Night was falling quickly, and the church grew darker by the minute, so I lit a few of the wall-mounted candles. I wished I had something to cover the windows with, so the light wouldn't be noticed by the walkers. I wished I had a lot of things. Running water. Electricity. Guns. A toothbrush.
I lay on the floor for a while, staring at nothing. On a whim, picked up paper and pencil and decided to sketch out a map of the graveyard.
Night fell, and using my pile of clothes as a bed, I closed my eyes.
Sleep came swiftly.