular order: Toronto, Vancouver, Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Edmonton, Brisbane, New York, Atlanta, Ottawa, London, Perth, Paris, Frankfurt, Berlin, Glasgow, Mexico City, Venice, Lima; the list went on and on, scrolling for a solid two minutes.

"Every continent has been hit by this catastrophe, though some obviously worse than others." The male announcer's voice blared to life on the screen, and I jumped involuntarily. Nero gave a squeak. I kissed him on the top of his head.

The camera panned to a reporter in what looked like a bare-bones room, cement walls, and shelves of strange scientific-looking paraphernalia.

"Dr. Josephson, what can you tell us about the events? Will the drug wear off? What can we do about this situation?" the reporter asked, turning to the camera every few words, as if to gain permission from the viewing audience to ask the questions.

"It's simple, even for a nincompoop like you, Blaine," Dr. Josephson said.

"It's Bruce."

"Whatever. The drug was skipped through the FDA testing as well as Health Canada; money greased the wheels to hurry it to market. In the two months since it's been out, it made over 1.6 trillion dollars. You can imagine how that would make a company eager to get it to the public."

Bruce leaned in. "Those numbers can't be right."

Dr. Josephson snorted. "337 million people, give or take a few thousand, get the shot through legal means. That's in North America alone. Five thousand dollars per shot, one hundred people a day per clinic. You should do your research before you go on air, Bruno."

The doctor sat down on a ratty old stool and looked up into the camera, as if Bruce were no longer worth speaking to.

"There is no cure. There is no chance it will go away. It won't wear off, it is designed to link permanently to the molecular structure of human bones, organs, and most importantly, brain. It cannot be transferred by a bite, as the modern movie culture would have you believe. These are not zombies, these are people gone feral, wild. They are acting as packs, not unlike a pack of wolves with an Alpha male and female, and the rest working as a group for food and protection." His pale blue eyes bore into me and I shivered with the intensity. "To the public who have not taken Nevermore, I will say only one thing," He paused, dropped his head and shook it slightly before looking back up into the camera.

"Survive."

6.

With that, the TV went blank, and the screen turned into a warning system of striped colours. The silence in our little home was overwhelming and I wanted to say something to break it, but didn't. I couldn't think of anything to say that would mean anything, and since screaming hysterically was out of the question, I was out of options.

Dan stood, drawing our attention. "That's it then, I'm headed back to my place."

"What?" Sebastian asked. "You can't get out of here alive, there's no way you'll make it."

He strolled to the back door, ignoring Sebastian's assessment, glancing over his shoulder at us. "There's a back trail, goes up and around, it's a great view of the ocean at the top. I think these things-"

"Nevermores," I said softly.

Dan nodded at me. "These Nevermores seem to be sticking to the main routes right now, so if you come to my place, come the back way. I'll put a red flag next to it. Other than that, plant a garden, grow yourself some food, mend your fences, and keep quiet."

He put his hand on the door and I grabbed the back of his grubby shirt. "Hey, you can't just leave us here."

Dan laughed and half-turned back to me. "You city folk are going to be the first to die off-not prepared, no survival instinct." His eyes narrowed as he looked at me. "You might make it; you got some good reflexes on you."

Sebastian stepped up and I didn't let go of Dan. "You could help us. At least we could be working together," I said.

Again Dan laughed. "I don't work with anybody, it ain't my style. Too much drama when you get more than one person in a room."

"So," Sebastian said. "We're supposed to be grateful you showed up for a belated house warming, and you didn't even bring us a gift? You happen to visit in the middle of a crisis where you don't even help? I don't know why you bothered at all."

I let go of Dan's coat, feeling my own anger build. What the hell was Dan's reasoning, or was he truly just as crazy as we'd heard?

Dan straightened his coat and lifted an eyebrow at us, then nodded slowly. "If you can make it to my place, I'll let you have a weapon, but this is Mother Nature's way of weeding out the weak. Only the strong will survive this, and that's how it should be. To tell you the truth, I came here to take what you had and add it to my stores. But you were still here, still alive. Mores the pity."

We stared at him in disbelief, the reality of the situation hitting us both at the same time.

The door clicked softly as he left without even saying goodbye, or better, good luck. I wondered if he meant for us to mend our fences around the property, or the proverbial ones between us. I looked over to Sebastian, took in his drawn face and worried eyes. My heart gave a thump and I put Nero down before I all but threw myself into Sebastian's arms.

Between sobs and 'I'm sorry' on both sides, our lips met and we caught the edge of a mania that perhaps other survivors were feeling. Glad to be alive we stripped each other out of our clothes and stumbled upstairs to the bathroom. The water still ran, we hadn't lost power yet, and we drained the hot water tank showering off the sweat and remnants of blood, wrapping ourselves around each other, washing the fear away for a moment or two.

We made love in the shower and then again in the bedroom, our frantic need to touch and feel overwhelming any common sense-like locking the doors.

Lying in each other's arms, we dozed off, dreaming perhaps that this was all a nightmare, a shared fear come to life in the night, but gone when the light of day streamed through the windows. Not so much.

The bedroom door creaked, the knob clicking against something; perhaps nails, or perhaps what we later learned was skin hardening into a hide like leather. I woke, chills rippling over my body, the sensation of being watched heightened by a disorientation of time and place.

"Bastian," I whispered, my eyes picking out a figure silhouetted in the doorway.

"Hmm," he grunted.

I placed my hand lightly over his lips and whispered into his ear. "We didn't lock the doors."

Sebastian's eyes popped open and he slowly moved my hand from his lips. Keeping as still as possible, I franticly searched the room with my eyes, seeking a weapon of any sort.

"Help me." Her voice was raspy and though she didn't move, I knew we didn't have much time.

I jumped up out of bed, recognizing the voice as our neighbour's teenage daughter.

"Jessica?"

"Help me, please," she said, her body twitching. I flicked on the overhead light and Sebastian cursed.

"We're naked here, woman," he said as he yanked on some clothes. I did the same, keeping an eye on Jessica the whole time, her eyes were semi-glazed and she didn't seem to notice that we were naked. Thank goodness for small blessings.

"Honey," I said slipping a t-shirt over my head, "Your parents, where are they?"

"Gone, they turned into monsters."

I froze in mid-zip.

"Shit."

"My thoughts exactly, wife."

I moved toward Jessica and wondered again why she had taken Nevermore. Thin as a rail, pretty, and yet she'd had the shot, as had her mother and father. Her Caribbean-blue eyes were still human, not yet sliding into the realm of the feral horde outside. How long would it be before they turned colour and she became one of the monsters?

I touched her arm and she flinched. "It's okay, let's go downstairs and see what we can do."

"The TV said there isn't a cure," she said, her voice breaking up with a sob.

I nodded. "I know, but that could change. I'm sure they're working on a cure right now."

Sebastian made a rude noise, and I shushed him. I knew when to tell a white lie. This was a teenage girl who was terrified and alone; the least I could do was try and comfort her.

Once downstairs, seated around the kitchen table, a hot tea in front of her, Jessica told us what happened.

"Parkinson's runs strong in our family, so my parents wanted to make sure I never had to deal with it. They insisted I take the shot with them. You got the shot too, didn't you?"

I leaned forward and put my hand over hers. "No, I didn't." I said.

It took some effort not to flinch as she twitched underneath my fingers, but I wanted her to be calm so that she would keep talking. "When did your parents . . . ?" I wasn't sure how to ask when her parents went crazy and turned into zombies.

"Today, after I got back from our walk," she whispered, staring into her tea. "I don't have very long, do I?"

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I blinked them back. I didn't know Jessica well, but it was hard to see someone so young cut down by something that should have helped her live a long and healthy life. It was hard to know there was nothing we could do to help. Nero whined at our feet, and I stood and fixed him a bowl of food. I felt bad for ignoring him, but he wagged his tail and seemed to have forgiven me already.

I thought about the fight we'd heard in the home as we'd walked and shivered. No doubt that had been no normal fight, but a neighbor shifting into a Nevermore. Crap, how close had we come to getting run down by a wandering Nevermore?

"How long ago did they take the shot?" Sebastian asked, leaning in toward her.

"Five weeks; I was about a week later," she said, her eyes flicking up to him twice, maybe intimidated by his size, the way a lot of people were. Then I remembered that she had a crush on him. I could only imagine the embarrassment of finding her crush in bed naked with his wife.

Sebastian stood up and stomped out of the house. I ignored him, knowing that Jessica needed comfort right now. "You can stay here, sweetheart. It'll be okay." Then I frowned. "How did you make it past the horde out front?"

She gave me a wobbly, tear filled smile. "They know I'm one of them. They let me pass, I climbed the gate, and they . . . ." She shrugged. "There's no other way to say it, they cheered for me, like they were happy I could get in here to you." Dropping her head to her arms on the table she let out a sob.

I reached over and put a hand on her head, fighting with my own rising emotions: sadness, fear, and then relief. It could have been me waiting to be turned into an animal. If not for the damn scotch broom, it would be me. I would have taken the shot in an instant.

I ushered Jessica to the back bedroom and tucked her into bed, giving her three Benadryl, which would knock her out for the night. I took one for myself, not to sleep, but for the reaction I was having to some airborne allergen. My skin tingled all over my body, my eyes watered, and the back of my throat was itchy-sure signs I'd gotten hit with something I didn't like. Then I went to find Sebastian, Nero at my heels, my fear beginning to turn into resolve. We could survive. We were smart, young, and in love. There wasn't anything we couldn't do.

He was out on the back porch leaning against the railing, staring out at the star encrusted sky.

I stepped up beside him slipping my arm around his waist. "I haven't had the chance yet to thank you."

He gave me a quizzical look.

I pointed down at the puppy sitting on my foot and smiled. "You didn't have to get me a puppy, but I'm glad you did." I gave his waist a squeeze and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"We've got to lay out a plan, Bastian. Food, water, fences, weapons. Maybe get some sort of radio up in case there are notices once the electricity is out." I looked up and my breath caught in my throat. Tears streaked his face, dripped off his chin and plunked onto the railing.

He wrapped his arms around me. "It isn't fair, Mara, that girl is losing everything because she wanted to have a life, to not pass on a disease she had no say on in the first place." His voice was thick with emotion.

I held on to him as tight as I could, fighting my own tears, shocked at what I was seeing. Sebastian was usually so stoic. In four years, this was perhaps the second time I'd seen him shed tears-and the first time I wasn't entirely certain it wasn't just a hard wind causing his eyes to water.

"Go to bed, babe. I'll stay up and watch over you two. I don't think I could sleep anyway."

I kissed him softly on his lips, holding his head in my hands. "I love you, Bastian, more than anything."

He kissed me back and swatted me lightly on my butt as I turned to go inside.

I went upstairs to bed, snuggling Nero down in with me. I listened to Sebastian pace on the porch, muttering from time to time. I didn't sleep much that night, my mind whirling with plans. In my head, I sketched out the best place for a garden-the current spot was far too rocky-where the fence needed to be reinforced, and what we could use as weapons besides the knives we had. Dan hadn't even left us a single weapon, though he'd said he had lots at his place.

I yawned and closed my eyes, Nero snuggling in tight next to me, his warmth a steady comfort, then finally drifted off to a fitful sleep.