I ignored the sound of the others bickering as the soldiers settled in and rolled over.  Sleep was a lot more attractive than listening to the 5 of them debate the merits of Hostess vs Lil Debbie again.  I mean really…just how much can you say about snack cakes?


I was just drifting again, the wind and snow shushing against the metal walls lulling me into dreamland, when Molly yelled “Fuck!”  I was out of bed and standing next to her in a heartbeat.  “What?!”  I demanded.

“We’re out of diapers!” She looked at me all wide-eyed and almost panicked.  ‘Well shit’ I thought.


“Um…ok.  We cleaned out the daycare and the store. I don’t think there’s any left anywhere on the island at all.”  I chewed my lip to shreds while I pondered braving the blizzard and hungry zombies to get diapers.


“Ok.  Well we aren’t going to be getting anywhere anytime soon.  How hard can it be to make cloth diapers?”  I asked with a shrug.  Turns out it’s harder than you’d think.   It also turns out I was a fucking genius for grabbing all those baby books.


I’d been sort of worried about how our new guests would integrate with the rest of us when we brought them home the night before, but as it turns out, the love of snack cakes had brought everyone together.  And the great Diaper Dilemma cemented their relationship with the others.  Rick, Billy and Paul were all older brothers.  And they all had diaper duty experience.  That alone would have endeared them to me, but their willingness to brave the storm and go search various homes for more baby stuff made me overlook Billy’s weirdness.


For once I got to stay home and take it easy without being wounded.  Or so I thought.  Turns out that they all had dirty laundry they didn’t want to wash out by hand.  And if they were going out then by god I was going to do the laundry.  Sigh.


Oh well.  Worth it, I guess.  Besides they’d just break the old antique wringer washer thingymabob that we’d installed in an upstairs office.  So I spent the day bored out of my skull doing 10 million pounds of laundry by hand.  But that was actually better than cooking.  Which is what Jason got stuck with.  Molly and Sarge went with the boys, so it was peaceful and quiet.


I did laundry and played with Annie.  It was a really nice day.  The weather was awful, but we were safe as one could get these days, and warm.  We had food and music and after a real-life honest-to-god genuine zombie apocalypse…what more could you ask for really?


Jason and I also spent some time fixing up the only empty office for the boys.  We pulled extra futons off of everyone else’s beds and stacked up piles of carpet under them.  The end result was surprisingly comfy, and just about the right height too.  Heat from the space heaters and woodstove downstairs rose and made the little room rather warm.  Warmer than the rest of the warehouse anyway.  Jason also added some of the old quilts that Molly had hung on the walls in the Inn to the walls of the office and it was downright cozy in there.  I was actually a bit jealous.


I also took the opportunity while everyone was away and I had an abundance of hot water to take a bath.  And Annie got her first bubble bath too, she was none too pleased about it though.  I laughed at her ferocious little scowl a few times, but when we were clean and dry she smelled like lavender and baby powder.


I cannot begin to express how great the day was.  It was so great I didn’t even notice how late it  had gotten until after I’d fallen asleep twice.  When I finally got around to getting out of my comfy chair and walking around darkness had already fallen. But daylight hours were short in winter anyway, so I tried not worry about it.  It wouldn’t have been the first time we got back after dark.   It took a few hours to dawn on me that the others were not going to make it back that night.


I drowned my worry the next morning in hot cocoa and a tiny bit of rum and made oatmeal for Jason and I.  It tasted horrible.  But we were too well aware of the food situation to throw it out, so we choked it down and Jason vowed to never let me near the stove again.  Fine with me.


I took a quick patrol outside and noticed through the heavy gusts of wind and snow that the harbor had completely frozen over.  And there were lights coming from Squirrel Island, where no lights had shone at all since this had all begun.