There was a community centre. They bundled themselves inside to escape the cold of the night and the crushing, almost unbearable disappointment. The building – along with all the other buildings nearby from what they could tell – appeared to be in good repair. All of it was untouched. There were corpses trapped indoors here and there, as there were everywhere. The bulk of the mobile dead, though, had long since drifted away.
‘I don’t understand,’ Selena said, sobbing. She was heartbroken. Disconsolate. ‘But what happened?’
Vicky, who they’d laid on a bed made from cushions and blankets, gestured for her to come closer. Her voice was an exhausted whisper, but the acoustics of this empty, almost church-like place, amplified her words so that everyone could hear. ‘The same thing happened he
