Hollowmen by Amanda Hocking Page A

is the compound?”
    “Over that way. I think.” I pointed to the left. “It’s on this side of town. I know that much for sure.”
    “Great.” He stepped to the side and gestured for me to go. “You lead the way.”
    It had been so long since I’d been here, and it’d only been once. We’d left in a hurry in a car, so my directions weren’t the best. We wandered through the town, with Ripley staying close by. She actually walked at my side most of the time, stopping when she heard a noise and raising her ears.
    We could hear the zombies, but we avoided them. A small pack of four zombies went by us down the street, and we hid in the living room of a rather decimated house. Ripley watched them from the front steps while we hid, and eventually the zombies passed by without noticing us.
    But I’d seen them as I peered through the broken glass of the windows. One of them was wearing a marauder uniform – the black camo with a helmet. The zombies had gotten much worse since the last time I’d been here.
    After the zombies passed us, we left the house, and we only had to round one more block before we found the compound. As soon as I caught sight of it, my heart froze in my chest.
    The three white pillars in front were unmistakable. They were also the only things that were standing. The rest of the building had burned to the ground, collapsed in a pile of black rubble.
    But that wasn’t where they really hid out anyway. It was underneath the house, in a tunnel through a cellar door.
    “No, no, no,” I whispered and shook my head.
    “This is it?” Nolita asked, staring at the same mess I was.
    “No.” I shook my head and raced around to the back of it.
    The doors were still in place, although they were charred black. The bush that had been hiding them was completely gone, burned down to a tiny stump. I threw open the doors, praying they were still down there, but the house had collapsed onto the stairs.
    “No.” I repeated, as if that would somehow make it true.
    I started digging at the rubble, the bricks and broken boards that blocked the path into the basement. Ripley had climbed onto a part of the wall nearby, and she watched me curiously as I tried to clear out the steps.
    “Remy,” Boden said, and when I didn’t answer him, he grabbed my arm. “This is it, isn’t it?”
    “No.” I let out a shaky breath. “I mean, it was. But …”
    “If there were any survivors, they moved,” Bishop said. “This isn’t a safe place anymore.”
    “It’s just like I said.” Nolita glared at me and Boden. “I said this place would be crawling with zombies, and we wouldn’t find anything here.”
    “We have like eight bullets left, Nolita,” Boden pointed out. “And almost no food. It was worth a shot.”
    She shook her head and pursed her lips but said nothing more on the subject.
    “It’s getting dark, and we’re exposed,” Bishop said. “We need to find a place to stay for the night.”
    “But …” I looked back at the rubble, swallowing a lump in my throat.
    “We’re finding camp,” Boden said firmly and turned to walk away.
    Daniels lingered behind with me, staring at the rubble, while the others began the search for a safe-ish place to hide.
    “If your brother survived, he isn’t down there,” Daniels said softly. “And if your brother’s anything like you, he’s a survivor.”
    “I know,” I said.
    “Come on.” Daniels took a step back from me. “We’ll rest for the night, and in the daylight, we can start looking for where he moved to.”
    The death groans were getting louder and more frequent, and I knew I’d better hurry and follow him. Boden simply chose the nearest house, and after clearing it, we all went upstairs. There wasn’t much in the way of furniture, so he turned a box spring on its side and used that to block the steps.
    “We’re not eating tonight,” Boden told us. “No light. No food. No sound. We will take turns keeping watch all night. The rest of