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Authors: Sean Platt, Johnny B. Truant
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guns down and take five. You look like a goon squad.”
Vincent shrugged then sat. Under his impressive body and demeanor, the small wooden chair looked miniature. Christopher didn’t seem willing to go far enough to grab a chair and half sat on a cabinet against the wall. Dan remained standing because Dan — though Cameron loved him like a father — was a son of a bitch. Terrence had already crossed his arms and leaned back, doing his best James Dean.
Piper waited for Cameron to sit in the living room’s least comfortable chair before nodding an okay to the others. The kids flanked her, staring hard at Cameron. Heather sat on the couch’s arm. The Indian kid seemed put-out as he came to the couch and found himself excluded. Pouting, he sat on the love seat alone.
“I know your names because we came here to find you. Morgan … ” Cameron stopped, looking down at the floor’s bleeding meat, wondering if they could all ignore it for now or if someone should drag it away — or at least put down a few paper towels. “Morgan was here to take the bunker, and he’d already established himself when we showed up, so it was either fight him outright or pretend to ally with him and double-cross him later. We took the coward’s way out, but the one least likely to get anyone killed — other than Morgan anyway. But he wasn’t here because of Meyer or because of you. He wanted what was in the bunker, and you were in the way.”
“How did you even know it was here?” Piper asked.
“Me? I assumed there had to be something below ground. Well … ” Cameron shifted. That wasn’t actually true. “I was told ,” he corrected, “because someone else assumed. We found the house empty, and it didn’t make sense that Meyer would have come alone then lived in an open house without even boarding windows. But you didn’t fool Morgan for a second. He knew right away that there was more to this house than others were seeing. This house had no basement, no crawlspace … but it did have all sorts of strange, survivalist preparations in place. Windmills on the hill. A solar farm. He had everyone out there scared of him.”
“Not everyone,” Christopher said.
Cameron scratched his cheek, nodding in agreement.
“Christopher was with Morgan when we arrived, but he came to Vincent. Said he didn’t trust Morgan. They joined up on the road, but then Morgan started to get crazier. Threatening.”
“You were looking for us,” Piper said.
Cameron nodded.
“And that’s supposed to make us trust you. To not think you might be worth being afraid of.”
“We don’t want to hurt you.”
“But you know all about us. You know who this house belonged to. You knew enough about Meyer that you ‘assumed’ there’d be a bunker here. You didn’t come to take what we had, but still the best way to get in was to team up with … with him .” Piper looked at Morgan’s body, clearly disgusted.
“I understand that this has been rough.” Whether Cameron meant today’s events or the totality of their stay in the bunker, he wasn’t sure.
“All I know,” Piper said, “is that you broke through my front door. That you blew up our generator and started a fire. And that I’m supposed to trust you just because you shot a man in the middle of my living room.”
Cameron looked helplessly up at Dan.
“Tell her about The Nine,” Dan suggested.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Trevor watched the man who’d killed the group’s leader: Christopher . Even wedged between his mother and Piper (and holy shit was that uncomfortable; her boob was pressed into his arm to the nipple, and even after a siege he’d managed to pop a boner), Trevor was weighing his chances. If needed, could he squeeze himself out of his tit-pressed position, leap for someone’s gun, and gain an advantage?
Probably not. But he didn’t trust these men any more than Piper seemed to. It was awesome how obviously she wasn’t buying into
Vincent shrugged then sat. Under his impressive body and demeanor, the small wooden chair looked miniature. Christopher didn’t seem willing to go far enough to grab a chair and half sat on a cabinet against the wall. Dan remained standing because Dan — though Cameron loved him like a father — was a son of a bitch. Terrence had already crossed his arms and leaned back, doing his best James Dean.
Piper waited for Cameron to sit in the living room’s least comfortable chair before nodding an okay to the others. The kids flanked her, staring hard at Cameron. Heather sat on the couch’s arm. The Indian kid seemed put-out as he came to the couch and found himself excluded. Pouting, he sat on the love seat alone.
“I know your names because we came here to find you. Morgan … ” Cameron stopped, looking down at the floor’s bleeding meat, wondering if they could all ignore it for now or if someone should drag it away — or at least put down a few paper towels. “Morgan was here to take the bunker, and he’d already established himself when we showed up, so it was either fight him outright or pretend to ally with him and double-cross him later. We took the coward’s way out, but the one least likely to get anyone killed — other than Morgan anyway. But he wasn’t here because of Meyer or because of you. He wanted what was in the bunker, and you were in the way.”
“How did you even know it was here?” Piper asked.
“Me? I assumed there had to be something below ground. Well … ” Cameron shifted. That wasn’t actually true. “I was told ,” he corrected, “because someone else assumed. We found the house empty, and it didn’t make sense that Meyer would have come alone then lived in an open house without even boarding windows. But you didn’t fool Morgan for a second. He knew right away that there was more to this house than others were seeing. This house had no basement, no crawlspace … but it did have all sorts of strange, survivalist preparations in place. Windmills on the hill. A solar farm. He had everyone out there scared of him.”
“Not everyone,” Christopher said.
Cameron scratched his cheek, nodding in agreement.
“Christopher was with Morgan when we arrived, but he came to Vincent. Said he didn’t trust Morgan. They joined up on the road, but then Morgan started to get crazier. Threatening.”
“You were looking for us,” Piper said.
Cameron nodded.
“And that’s supposed to make us trust you. To not think you might be worth being afraid of.”
“We don’t want to hurt you.”
“But you know all about us. You know who this house belonged to. You knew enough about Meyer that you ‘assumed’ there’d be a bunker here. You didn’t come to take what we had, but still the best way to get in was to team up with … with him .” Piper looked at Morgan’s body, clearly disgusted.
“I understand that this has been rough.” Whether Cameron meant today’s events or the totality of their stay in the bunker, he wasn’t sure.
“All I know,” Piper said, “is that you broke through my front door. That you blew up our generator and started a fire. And that I’m supposed to trust you just because you shot a man in the middle of my living room.”
Cameron looked helplessly up at Dan.
“Tell her about The Nine,” Dan suggested.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Trevor watched the man who’d killed the group’s leader: Christopher . Even wedged between his mother and Piper (and holy shit was that uncomfortable; her boob was pressed into his arm to the nipple, and even after a siege he’d managed to pop a boner), Trevor was weighing his chances. If needed, could he squeeze himself out of his tit-pressed position, leap for someone’s gun, and gain an advantage?
Probably not. But he didn’t trust these men any more than Piper seemed to. It was awesome how obviously she wasn’t buying into
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