Jessica sat on the couch. She was starting to get worried. Her mom wasnt back from work yet. What if she was turned into a walker? She asked herself. She took a deep breath. As much as she didn't want to believe it, she couldn't deny that it was a possibility. She peeked through the curtains that covered the windows of the living room and peered outside. It was a disaster. Besides the crackling of fire, which was quite loud, it was dead silent. Nothing moved or made a single noise, as if keeping quiet would make the walkers go away. Houses ha been destroyed, some burnt to the ground, the street was filled with litter and blood. She gaged and shut the curtain. She sat back down on the couch. She had two daggers strapped to each thigh. Everything, including windows, was shut locked and covered. She took a deep breath. She wasnt freaking out, which was good, but she was very worried about her mom.