My head trembled. "Bicyclists aren't all terrible, Peter. These individuals need assistance, and we decided to assist Mayette. Here, we may kill two birds with one stone. Everyone comes out ahead. We'll spend the evening assessing them, and if we determine they're nice, we'll propose they proceed into town to locate her."
While thinking about it, he nibbled his lower lip. "I'm not convinced, Clementia. I believe we should just leave these individuals on their way. I understand you want to assist everyone you can, but it's not worth risking our lives."I glanced to Ricky and Justine, who had been mostly silent. "What are your thoughts about this?""I'm right there with you, Clementia," Diana said. "I believe we should assist them. If we discover anything useful, we may return this route if we go straight to the cottage. And there is no such thing as having too many friends. Who's to say we won't need them again?"RickyWhen I awoke in the morning, the very first image I saw was Justine's arm wrapped around my waistline. I could feel his warmth on my back and his abdomen pushing on me as it gradually goes up and down with each breath he takes. He was snoozing quietly in my ear, which I didn't really mind at all.It's really sort of reassuring since it means Justine was getting those much relaxations and naps. I'm shocked he came to bed at all, much alone into my bed. After our conversation last night, it seems like we could be bound to remain at odds for the foreseeable future. But he doesn't seem to be furious anymore, since he's wrapped up so securely with me. I'm not sure whether he thought about it all night and eventually viewed things my way, or if he apparently decided it didn't make a difference and needed some consolation.I don't mind either way.He's here with me, and I planned to take advantage of the situation. I jerked my head around, cautious not to disturb Justine's slumber, and realiz
Justine scrunched his nose against my collarbone and planted a little kiss there. I whimpered in his embrace, and he teased and gnawed on the delicate point, taking care not to affect the skin. He nibbled harder, and I'm confident it left a mark. The prospect of his marking me thrills me more than anything else, and I ran my fingers through his disheveled dark hair, drawing his head further and deeper, silently urging him to be extremely hard. There was a knock on the door, and Justine made a growling sound in the bottom and depths of his windpipe."Someone better be deceased," he murmured to me. He became more agitated. "Hey, get out!""Teddy and his friends wanted their equipment back so they can go," Diana said. "Peter instructed me to come and inform you. Do you want us to put a halt to them so you may speak with them about Mayette?""I'll manage it," he said st
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We sat inside the car in complete stillness. Peter had declined to sit in the front and assist with navigation, so he's in the backseat her together with Diana, and I'm up front with the map unfurled over my thighs. I'm not certain how to use an old school chart, although I know how to use a map; my sister's old vehicle had navigation and we still took a wrong turn, but Justine was kind and highlighted whatever I didn't completely grasp.He and Peter haven't spoken anything to each other since the parking garage, and I don't see that changing anytime soon. I know Peter has always been the most skeptical of our goal to find a cure, but he's been going much too far. He's now compromising Justine's dominance, even if it's not his intention. I'm pleased Justine didn't approach him since doing so would have squandered even more time and maybe sparked a brawl that would have torn our group apart. Despite the fact that Peter was being outrag
Justine gave a shaky nod. I supposed he wanted to convince me I'm mistaken, but he doesn't because he actually understands it ain't going to help him. Either that, or he's realizing that not everyone in our group was as tough as he was.Diana was already frail, and he and I both understand she does not have to overhear him sounding so pretty bleak and terrible. "Perhaps we should halt for the evening. We won't be able to keep up this speed for much longer. Diana's feet were already in poor condition. If we continue like this, we will have to carry her the rest of the period."He scowled as he stared at Diana. "We haven't even gotten that far," he said. "In dry heat, I've gone significantly further in one straight, with seventy pounds of equipment tethered to my shoulders."I almost smiled broadly. "Diana was a schoolgirl, not a seasoned like-Navy officer like you. She can't
Justine stepped away from the shore and started strolling down the river's breadth. I kept a tight eye on him, as I usually seemed to be doing. Ricky groaned behind me while he scooped up his baggage and started following. Because there's too much snow on the ground to crackle under our feet and stick to our hair, I'm certain his backpack was damp.I'm amazed there's not enough frost on the riverbank, but it presumably happened too quickly for that to develop this slightly earlier during the year. By the month of December, we'd definitely be able to simply stroll over and save ourselves a large amount of time and work. However, the last thing we needed was for one of us to stumble on the frozen ground.We went down the riverside, getting somewhere further and further away from the point where we emerged from the trees, and eventually lost sight of the concealed trail. I'm not sure how we'd locate thi
We'll never learn and tell if she indeed made the correct choice, but I'm grateful Diana was still with us, even though our lives were at risk at the time. We probably wouldn't be able to swerve to avoid them indefinitely, and if we don't reach this destination soon, we'll be dead. Diana would die from frostbite, while the remaining of us will most undoubtedly be mauled to death and ripped to shreds. At the very least, if we don't take things into our own hands first.Justine's hand was on my shoulders, like it often was, pulling me ahead. It's a gentle, consistent reminder to keep moving no matter what and to don't ever take a gander back. It reminded me of a painful argument we had too many months earlier about just what I should do if something happened to Justine.Never, ever keep looking back.I'm not as stupid or naïve as some people actually believe. I'v
Dr. Melendez escorted us through a labyrinth of corridors that bore witness to the atrocities that had occurred outdoors. The once-beige-colored brickwork had been painted crimson in numerous places, and groups of insects swarmed around some of the complete darkness, dispersing as we managed to pass but immediately having to return to their feast. Dr. Melendez ignored them and provided no comments nor any information on the several rooms we passed in the halls. He merely walked with his head held high and a tiny hurry in his movements, almost as if he's pleased to take us wherever we're heading to.This corridor made me feel uneasy. Just by looking at the discolored ceilings and walls, it's obvious that most people ended up dead in this exact place. Whatever occurred here happened a long time ago, but it doesn't leave me feeling any more at ease or at comfortable. If someone died here, there's a strong possibility that the deceased we
Peter nodded. “I’ll go find him some clean clothes to wear. The shirt might be a little tight since he’s so big compared to me, but it’ll have to do for now. You should help him get into the shower while I do that. Do you want me to go find the others?” “That’s probably a good idea,” I said. “Once he’s cleaned up, it should go smoothly.” Turning to Justine, I motioned to the stairs. “You remember where that bathroom is, right? Why don’t you go start a nice hot shower and I’ll be up there in a minute?” I sighed. “It’s too early to tell. He did turn and attack someone, but I’m not sure how much of it he remembers, or what kind of lasting affect it’ll have on his mind. I’m hoping he’ll be able to put it all behind him with some time and love and understanding.” “Be careful being alone with him,” Peter remarked. “I know you don’t wanna hear this, but he might be dangerous. I shouldn’t even be leaving you alone with him to go find him something to wear. The only reason I am is because it
Two months later. Joseph screamed, spit flying from his lips as he swung wildly at Clyde. He knocked another man to the ground before he could get out of the way, and he stepped on his back, vaulting off him and leaping at Clyde. He slams into Allen’s chest and drags him down to the ground with a startled shout. Before any of us could even react, he sunk his teeth into Clyde’s shoulder, tearing through the flesh. Clyde grunted as blood welled up and spilled down the front of his chest, staining his white shirt red. Michael and Billie were there in a heartbeat, dragging a kicking and screaming Joseph away from Clyde. I knelt down beside him, pressing a wad of clean napkins to the bleeding wound while trying to ignore the terrified whispers around the room. Thankfully the wound didn’t look too bad, but I’m sure it couldn’t feel very pleasant. Clyde hissed in pain as I pressed the napkins harder against his chest, trying to stem the flow of blood. “What set him off?” I asked. “I’m not
Unfortunately, I was one of the ones closest to the front.The rottens advanced on us, and Billie pulled the trigger again and again. One more rotten dropped, but the second just staggered as his shoulder jerked back from the impact. Peter fired, and the wounded rotten dropped to the ground, unmoving. The rest of them were on us, and I brought my weapon up. My heart was racing in my chest and my blood pounded like a drum in between my ears, creating a roar that blocked out everything except the harsh sound of my breathing.I pulled the trigger and my hand jerked from the force of the shot, but a rotten dropped. Three more drops to the ground courtesy of Billie and Peter, and I took out an eighth. Only four left; Billie took out two of them with relative ease, leaving the last two for me and Peter while he reloaded. Mine was too close to take the time to aim, so I just screamed in anger and hatred, swinging my weapon up before bringing it back down like a hammer, slamming into the rotte
Justine was going to die in the next couple of hours. He’s going to be ripped away from me, and then he’s going to come back. He'd probably end up being a rotten for at least a little bit while we get the cure to work. He’s going to suffer a fate worse than death.The tears streamed down my face and I started to choke. Justine pulled me closer as I cried, but for once it didn’t comfort me; it made me feel claustrophobic and smothered. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe or function. All I could do was cry and gasp for air like my lungs had been punctured or flattened like pancakes. I couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t. Please…Everyone kept their distance while Justine and I cried it out, and I was forever grateful for it. We needed the space and time to ourselves, even if we didn’t have the time to spare right now. I was dangerously close to breaking, and it was wise for them to keep their distance. All I wanted to do was scream and throw things and pull at my hair, cursing Dr. Melendez, the gove
As the celebration drew to a close, Justine and I headed back to our house. We took our time, enjoying the peacefulness of the night, not really minding the cold anymore as we enjoyed each other’s company. The others wandered along behind us, watching us with obvious concern. I knew they saw us together during the song, and I knew they saw how it affected us so deeply, but none of them know why or what to say. So they remained quiet and just watched, looking for any sign that something was wrong.When we reached the house, everyone gathered in the living room, taking up every available seat on the couch, chairs, and the floor. Clyde, Billie, and Michael joined us, and together we made a rough plan of attack. “Unfortunately, we don’t know the layout of this area where the lab is,” Clyde began. “And we don’t know the extent of the disease. So we’re going in blind and to an extent, we’ll just have to hope that things work out for the best. What we can plan for, however, is what to do in
“You did look a little green up there,” Xander said with a smirk.“You did great. It was a speech to go down in history,” Clyde replied. “I told Millie it would be, so she had someone write down the entire thing word for word, so we can put it in our records. People will remember that speech for a very long time.”Billie clapped his hands loudly. “Well, now that the official business is over with, who wants some booze?”“Yeah, what the hell,” Michael said, getting to his feet. “This might be our last chance ever to get drunk.”The two of them headed up to the front and grabbed red plastic cups, searching through the already open bottles of liquor for something to drink. Billie chose what looked like Captain Morgan spiced rum and he mixed it with coke, making his drink very strong. Michael went with seven and seven, using less liquor and more pop to take it down a notch.“What did they mean by ‘this might be our last chance ever to get drunk’?” Justine asked.“The three of us are headi
A quick glance out the window showed that it was no longer snowing, which was good for us. It'd make the drive tomorrow much easier if the roads don’t get any worse, and it'd be easier on us when we had to ditch the vehicles and continue on foot. I’m not sure of the layout of New York, but I assumed we’re not going to be driving straight up to the front door of a top-secret government facility. At the very least I’m sure there would be a fence, and maybe even more obstacles.I tore myself away from the window, sitting on the edge of the bed with Justine while I pulled on my boots. They zipped up easily, and I waited for him to ready himself mentally. He finally sighed and gets to his feet, following me to the door. The others were already waiting for us downstairs, and I saw Clyde, Billie, and Michael were all with them. This couldn’t be good…“What’s going on?”“Just a precaution,” Clyde assured. “Word got out about Justine being here, and there are a lot of unhappy campers. We just w
“If you’re right and you guys do succeed, everything is gonna change. Hope will be alive once again. We can actually begin rebuilding instead of just surviving. People won’t have to be afraid to search for their lost loved ones, or to fall in love again for fear of losing who they’ve given their heart to. So many possibilities, all because of one crazy scientist, and a group of kids crazy enough to go after him," Clyde looked back at us, his eyes shining with unshed tears and the smile on his face growing. “You’ll all have prominent spots in the community if you decide to return. Everyone will know who you are.”Peter’s cheeks turn red. “I don’t know about that,” he said, looking away. “I’ll be happy knowing we made a difference. I don’t need any kind of praise or validation from others. We had a duty to seek out this cure, and we did it. It’s nothing most people wouldn’t have done if given the chance.”“You really believe that?” Clyde asked, lifting one bushy eyebrow. “Huh. I can’t sa
Millie wasn’t the only person in the tent. There were two men in white coats with clipboards, and they ushered us farther into the tent. One closed the flap behind Justine, and he looked us over closely, probably trying to decide where to start with us. While Millie looked after Isabel, he motioned to several nearby chairs. “Take a seat. We’ll take you behind the curtain one at a time and have you undress for a quick examination.”“You’re shitting us, right?” Peter asked, eyes narrowing a fraction. “There is mother fucking snow on the ground. Do you honestly think any of us are stripping?”The doctor didn’t look up from his clipboard. “It’ll only take a moment. We can’t let you any farther into the community until you’ve been cleared. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to deal. The sooner you strip, the sooner you can get dressed again. You’ll be given some hot chocolate for your troubles while you wait for your friends to finish," he motioned to the screen behind him, tucked away into the c