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Unfortunately for James, Cerise was more of a cat person. Like a cat, she glared down her nose at him in disdain of his relentless optimism. "Be real, though. We're not zombies--yet--but everyone else we know could be. We could be, someday, and putting on a happy face isn't going to change the reality of the s**t we're in. It's just...sticking your head in the sand and hoping the bad stuff blows over by the time you pull it back out again." The last backpack was stretched over the glass shards sticking out of the window frame and a garbage bag went over that to keep it in place.

"Or," Cerise retorted, tipping some bleach over a rusty stain on the floor, "maybe you're just too naive to be real. The perky ones always go first," she pointed out.

Cerise's eyes damn near rolled out of her head as she secured the broken window. "You have fun with that," she said.