Love Like That

Havermouth, Five Years Before

After breakfast, the Triquetra ripped up the floorboards in one of the rear bedrooms and inspected the stumps that held the house loft. Cameron’s eyes lit as his feet scuffed over something that was not dirt, his footsteps sounding hollow. “Told you.” He said to Rhett triumphantly. “I told you that there was an old cellar.”

“Yeah, but whether it’s knee deep in river water…” Rhett was dubious.

“The French drain around the house says otherwise,” Cameron replied. “There’s only one way to find out. Let’s lift the lid…”

“If zombies crawl out, I’m throwing you to them and running,” Rhett replied.

“There’s no such thing as zombies,” Cameron laughed as he and Heath used their shovels to dig around the wooden barrier. “Right?” He looked at Heath when they had cleared the edges and as much rubble off the surface as they could.

“Let’s see,” Heath grinned back, and they dug the tips of their shovels under the edge prying it up. The wood cracked and creaked, before sh