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Authors: Stephen Drivick
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little chain-link bungalow for the rest of the day and the night that followed.
Claire didn’t take it very well. At first, she paced back and forth on the cracked concrete floor like a caged animal. She didn’t like being in captivity. She raged, first at our captors, then at me, then at the world in general, then back to me again. It took a few hours, but she finally grew tired and sat down beside me on the floor.
“I could pick the lock, you know. I learned how to do it,” Claire said. We had picked up a set of locksmith’s tools in our travels and we learned how to use them. With her small hands, Claire had gotten pretty good at opening all kinds of locks.
I opened my eyes and stared at her. I had been taking a little snooze. “Where would we go? That gate at the front looked pretty tall, and good at keeping people inside. Besides, the big redhead is liable to shoot you in the face.”
Claire looked at the ground. “Just hate being caged up. They might kill us anyway.”
Now, I was awake. “They’ll let us out. I don’t think they going to hurt us. They’re just scared.”
Claire sat beside me and put her head on my shoulder. “I hope you’re right. Wish they would feed us.”
“You’re always hungry.”
She put her arms around me for comfort. Claire often did this when she was scared. “Can’t help it. I’m small, and I have a high metabolism.”
Eventually, Claire went to sleep. I stayed awake a little longer watching the outside light fade from a small dirty window. As I watched, the sun finally went down and the window went dark. It was night. The Red-Eyes were now coming out of the woods to hunt. I hoped that the gate that we passed through to get here was strong enough to keep them at bay.
I reviewed our situation. Claire might be right. I didn’t know what these people were capable of doing. This was one of the first really organized groups of survivors Claire and I had encountered in our travels. They could be psychotic, paranoid, or too distrustful to be around. They might take all our belongings, strip us naked, and kick our sorry asses outside the gate.
They could be cannibals.
There were many ways to meet your maker in this new hell of a world, but being eaten by your fellow survivors was not the way I wanted to go. Cannibalism was a rumor that I had discounted, but with the food supply running low, you never knew. Hopefully, Claire and I were too thin to eat.
I wondered who was in charge. Someone had to be in charge. I hoped it wasn’t the tall redhead…Jenny was her name, I think. We hadn’t made a real good first impression. No doubt Jenny blames us for Mitch’s death. I thought about poor Mitch.
Seemed like a nice guy. A little clumsy, but he had sacrificed himself to get Claire and me to Cannon Fields. I tried to erase the look he gave to me as the zombies dragged him out the door. It was a look of pure panic mixed with hopelessness. I had seen it a lot in the past year. It’s a horrible feeling not being able to do anything. I felt useless.
Exhaustion took me, and I closed my eyes. I was going to wake Claire and tell her to keep an eye out but, I decided to let her sleep. The cage would probably keep us safe, and Claire can be a bit cranky when you wake her out of a deep sleep.
After a few hours of fitful sleep, punctuated by dreams of dark hallways and red-eyed demons on the hunt, I heard the door on the shed open. My eyes snapped open instantly. Since the dead started to wake up and walk around, I slept lightly at night. I was always ready to do battle. I squeezed my free hand around my little folding knife. Our new survivor friends forgot to take it from me before locking me up. I would have to fight lefty. My other arm was around Claire.
I pretended to sleep as I heard footsteps approaching our cell. A pair of hiking boots came into view. I slowly looked up. The boots were attached to a thin but still shapely female holding a tray of food. She had on an
Claire didn’t take it very well. At first, she paced back and forth on the cracked concrete floor like a caged animal. She didn’t like being in captivity. She raged, first at our captors, then at me, then at the world in general, then back to me again. It took a few hours, but she finally grew tired and sat down beside me on the floor.
“I could pick the lock, you know. I learned how to do it,” Claire said. We had picked up a set of locksmith’s tools in our travels and we learned how to use them. With her small hands, Claire had gotten pretty good at opening all kinds of locks.
I opened my eyes and stared at her. I had been taking a little snooze. “Where would we go? That gate at the front looked pretty tall, and good at keeping people inside. Besides, the big redhead is liable to shoot you in the face.”
Claire looked at the ground. “Just hate being caged up. They might kill us anyway.”
Now, I was awake. “They’ll let us out. I don’t think they going to hurt us. They’re just scared.”
Claire sat beside me and put her head on my shoulder. “I hope you’re right. Wish they would feed us.”
“You’re always hungry.”
She put her arms around me for comfort. Claire often did this when she was scared. “Can’t help it. I’m small, and I have a high metabolism.”
Eventually, Claire went to sleep. I stayed awake a little longer watching the outside light fade from a small dirty window. As I watched, the sun finally went down and the window went dark. It was night. The Red-Eyes were now coming out of the woods to hunt. I hoped that the gate that we passed through to get here was strong enough to keep them at bay.
I reviewed our situation. Claire might be right. I didn’t know what these people were capable of doing. This was one of the first really organized groups of survivors Claire and I had encountered in our travels. They could be psychotic, paranoid, or too distrustful to be around. They might take all our belongings, strip us naked, and kick our sorry asses outside the gate.
They could be cannibals.
There were many ways to meet your maker in this new hell of a world, but being eaten by your fellow survivors was not the way I wanted to go. Cannibalism was a rumor that I had discounted, but with the food supply running low, you never knew. Hopefully, Claire and I were too thin to eat.
I wondered who was in charge. Someone had to be in charge. I hoped it wasn’t the tall redhead…Jenny was her name, I think. We hadn’t made a real good first impression. No doubt Jenny blames us for Mitch’s death. I thought about poor Mitch.
Seemed like a nice guy. A little clumsy, but he had sacrificed himself to get Claire and me to Cannon Fields. I tried to erase the look he gave to me as the zombies dragged him out the door. It was a look of pure panic mixed with hopelessness. I had seen it a lot in the past year. It’s a horrible feeling not being able to do anything. I felt useless.
Exhaustion took me, and I closed my eyes. I was going to wake Claire and tell her to keep an eye out but, I decided to let her sleep. The cage would probably keep us safe, and Claire can be a bit cranky when you wake her out of a deep sleep.
After a few hours of fitful sleep, punctuated by dreams of dark hallways and red-eyed demons on the hunt, I heard the door on the shed open. My eyes snapped open instantly. Since the dead started to wake up and walk around, I slept lightly at night. I was always ready to do battle. I squeezed my free hand around my little folding knife. Our new survivor friends forgot to take it from me before locking me up. I would have to fight lefty. My other arm was around Claire.
I pretended to sleep as I heard footsteps approaching our cell. A pair of hiking boots came into view. I slowly looked up. The boots were attached to a thin but still shapely female holding a tray of food. She had on an
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