Day 55

She knocked again, and then tried the door.  Fortunately, it was open.

"Hello?  Mrs. Applewhite?" Sara called into the house.  "I've got your rations for the week."

The air coming from the house smelled slightly smoky, a little like burnt paper.  Sara decided it might be best to check to make sure everything was alright.

Everything was certainly not alright.   The bookshelf in the front room had been knocked over, and books were lying everywhere.  The smoky smell increased as Sara moved deeper into the house.  The kitchen was in no better shape than the living room.

Sara thought she heard something like a whimper as she entered the kitchen to set the rations on the breakfast nook table, one of the few clear surfaces in the room.  

"Hello?" she called out again.

Then she heard it again, quiet but seeming to come from the bedrooms towards the back.  Sara set the bag down, and rushed back to the bedrooms.  Between the chill of the house, and the ever smokier air, her eyes began to water.

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