When we returned home from our supply excursion, Justine and Ricky scrutinized every piece of Peter's brand new car for flaws. I overheard parts of their talk, but I didn't quite understand much of it since they utilized appropriate mechanical terminology, but I've never really been very knowledgeable about automobiles. The greatest I could do was capable of driving one, but then again, I'm not convinced. But if it kept breaking down someplace, I'd be in a huge amount of trouble.
Rather than staying outdoors and watching the men inspect our new bike, I went inside the kitchenette. I delved into a transparent can of persimmons left over through the others' lunch approximately an hour earlier, using a wooden skewer.Diana sat at the dining room table, drinking water from a container.I've observed that she has this expression on her face every now and then. It's an expression that screams, 'I've lost someone essential to me; somebody I'llI rested my forehead on his wide shoulder for a while, and neither one of us made any comment. We just remained there in quiet, appreciating one other's company. Relaxing in Justine's arms helped me feel a lot more comfortable and safer than anyplace else, and because this would be our final opportunity to create a safe environment and rest for a long time, I wanted to make the most of it. Because I don't know when I'll have another opportunity to cuddle up with Justine.He kissed the temple of my head and pressed his lips against my skin for a fraction of a second, sending thrills up my spine. "It's all right to feel terrified, Clementia. It's not an indication of immaturity.""I understand," I said.He was quiet again, his eyes fixed on nothing other than particularly. I could tell he was frightened because of the tightness of his jawline and the tight grasp he had over my shoulders. Justine has lost a large number of people sin
"Do you see something out there?" "Not yet," Justine stated. "I suppose we were by ourselves for the time being, but that really doesn't mean we should remain any longer than was necessary; the earlier we go back on the road, the better our possibilities of coming across a suitable spot to spend the evening." "What exactly are you beginning to think?" "How about a white picket-fenced-in residence, a holiday inn, and whatever else creates a formidable roadblock separating us from the external people? We'll take it in turns trying to maintain defense, as customary, have quite a relatively brief breakfast, and then hit the interstate again. We expect to be in Clinton during the day tomorrow, however, if the temperature rises, we may be required to add an extra day of journeys. I'm not sure whether our resources will be capable of sustaining it." "Don't worry, Justine. We'll be okay. We are always." He cast a peek at me. "I sincerely hope that you're right." The intonation of his voi
Mayette still seemed perplexed as to how we could view things the way we do, and I could not really reckon of anything further to speak to persuade her differently. She groaned and decided to abandon her efforts to join us. "How are you preparing for resources? Would you need anything for your journey?"Ricky and Justine exchanged short looks. "Are you willing to offer?" Ricky inquired gently."You helped me rescue two of my kids. I figured a few supplies would be the minimum I could do.""We could always need additional supplies," said Justine. "However, I don't want to steal anything from your group that you may use in the future.""Don't be concerned," Mayette said, disregarding his worries. "Our restaurant had a fully stocked refrigerator, refrigerator, and pantry. Because you see, restaurants normally provide food," she mumbled and laughed. "The married couple that owned it had its own portable generator, so the
"I'm not certain we should take the risk," Ricky murmured. "Whether one of us becomes sick, it will seriously impede our progression, and there's no knowing if we'll be successful in obtaining any medication to remedy it; even something as little as food poisoning may be lethal these days," he rightly observed. "The lowest date is three months from now," I said. "It's most likely alright." "But it may have been improperly kept; better to be safe than sorry," Justine sighed. Justine ignored the enticing cans of drinks and went on to the untouched cartons of quick porridge. He cracked open the package and shoved the considerably smaller and thinner packets into the protruding ziplock bag. "All we have to do is simmer some water, and there we have it! Slurry." "Decent tasting puree," I said with a chuckle. "Well, it's better than having nothing." "But contrasted to the MREs, this puree isn't going to taste all that wonderful," he shrugged. "We're accustomed to spicy, flavorful cuisi
"Stick close," I urged, taking the initiative. Honestly, despite the fact that my gun abilities have substantially improved under Justine's tuition, I'm not really prepared to take leadership in most scenarios. But, in reality, neither was Peter. He wasn't bad with his weaponry, but he's impulsive, impatient, and would rush into a circumstance without properly appraising it. Especially if his mind was on his arguments with Diana rather than the work at hand. He trailed after me, hunkering down a little by my shoulder, his eyes scouring the parking garage for any hint of activity. I could hear Diana and Justine moving about above us, so I attempted to block out the noise of their footsteps and concentrate on the space in front of us. The door is adorned with a bronze number eight. There are windows on both sides of the entrance, but the curtains were closed, so we couldn't see inside without opening the front door. Peter and I double-checked our firearms to be sure they were primed a
He whirled and saw us. The corners of his mouth quivered, and I know it's the closest I'll come to a grin while he's on patrol. That almost smile faded as his gaze wandered over my physique, and I remember the precise moment he saw the bruises and scratches on my face and arms. His rifle fell to his side as he vaulted from the pickup's canopy to the platform and vaulted over the rear bumper, landing with a loud bang on the asphalt ground.He took big, determined steps over to us. The way he tightened his fists till his knuckles were translucent and the way his nostrils expanded told me how angry he was. He touched the side of my face, keeping me close while he examined me up and down. His hands stroked over my face, delicately tracing the wounds. He's remarkably kind for how upset I know he was, yet even in his rage, I know he'd never injure me.Why would he be so enraged? It isn't his failure.
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?"Ricky
When 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
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