But soon enough.”
Hope starts to groan and wriggle around as her eyes slowly flutter awake. “What happened?” her voice is barely audible as she tries to sit up.
“You got knocked out,” Fanny says kneeling beside her.
“What happened with the Zombie?”
“It’s dead,” Fanny brushes her fingers though her hair checking for any additional bumps.
“Are we going home now?”
“No. I don’t like it, but we have a job to do,” Fanny says getting back to her feet, “so I need you to wake up, because we move out in ten.”
“I have such a headache,” Hope complains.
“I know,” Fanny says almost unsympathetically. “But you chose to come here so I’m going to need you to deal with it.” She walks towards a window and looks out at the night sky, keeping her face hidden from the others as she takes in a hard swallow. “ I never wanted to lead,” she thinks to herself, “I never even wanted to come back to this God forsaken land. But now I have to be the one to draw strength and courage. If they are going to look to me then I must do my best for them.”
“Don’t you think you were kind of hard on her?” Karen says pulling Fanny out of her thoughts.
“This isn’t the place to take it easy,” Fanny says trying not to look her way. “Now please, make sure we have all our equipment. Once we step off this boat, there is no turning back.”
“Yes ma’am,” Karen replies before leaving her side.
Tension builds as the time dwindles down. Each person grabs everything they can before getting ready to leave. Fanny waves to the others to follow her as she reopens the cabin door. The breeze once again cools off their warm faces as they follow Fanny’s footsteps.
“Close the door to the cabin,” Fanny orders, “Find a way to lock it. I don’t want to find any surprises when we get back.”
John shuts the door as tight as possible before taking a length of rope off the deck wrapping it around the handle and tying it tightly to the railing.
“There, now if anything gets through it, we’ll know,” He winks.
“Good, now everyone keep your lights off and stay quiet, we don’t know how many of those things are out there,” Fanny says leading them off the boat one by one.
John takes the lead, his gun drawn and ready to fire, Karen close to him, her gun is drawn as well, but her hands are shaking noticeably under the silver glow of the moon. Sarah and Hope each step off watching each other’s backs. Hope has her father’s sword drawn and is ready to attack, while Sarah grips a shotgun tightly in both hands. Fanny is the last to get off the boat. She has no weapon drawn but checks to make sure that the boat is securely fastened to the dock. She turns her head quickly checking her surroundings after thinking she heard a noise.
“Did anyone else hear that?” She asks.
“I didn’t hear anything,” John responds.
“Let’s not take any chances. We move out swiftly, and we stick together,” Fanny says pulling out a machete. “Remember, the best way to stop them is to remove the head.”
“Then what good are these guns?” Karen asks.
“They buy us time, especially when we are overpowered. Also they’re good to have when you know there is no escape. That way you don’t have to suffer,” Fanny responds passing by the stunned group.
Hope rushes to keep up with her
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