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of a subdivision. They figured out which direction the highway was in and decided to head the opposite way. But as they passed by the eerily empty houses, they didn’t see any more signs of normal humans than they did flesh-eaters.
“If they think there’s food on the road, then they’re going to stay out there,” suggested Ryan. “And once that’s gone, they’ll probably head for the city.”
Jesse nodded, though it was hard to tell if he believed Ryan or not. The trio took a right at the intersection of Bayless and Rohmer, finding another long street of houses that exhibited a strange, post neutron bomb kind of feeling. It was as if the entire populace had gathered elsewhere for some sort of city-wide event, which, in effect, they had.
Ryan looked over at Jesse and noticed that his wounds were starting to bleed again.
“There’s got to at least be a Band-Aid in one of their bathrooms,” Ryan said, pointing at the houses. “We should just pick one and go in.”
Jesse was about to roll his eyes at this suggestion but then realized that if there was a Band-Aid, there might be other medical supplies.
“All right,” he nodded.
Jesse looked down the row of houses, his eyes hunting for one that seemed to suggest it belonged to a family that probably made regular trips to the drug store for such supplies, and settled on the only two-story home on the block. He limped over to Bones, took him by the collar, and slowly led him to the house.
“We’re going in here, Bones,” Jesse whispered as Ryan followed behind, looking every which way for company. “But we’re going to need you to make sure the coast is clear first.”
They reached the front door of the house and found it locked, but then Ryan ran around to the side and found that not only was the garage door open, the door leading into the house from the garage was unlocked. Jesse took Bones to the door, pushed past Ryan, and opened it before half-leading, half-shoving Bones inside. Then Jesse, quickly as he could manage, stepped back out into the garage and slammed the door behind him.
“What are you doing?” Ryan asked, wide-eyed with surprise.
“If he’s in there and somebody else is in there, he’s going to find them in like two seconds,” Jesse explained. “So if he goes crazy and starts barking, we need another house. If he doesn’t, then we’re okay.”
“But if he starts barking, that means he’s in trouble and we should have a plan to get him out of there,” Ryan countered.
“Of the three of us, I think Bones has proven he can best take care of himself,” Jesse said.
Ryan seemed to accept this and they fell silent for a couple of minutes, their eyes glancing around the well-stocked garage. Jesse finally had the good idea to at least close the garage door and did so. Though they didn’t comment on it, they both noticed that a family’s worth of bicycles were leaning up against the side of the garage between a faded red Civic and the wall. Absent appeared to be a second car, as there was an empty car-sized space alongside the Civic, complete with oil stains on the concrete.
As they waited, Jesse looked around the garage for a weapon, as they only had Ryan’s rifle between them. He spotted a rubber mallet but deemed it too soft; a sledgehammer, too unwieldy; and even an edge trimmer, which he thought would be a fun way to dispatch a flesh-eater, though he also knew it would require an extension cord. That’s when he picked up a simple claw hammer off a cobweb-covered workbench and put it through one of his belt loops, though Ryan immediately gave him a chastising look.
Jesse shrugged. “Hey, you were the one who suggested raiding some guy’s bathroom for Band-Aids.”
The pair finally figured it had been enough time and turned back to the door leading into the house, falling silent as they tried to hear Bones on the other side.
“I wonder if he’s gone upstairs yet,” Ryan whispered.
“You hear anything?” Jesse
“If they think there’s food on the road, then they’re going to stay out there,” suggested Ryan. “And once that’s gone, they’ll probably head for the city.”
Jesse nodded, though it was hard to tell if he believed Ryan or not. The trio took a right at the intersection of Bayless and Rohmer, finding another long street of houses that exhibited a strange, post neutron bomb kind of feeling. It was as if the entire populace had gathered elsewhere for some sort of city-wide event, which, in effect, they had.
Ryan looked over at Jesse and noticed that his wounds were starting to bleed again.
“There’s got to at least be a Band-Aid in one of their bathrooms,” Ryan said, pointing at the houses. “We should just pick one and go in.”
Jesse was about to roll his eyes at this suggestion but then realized that if there was a Band-Aid, there might be other medical supplies.
“All right,” he nodded.
Jesse looked down the row of houses, his eyes hunting for one that seemed to suggest it belonged to a family that probably made regular trips to the drug store for such supplies, and settled on the only two-story home on the block. He limped over to Bones, took him by the collar, and slowly led him to the house.
“We’re going in here, Bones,” Jesse whispered as Ryan followed behind, looking every which way for company. “But we’re going to need you to make sure the coast is clear first.”
They reached the front door of the house and found it locked, but then Ryan ran around to the side and found that not only was the garage door open, the door leading into the house from the garage was unlocked. Jesse took Bones to the door, pushed past Ryan, and opened it before half-leading, half-shoving Bones inside. Then Jesse, quickly as he could manage, stepped back out into the garage and slammed the door behind him.
“What are you doing?” Ryan asked, wide-eyed with surprise.
“If he’s in there and somebody else is in there, he’s going to find them in like two seconds,” Jesse explained. “So if he goes crazy and starts barking, we need another house. If he doesn’t, then we’re okay.”
“But if he starts barking, that means he’s in trouble and we should have a plan to get him out of there,” Ryan countered.
“Of the three of us, I think Bones has proven he can best take care of himself,” Jesse said.
Ryan seemed to accept this and they fell silent for a couple of minutes, their eyes glancing around the well-stocked garage. Jesse finally had the good idea to at least close the garage door and did so. Though they didn’t comment on it, they both noticed that a family’s worth of bicycles were leaning up against the side of the garage between a faded red Civic and the wall. Absent appeared to be a second car, as there was an empty car-sized space alongside the Civic, complete with oil stains on the concrete.
As they waited, Jesse looked around the garage for a weapon, as they only had Ryan’s rifle between them. He spotted a rubber mallet but deemed it too soft; a sledgehammer, too unwieldy; and even an edge trimmer, which he thought would be a fun way to dispatch a flesh-eater, though he also knew it would require an extension cord. That’s when he picked up a simple claw hammer off a cobweb-covered workbench and put it through one of his belt loops, though Ryan immediately gave him a chastising look.
Jesse shrugged. “Hey, you were the one who suggested raiding some guy’s bathroom for Band-Aids.”
The pair finally figured it had been enough time and turned back to the door leading into the house, falling silent as they tried to hear Bones on the other side.
“I wonder if he’s gone upstairs yet,” Ryan whispered.
“You hear anything?” Jesse
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