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by the bench. If she gets up, and starts to act like the bad people, I want you to climb up into the rafters and wait for me." I pointed to the beams above our heads.
"She's going to be a zombie?"
"No. I don't know. I don't think so. Please, just do as I say? I have to get to that pharmacy before it's too late."
"I don't want to lose you too."
"You have to trust me, Kim." I took her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Your father and I love you and your sister more than you can possibly imagine. Everything we've done has been to protect you. I have to go get this medicine for your sister or she's going to die. Do you understand? I need you to stay here and protect her. To protect both of you."
"Are we all going to get sick?"
"I don't think so, but if we have the medicine we might be able to stop it."
"We all ate the same food," she said.
"I know, but no one else is sick yet. Just Annie. Maybe her immune system is weaker."
"Or it was the apricots."
I'd forgotten about the chocolate apricots. No one other than Annie had eaten them and everything else had been cooked, which should have killed any bacteria in it. "You're right, Kim. That's probably what it was."
"Mommy," said Kim as she grabbed my hand. "I love you. Be careful."
"I love you too, sweetie. Now bolt the door behind me and don't let anyone but Billy or me in. Okay?"
I stood outside of the garage and stared up the street that led through the industrial area. It was an uphill climb and I saw no sight of the neighborhood Billy said was there. It would be a long, painful trek up the hill and I wondered how long it would take for the painkiller to kick in.
Every step made me wince and the crutches dug into my armpits as I relied too heavily on them. My left foot was bandaged and almost useless, but I needed to stand on it if I was going to make it up the hill. I set it down as light as possible and felt the agonizing sensation of the bandages scrape against the fresh wounds. The side of the white gauze darkened with fresh blood, but I had to endure the pain.
I kept moving and a trail of blood followed me.
Helicopters hovered somewhere nearby, but I couldn't see them amongst the towering steel structures of the neighboring industrial plant. The sound of the rotors echoed through the desolate park as I moved ahead.
A deep, bass voice called out, as if through a speaker or megaphone, but the sound was too far away to discern. It seemed to be coming from the helicopters, but I couldn't be sure as the sound bounced around me.
A tall fence blocked the entrance to the Salvage Yard, but it had been broken down and pushed aside. I went into a guard shack that sat beside the gate and looked for anything that I could take with me as a weapon. I hadn't thought to grab anything back at the dock and suddenly felt very vulnerable as I stared out into the street ahead.
It was a tiny shed, with a desk and three small televisions that were part of the security system. I flicked the light switch on and off, but the power was out here as well. I fell into the swivel chair and cringed as I pulled my left foot up and crossed it over my right knee so I could inspect the shark bite.
The bandage was soaked with fresh blood from the wounds I had opened by walking. They hadn't been stitched and had only closed thanks to the pressure of the bandages. My jaunt up the hill burst them wide again. I could feel the painkiller start to take effect, and my body's recognition of pain changed to a mere awareness instead of debilitating agony.
Someone's voice cried out in a guttural blast from the Baylor Projects. I looked out the window at the abandoned ten story buildings that stretched down the street outside of the salvage yard. I could see between the buildings and into the parking lot that wound around them, but there was no movement. The doors of the projects were sealed shut and red 'X' marks were spray painted over them.
The voice moaned again, this time with animalistic
"She's going to be a zombie?"
"No. I don't know. I don't think so. Please, just do as I say? I have to get to that pharmacy before it's too late."
"I don't want to lose you too."
"You have to trust me, Kim." I took her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Your father and I love you and your sister more than you can possibly imagine. Everything we've done has been to protect you. I have to go get this medicine for your sister or she's going to die. Do you understand? I need you to stay here and protect her. To protect both of you."
"Are we all going to get sick?"
"I don't think so, but if we have the medicine we might be able to stop it."
"We all ate the same food," she said.
"I know, but no one else is sick yet. Just Annie. Maybe her immune system is weaker."
"Or it was the apricots."
I'd forgotten about the chocolate apricots. No one other than Annie had eaten them and everything else had been cooked, which should have killed any bacteria in it. "You're right, Kim. That's probably what it was."
"Mommy," said Kim as she grabbed my hand. "I love you. Be careful."
"I love you too, sweetie. Now bolt the door behind me and don't let anyone but Billy or me in. Okay?"
I stood outside of the garage and stared up the street that led through the industrial area. It was an uphill climb and I saw no sight of the neighborhood Billy said was there. It would be a long, painful trek up the hill and I wondered how long it would take for the painkiller to kick in.
Every step made me wince and the crutches dug into my armpits as I relied too heavily on them. My left foot was bandaged and almost useless, but I needed to stand on it if I was going to make it up the hill. I set it down as light as possible and felt the agonizing sensation of the bandages scrape against the fresh wounds. The side of the white gauze darkened with fresh blood, but I had to endure the pain.
I kept moving and a trail of blood followed me.
Helicopters hovered somewhere nearby, but I couldn't see them amongst the towering steel structures of the neighboring industrial plant. The sound of the rotors echoed through the desolate park as I moved ahead.
A deep, bass voice called out, as if through a speaker or megaphone, but the sound was too far away to discern. It seemed to be coming from the helicopters, but I couldn't be sure as the sound bounced around me.
A tall fence blocked the entrance to the Salvage Yard, but it had been broken down and pushed aside. I went into a guard shack that sat beside the gate and looked for anything that I could take with me as a weapon. I hadn't thought to grab anything back at the dock and suddenly felt very vulnerable as I stared out into the street ahead.
It was a tiny shed, with a desk and three small televisions that were part of the security system. I flicked the light switch on and off, but the power was out here as well. I fell into the swivel chair and cringed as I pulled my left foot up and crossed it over my right knee so I could inspect the shark bite.
The bandage was soaked with fresh blood from the wounds I had opened by walking. They hadn't been stitched and had only closed thanks to the pressure of the bandages. My jaunt up the hill burst them wide again. I could feel the painkiller start to take effect, and my body's recognition of pain changed to a mere awareness instead of debilitating agony.
Someone's voice cried out in a guttural blast from the Baylor Projects. I looked out the window at the abandoned ten story buildings that stretched down the street outside of the salvage yard. I could see between the buildings and into the parking lot that wound around them, but there was no movement. The doors of the projects were sealed shut and red 'X' marks were spray painted over them.
The voice moaned again, this time with animalistic
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