“I feel sick,” said Kim returning a half-eaten pumpkin cookie to the nearly empty display case next to the counter.
“Should’ve started with the sugar-free ones,” replied Linda, her hand trembling as she poured the last of the coffee grounds into the machine. Linda enjoyed the noise of freshly brewing coffee. It brought a sense of normalcy. Maybe that is why she still wore her apron and ball cap; normalcy. For days, they listened to the screams of those still outside. Now, all they heard was the occasional other-worldly howl or moan, while indiscernible shadows moved past the barricaded windows.