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muttered, but ignored her. Kari just rolled her eyes.
“You seem like a nice kid, but you really have no idea. Airmen just don’t go around killing things. I was an analyst. You know what that means?”
Emily shook her head.
“It means I sat around in a building all day staring at my computer. It means I can’t tell you anything else about what I did, except that I definitely did not engage in battle and aside from P.T. tests,” Emily looked at her questioningly and she said, “physical training, I spent most of the day on my ass.”
“But,” Emily suddenly bit her tongue. She had been about to say that in movies, the airmen are always fast and huge and fierce, but that would just make her look even dumber. She opted for silence instead.
Emily just nodded and kept walking. The silence was deafening.
After awhile they came across a house just off the road.
“We should go down one of these side roads,” Emily suggested helpfully. “Don’t you think they’ll be less likely to have been scavenged?”
“We aren’t rats,” Robert muttered.
“Sorry,” Emily looked embarrassed. “Is there a different word I should use?”
“You’re fine,” Robert said. “I’m just particular.”
Neil looked at her warily. “We don’t want to get far from the main road,” he explained. “But you’re right. The ones here on the edges have probably been gone through or maybe they haven’t, and we’ll be walking into houses of the dead, but it’s worth a shot.”
They turned and passed the first house. No lights were on, but that didn’t mean much. It just meant there was nothing living inside.
“I don’t want to have to clean out a house in the fucking dark,” Butter protested. “We still have a little bit of light left. Why don’t we search this one and just stay here for the night?”
“He’s right,” Kari said. “Who knows how far it’s going to be until we see another one? And this close to civilization, there are going to be lots of wanderers around.”
“Wanderers?” Emily asked. “Isn’t that just another nickname for zombies?”
“Stop with the naming!” Robert protested. He threw up his hands and marched toward the house without waiting for Neil to give him permission. Robert rooted around on the front porch for a bit until he found a little stone statue. It looked like a garden gnome, only it was made out of rock instead of ceramic.
He rang the doorbell, then waited. After a minute, he reached for the knob and turned, then pushed the door open. He rang the doorbell again. Sure enough, after a few more seconds, an Infected came wandering out, bringing new depth to Kari’s nickname.
Robert hit it over the head with the statue. The infected stood still in shock for a second and he hit it a second time, definitely getting the brain. The creature fell to the ground with a loud thud .
A second came out, followed by a third, and Robert killed each of them quickly and efficiently.
“Not an analyst,” Kari whispered to Emily as they climbed over the bodies and into the house.
Chapter 9
The first floor of the house was ordinary enough, but it smelled like piss and blood. Emily gagged at the scent, but her stomach was empty, so she didn’t puke. Just as she was feeling relief that she managed to keep herself from vomiting, Kari rushed outside. The men said nothing as they silently listened to her heaving outside.
The family Robert killed had likely gotten infected around the same time most of the world did. Emily thought the infection had started around the same time as the release of the AIDS vaccine, Artovax, but Kari said that was too conspiracy-like for her taste. She said it was aliens experimenting on the world.
Emily didn’t think that was much better.
No matter what, the fact was that there were two types of Infected. She had seen more than enough on her journey to save Melanie to tell the difference.
The originals, the ones who turned from the source of
“You seem like a nice kid, but you really have no idea. Airmen just don’t go around killing things. I was an analyst. You know what that means?”
Emily shook her head.
“It means I sat around in a building all day staring at my computer. It means I can’t tell you anything else about what I did, except that I definitely did not engage in battle and aside from P.T. tests,” Emily looked at her questioningly and she said, “physical training, I spent most of the day on my ass.”
“But,” Emily suddenly bit her tongue. She had been about to say that in movies, the airmen are always fast and huge and fierce, but that would just make her look even dumber. She opted for silence instead.
Emily just nodded and kept walking. The silence was deafening.
After awhile they came across a house just off the road.
“We should go down one of these side roads,” Emily suggested helpfully. “Don’t you think they’ll be less likely to have been scavenged?”
“We aren’t rats,” Robert muttered.
“Sorry,” Emily looked embarrassed. “Is there a different word I should use?”
“You’re fine,” Robert said. “I’m just particular.”
Neil looked at her warily. “We don’t want to get far from the main road,” he explained. “But you’re right. The ones here on the edges have probably been gone through or maybe they haven’t, and we’ll be walking into houses of the dead, but it’s worth a shot.”
They turned and passed the first house. No lights were on, but that didn’t mean much. It just meant there was nothing living inside.
“I don’t want to have to clean out a house in the fucking dark,” Butter protested. “We still have a little bit of light left. Why don’t we search this one and just stay here for the night?”
“He’s right,” Kari said. “Who knows how far it’s going to be until we see another one? And this close to civilization, there are going to be lots of wanderers around.”
“Wanderers?” Emily asked. “Isn’t that just another nickname for zombies?”
“Stop with the naming!” Robert protested. He threw up his hands and marched toward the house without waiting for Neil to give him permission. Robert rooted around on the front porch for a bit until he found a little stone statue. It looked like a garden gnome, only it was made out of rock instead of ceramic.
He rang the doorbell, then waited. After a minute, he reached for the knob and turned, then pushed the door open. He rang the doorbell again. Sure enough, after a few more seconds, an Infected came wandering out, bringing new depth to Kari’s nickname.
Robert hit it over the head with the statue. The infected stood still in shock for a second and he hit it a second time, definitely getting the brain. The creature fell to the ground with a loud thud .
A second came out, followed by a third, and Robert killed each of them quickly and efficiently.
“Not an analyst,” Kari whispered to Emily as they climbed over the bodies and into the house.
Chapter 9
The first floor of the house was ordinary enough, but it smelled like piss and blood. Emily gagged at the scent, but her stomach was empty, so she didn’t puke. Just as she was feeling relief that she managed to keep herself from vomiting, Kari rushed outside. The men said nothing as they silently listened to her heaving outside.
The family Robert killed had likely gotten infected around the same time most of the world did. Emily thought the infection had started around the same time as the release of the AIDS vaccine, Artovax, but Kari said that was too conspiracy-like for her taste. She said it was aliens experimenting on the world.
Emily didn’t think that was much better.
No matter what, the fact was that there were two types of Infected. She had seen more than enough on her journey to save Melanie to tell the difference.
The originals, the ones who turned from the source of
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