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“What do you think, Tabby? You okay in the fenced yard?”
“I’m not happy about it but I want to help.”
“You’re not a kid anymore are you? Have you heard from Justin?” She shook her head. I walked over and put my arm around her and kissed the top of her head. She smiled up at me. But, I could see that she was scared. “Okay, both of you. If something happens, your best defense is running. Zombies move slow and can’t seem to figure out door knobs. So, you high tail it into the garage and close the door. Got it?”
They nodded and we went back inside to get our stuff. One ladder was set up quietly on our side, the other one on the other side of the fence. Then the folding table was set up.
“I’m relying on the two of you to keep an eye out. You’re protected by the fence but there’s no fence on the other side of the Thompsons yard. I don’t want to get trapped in there.”
I kissed both of them and then climbed the ladder and stepped carefully to the other one. I don’t like ladders or heights. But, I made it without too much noise or trouble.
The inside of the Thompsons house smelled as bad as I remembered it. I quickly regretted not having something to put over my mouth and nose. The back door from the yard led into the kitchen, but I went into the living room and closed the front door. I didn’t want any surprises. Then I realized, there was no way for me to know I was alone unless I looked. Crap. I pulled my gun and moved room to room in the house checking to see if I was alone. I was. But, I had never done anything so nerve wracking. I’m not a police officer. I don’t have this kind of training. But, something told me this would not be the last time I had to clear a building. Just another day in a world gone mad.
Back in the kitchen, I filled the sacks with all the canned food I could. Then headed into the back yard.
“Where have you been? It’s been like five minutes. I thought you were dead. Dammit, Ryan,” said Sam.
“Hey, hey. I’m fine. I had to check the house to make sure there were no surprises. I hadn’t thought of that before. It took a few minutes. Here.” I set the bags over the fence onto the table. “Gimme a kiss.” Sam pursed her lips but came over to the fence and kissed me. “Remember, someone stays on lookout at all times. I’m getting stuff out of the kitchen so this trip won’t take long, okay?”
The next several trips didn’t take long as I found a bunch of usable stuff in the kitchen. More canned and dry food. A case of water. Flashlight in the drawer. Why didn’t I think to bring one? I’ll have to remember to have a flashlight at all times from now on. I grabbed some empty containers that would be good for water.
“That’s all in the kitchen. I’m going to go looking in the house some. It’ll take me longer, okay?”
“Yeah, sorry I yelled at you.”
“No worries. We’re all a little stressed. Tabby, you doing okay?”
“Uh, huh.” But you could tell she wasn’t happy about being outside.
I didn’t know what else useful I’d find in the rest of the house. But, there was one thing I was looking for. Kenny Thompson and I had gone shooting together once. I knew he had a handgun. A .38 caliber revolver. If he was like most people it would be in his bedroom somewhere. Just hopefully not in a safe.
When I entered the bedroom, I recoiled back into the hall. It didn’t take much to figure out what had happened. Janice Thompson, sick with some flu like thing. Kenny Thompson, sitting on the bed trying to help her feel better. Janice, dead. Kenny, sobbing into her chest. Janice, reanimating. Kenny, shocked as his wife of fifty years begins to tear into his neck
“What do you think, Tabby? You okay in the fenced yard?”
“I’m not happy about it but I want to help.”
“You’re not a kid anymore are you? Have you heard from Justin?” She shook her head. I walked over and put my arm around her and kissed the top of her head. She smiled up at me. But, I could see that she was scared. “Okay, both of you. If something happens, your best defense is running. Zombies move slow and can’t seem to figure out door knobs. So, you high tail it into the garage and close the door. Got it?”
They nodded and we went back inside to get our stuff. One ladder was set up quietly on our side, the other one on the other side of the fence. Then the folding table was set up.
“I’m relying on the two of you to keep an eye out. You’re protected by the fence but there’s no fence on the other side of the Thompsons yard. I don’t want to get trapped in there.”
I kissed both of them and then climbed the ladder and stepped carefully to the other one. I don’t like ladders or heights. But, I made it without too much noise or trouble.
The inside of the Thompsons house smelled as bad as I remembered it. I quickly regretted not having something to put over my mouth and nose. The back door from the yard led into the kitchen, but I went into the living room and closed the front door. I didn’t want any surprises. Then I realized, there was no way for me to know I was alone unless I looked. Crap. I pulled my gun and moved room to room in the house checking to see if I was alone. I was. But, I had never done anything so nerve wracking. I’m not a police officer. I don’t have this kind of training. But, something told me this would not be the last time I had to clear a building. Just another day in a world gone mad.
Back in the kitchen, I filled the sacks with all the canned food I could. Then headed into the back yard.
“Where have you been? It’s been like five minutes. I thought you were dead. Dammit, Ryan,” said Sam.
“Hey, hey. I’m fine. I had to check the house to make sure there were no surprises. I hadn’t thought of that before. It took a few minutes. Here.” I set the bags over the fence onto the table. “Gimme a kiss.” Sam pursed her lips but came over to the fence and kissed me. “Remember, someone stays on lookout at all times. I’m getting stuff out of the kitchen so this trip won’t take long, okay?”
The next several trips didn’t take long as I found a bunch of usable stuff in the kitchen. More canned and dry food. A case of water. Flashlight in the drawer. Why didn’t I think to bring one? I’ll have to remember to have a flashlight at all times from now on. I grabbed some empty containers that would be good for water.
“That’s all in the kitchen. I’m going to go looking in the house some. It’ll take me longer, okay?”
“Yeah, sorry I yelled at you.”
“No worries. We’re all a little stressed. Tabby, you doing okay?”
“Uh, huh.” But you could tell she wasn’t happy about being outside.
I didn’t know what else useful I’d find in the rest of the house. But, there was one thing I was looking for. Kenny Thompson and I had gone shooting together once. I knew he had a handgun. A .38 caliber revolver. If he was like most people it would be in his bedroom somewhere. Just hopefully not in a safe.
When I entered the bedroom, I recoiled back into the hall. It didn’t take much to figure out what had happened. Janice Thompson, sick with some flu like thing. Kenny Thompson, sitting on the bed trying to help her feel better. Janice, dead. Kenny, sobbing into her chest. Janice, reanimating. Kenny, shocked as his wife of fifty years begins to tear into his neck
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