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don’t have to come with us then,” Jennifer told her. “No one is going to drag you along with us. If you like, you can stay here.”
“I can’t believe you would want to leave me here all by myself,” Katie said.
“I don’t want to,” Jennifer said. “But my sister could be at the library or the relocation center.
Ms. Suzy leaned over towards Katie , “None of us want to leave you here.”
“But you’re about to run off without me!” Katie said a little too loudly.
I sat and thought about the situation as the women around me continued their conversation, which started to become a bit more heated. As thei r voices became louder, I started to get a little worried that the freaks might hear us.
“We need a plan,” I stated, interrupting Ms. Suzy mid-sentence.
“Once we come up with a plan, then we can talk about whether or not we should leave anyone behind,” I said. “Without a solid plan we’re as good as dead.”
“Okay, let’s talk,” Ms. Suzy said.
For the next couple of hours we talked about how we could get to the library safely. If we could get there, and our relatives were not there, we would attempt to make it back to the store where we would prepare for a trip to try and find the relocation center.
Every issue in regards to our ride to the library was discussed. We considered the best route to take, the areas of town that might have fewer freaks roaming aro und, how we would protect ourselves, and of course the vehicle we would use.
After a few hours of listening to our discussions, Katie had agreed to come with us.
“Maybe this plan will actually work,” she said.
“It will,” I replied.
My friends were exhausted from their day of freak killing and cooking, and they needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow we would all be would be extremely busy. As they prepared to sleep in the tent I left them and sat down near the edge of the roof, looking down at the parking lot. Several more freaks had wandered into the parking lot, but none of them seemed to be trying to break inside of the store. They didn’t even seem to know we were there.
Interestingly, I noticed that without any doubt, the movements of the freaks had slow ed down -- at least a little. Even when attracted to a sound, such as the falling of a pine cone, they were slower responding.
I wondered if their decay could be speeding up.
It was almost five o’clock in the morning when I heard soft footsteps behind me.
I then heard Jennifer’s voice.
“I have an idea,” she said.
Chapter 7
Jennifer and I opened the hatch to the dark stairwell, climbed down, and proceeded towards the stockroom. From a table we grabbed an LED lantern, and then headed to aisle three on the sales floor.
Jennifer directed me to a wall of children’s toys. I stood there unsure about what she was trying to show me.
“Look down,” she said. “Do you see them?”
I saw a half a dozen remote control cars. We hadn’t sold a single unit of the high priced, flimsy vehicles in the last month.
“We can use these,” she said. “All we have to do is put a small radio or CD player on top of it, and we can use them to distract the freaks.”
“Good idea,” I responded.
In the now fading light of the lante rn, she smiled.
I suddenly had a flood of memories of when I had tried to date her. She was simply not interested in me. However, my interest in her had never faded, at least not completely.
But now was not the time for such thoughts. I had to focus on the tasks at hand.
We were headed back up to the roof when we heard a sound in the distance like a vehicle that had run into something. Quickly, we rushed to the roof. Ms. Suzy and Katie were already out of their tent when we arrived.
Peering over the edge of the roof, we could see a large white utility van had hit another vehicle parked across the street. The impact had pushed away a small convertible sports car that had been blocking the pump at the gas station. A woman had exited the
“I can’t believe you would want to leave me here all by myself,” Katie said.
“I don’t want to,” Jennifer said. “But my sister could be at the library or the relocation center.
Ms. Suzy leaned over towards Katie , “None of us want to leave you here.”
“But you’re about to run off without me!” Katie said a little too loudly.
I sat and thought about the situation as the women around me continued their conversation, which started to become a bit more heated. As thei r voices became louder, I started to get a little worried that the freaks might hear us.
“We need a plan,” I stated, interrupting Ms. Suzy mid-sentence.
“Once we come up with a plan, then we can talk about whether or not we should leave anyone behind,” I said. “Without a solid plan we’re as good as dead.”
“Okay, let’s talk,” Ms. Suzy said.
For the next couple of hours we talked about how we could get to the library safely. If we could get there, and our relatives were not there, we would attempt to make it back to the store where we would prepare for a trip to try and find the relocation center.
Every issue in regards to our ride to the library was discussed. We considered the best route to take, the areas of town that might have fewer freaks roaming aro und, how we would protect ourselves, and of course the vehicle we would use.
After a few hours of listening to our discussions, Katie had agreed to come with us.
“Maybe this plan will actually work,” she said.
“It will,” I replied.
My friends were exhausted from their day of freak killing and cooking, and they needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow we would all be would be extremely busy. As they prepared to sleep in the tent I left them and sat down near the edge of the roof, looking down at the parking lot. Several more freaks had wandered into the parking lot, but none of them seemed to be trying to break inside of the store. They didn’t even seem to know we were there.
Interestingly, I noticed that without any doubt, the movements of the freaks had slow ed down -- at least a little. Even when attracted to a sound, such as the falling of a pine cone, they were slower responding.
I wondered if their decay could be speeding up.
It was almost five o’clock in the morning when I heard soft footsteps behind me.
I then heard Jennifer’s voice.
“I have an idea,” she said.
Chapter 7
Jennifer and I opened the hatch to the dark stairwell, climbed down, and proceeded towards the stockroom. From a table we grabbed an LED lantern, and then headed to aisle three on the sales floor.
Jennifer directed me to a wall of children’s toys. I stood there unsure about what she was trying to show me.
“Look down,” she said. “Do you see them?”
I saw a half a dozen remote control cars. We hadn’t sold a single unit of the high priced, flimsy vehicles in the last month.
“We can use these,” she said. “All we have to do is put a small radio or CD player on top of it, and we can use them to distract the freaks.”
“Good idea,” I responded.
In the now fading light of the lante rn, she smiled.
I suddenly had a flood of memories of when I had tried to date her. She was simply not interested in me. However, my interest in her had never faded, at least not completely.
But now was not the time for such thoughts. I had to focus on the tasks at hand.
We were headed back up to the roof when we heard a sound in the distance like a vehicle that had run into something. Quickly, we rushed to the roof. Ms. Suzy and Katie were already out of their tent when we arrived.
Peering over the edge of the roof, we could see a large white utility van had hit another vehicle parked across the street. The impact had pushed away a small convertible sports car that had been blocking the pump at the gas station. A woman had exited the
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