Grey knew better than to let his guard down, but the quiet stillness of the deserted grocery store tempted him. They’d swept every corner, and while the shelves were empty of anything edible, they were also free of zombies. So when you went to search for supplies, Grey allowed himself a rare moment of rest.\nHe lay on his back behind the check-out counter, his head propped on his backpack, keeping his rifle within easy reach. Sleep had been fleeting for weeks, and though he knew better than to trust these temporary sanctuaries, exhaustion had a way of overriding caution.\