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C) Go to your house and see if your wife will let the two of you stay until sunset.

Mills start to pack his things into a nearby backpack. As he puts the lantern in, he takes out a hooded sweatshirt and tosses it to you. "Put this on to hide your face while we're on the move. I'm fairly certain you're the only zombie in town and you just committed a murder."
You shove your arms into the hoodie and yank it over your head. "Where are we on the move to?"
"I don't know," Mills says exasperatedly. "I don't really have anywhere to go right now."
"We can't just like... go to your house? I can go to the backyard garden and lie in the mulch like a tipped over bird fountain," you suggest.
"I can't go home now," he shakes his head. "I've definitely been gone long enough now to be considered a missing child. If I go home, my parents aren't gonna let me back out in God knows how long."
"How long have you been gone for?" you ask.
"A few days now," Mills replies.
You click your tongue a couple times. "Man, parents are such a drag nowadays. I remember when I was a kid."
Mills seems to be waiting for you to continue. "....and?"
"And what?"
"You... you seemed like were building up to a story and then you just kinda stopped," Mills says disappointed.
You huff. "God, my parents would do that kind of thing all the time. I remember this one time."
"... Okay," Mills accepts that he's not getting any lengthy stories from you. "What about your place?"
"What about it?"
"Well you only died six weeks ago, I'm assuming it's still standing," Mills responds.
You think it over a moment. "My wife will probably be there."
"She'll probably be happy to see you again," he assumes.
You wince. "She's probably going to want to ask a lot of questions I don't really have proper answers to."
"We don't have anywhere else to go until sunset, Slim," Mills pleads. "Please. It's our best shot at getting off the street."
You shuffle your feet in the cave dust. "Can't you just eat all the dirty ham off the ground?"
Mills frowns. "Come on, Slim. Don't make me pull rank again."
"Ugh, alright fine," you concede. "But there are going to be some ground rules we need to discuss on the way over."

You slide your arms through the backpack and yank the drawstring on your hoodie tighter. Mills adjusts his black robes to hide his face from view in the daylight. The two of you exit the cave and walk back through the woods to the cemetery. "This way," you nod your head to the right. You and Mills stride east along the main road while attempting avoiding detection from any cars or pedestrians passing by.
"Okay, rule number one," you begin. "Do not leave me alone with Carrie for any amount of time."
"How come?" Mills asks.
"Because she'll want to ask me some very uncomfortable questions, but she won't make it awkward when there's a guest present," you explain.
"What do you care if it's awkward for? You don't have a conscious anymore," contests Mills.
"Just because I can't feel bad about hurting her feelings anymore doesn't mean I want it to happen anyway," you clarify.
"Fair enough," Mills accepts.
"Second rule," you continue. "She's definitely not going to enjoy that I've been running around with a missing child.
"Understandable."
"So keep your face hidden at all times, and try to lower your voice a bit," you instruct.
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