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whisper.
She turned her head to look up at him and to her surprise she saw tears pricking his eyes.
‘What’s the matter?’ she said, cupping his face in her hands, concerned.
‘ I’m scared,’ he said, ‘I love you so much, I don’t think I’d be able to cope if something happened to you’
‘ Oh you moron,’ she replied, smiling, as she kissed away the tears ‘I’m not going anywhere, promise’
As she looked deep into his eyes , they both knew it was a promise she had no right making, not in this world of Dead. With one last soft kiss, full of both love and an unspoken sadness, Imran sighed.
‘ Come on lets go get something to eat.’ He said as they untangled their limbs and dressed.
As they were about to leave the room Liz stopped him. Putting her hand on his chest she could feel the slow steady rhythm beating within .
‘ Promise.’ she said, seriously looking up at him.
This small beautiful woman in front of him. This woman who had made life in this crap world bearable for him. This woman he knew he would kill and die for. This was the woman he loved with all that he was.
‘ Promise.’ He replied, covering her hand with his.
After a brief pause he took her hand in his.
‘ Come on.’ He said as he led her back down the hall to join the others.
****
As they entered the refectory, the other members of the convent were seated at the long wooden table, except Cam and Michael who were still on watch duty. Liz and Imran went to two of the empty wooden chairs and sat down together. Nicky passed Liz the plate of the dense grainy bread. It wasn’t very nice but once it was soaked in the soup it added needed bulk to their meals. Duncan had used his engineering knowledge to rig up a milling device down by the stream but there were still a few quirks that needed ironing out before they would get a fine flour from their grain. Nadine had also read about cultivating natural yeast spores that were permanently in the air. If she could get it to bloom in the culture, then at least they could have some bread that was a bit doughier.
Next to Nicky sat Justin, already spooning mouthfuls from the bowl that Sister Margaret had placed in front of him. In between mouthfuls of the thick soup, Justin was having an animated talk with Richard, Nicky’s’ husband, who was sitting on his other side. Rich was being sprayed with bits of soup, as the young boy got over excited about some detail of the tale he was telling. While Justin was otherwise engaged Nicky lent forward towards Liz.
‘ I hear that the new arrival had a run in with some raiders,’ she whispered, not wanting Justin to hear ‘should we be worried?’
‘ Charlie, myself and Imran are going to see some the outposts tomorrow, we’ll see if they’ve seen anything,’ Liz replied, ‘but to be on the safe side just keep an eye on where Justin is over the next few days… just in case.’
There was no point in worrying pe ople until they knew what, if anything, they were dealing with. Nodding, Nicky’s’ arm subconsciously went around Justin’s’ shoulder, protectively. She glanced across the table to Barry, Rich’s brother, remembering another child. A child she failed in her duty as a mother to protect.
When the first cases of the dead attacking the living were being reported on the news, Nicky had been waiting at the arrivals gate for Rich. Rich had been in Saudi on a building contract for the last three months and she was imp atient for him to walk through customs. When he finally came with his suitcases in tow two hours later, she had run into his arms in true Hollywood romance style. They had decided to have a bite to eat before leaving the airport and as they sat eating their sandwiches Nicky glanced over at a woman staring horrified at the monitor behind her. Turning round, her jaw dropped. Scenes of blood and carnage in London were being shown on the BBC. Frightened looking news reporters, telling of riots throughout London,
She turned her head to look up at him and to her surprise she saw tears pricking his eyes.
‘What’s the matter?’ she said, cupping his face in her hands, concerned.
‘ I’m scared,’ he said, ‘I love you so much, I don’t think I’d be able to cope if something happened to you’
‘ Oh you moron,’ she replied, smiling, as she kissed away the tears ‘I’m not going anywhere, promise’
As she looked deep into his eyes , they both knew it was a promise she had no right making, not in this world of Dead. With one last soft kiss, full of both love and an unspoken sadness, Imran sighed.
‘ Come on lets go get something to eat.’ He said as they untangled their limbs and dressed.
As they were about to leave the room Liz stopped him. Putting her hand on his chest she could feel the slow steady rhythm beating within .
‘ Promise.’ she said, seriously looking up at him.
This small beautiful woman in front of him. This woman who had made life in this crap world bearable for him. This woman he knew he would kill and die for. This was the woman he loved with all that he was.
‘ Promise.’ He replied, covering her hand with his.
After a brief pause he took her hand in his.
‘ Come on.’ He said as he led her back down the hall to join the others.
****
As they entered the refectory, the other members of the convent were seated at the long wooden table, except Cam and Michael who were still on watch duty. Liz and Imran went to two of the empty wooden chairs and sat down together. Nicky passed Liz the plate of the dense grainy bread. It wasn’t very nice but once it was soaked in the soup it added needed bulk to their meals. Duncan had used his engineering knowledge to rig up a milling device down by the stream but there were still a few quirks that needed ironing out before they would get a fine flour from their grain. Nadine had also read about cultivating natural yeast spores that were permanently in the air. If she could get it to bloom in the culture, then at least they could have some bread that was a bit doughier.
Next to Nicky sat Justin, already spooning mouthfuls from the bowl that Sister Margaret had placed in front of him. In between mouthfuls of the thick soup, Justin was having an animated talk with Richard, Nicky’s’ husband, who was sitting on his other side. Rich was being sprayed with bits of soup, as the young boy got over excited about some detail of the tale he was telling. While Justin was otherwise engaged Nicky lent forward towards Liz.
‘ I hear that the new arrival had a run in with some raiders,’ she whispered, not wanting Justin to hear ‘should we be worried?’
‘ Charlie, myself and Imran are going to see some the outposts tomorrow, we’ll see if they’ve seen anything,’ Liz replied, ‘but to be on the safe side just keep an eye on where Justin is over the next few days… just in case.’
There was no point in worrying pe ople until they knew what, if anything, they were dealing with. Nodding, Nicky’s’ arm subconsciously went around Justin’s’ shoulder, protectively. She glanced across the table to Barry, Rich’s brother, remembering another child. A child she failed in her duty as a mother to protect.
When the first cases of the dead attacking the living were being reported on the news, Nicky had been waiting at the arrivals gate for Rich. Rich had been in Saudi on a building contract for the last three months and she was imp atient for him to walk through customs. When he finally came with his suitcases in tow two hours later, she had run into his arms in true Hollywood romance style. They had decided to have a bite to eat before leaving the airport and as they sat eating their sandwiches Nicky glanced over at a woman staring horrified at the monitor behind her. Turning round, her jaw dropped. Scenes of blood and carnage in London were being shown on the BBC. Frightened looking news reporters, telling of riots throughout London,
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