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the sofa looking around, his face scrunched in confusion. Brushing a hand through his soft hair, I ask, "Gage, how are you feeling?"
"I'm not sure. Where are we?" He asks, still confused.
"Hey bro, you've been out for over a week." Blu says.
"Really, wow. What happened?" Gage asks.
"We have no clue, but thanks to Mak and Lainey, you're back with the living." Blu says teasingly.
With a shrug of his shoulders he says, "Thanks Mak and Lainey. Whoa, wait I don't know who Lainey is, who are you?" Gage asks looking at the three new faces.
Stepping forward, Lainey introduces herself and the rest, "Hi, I'm Lainey. This is my brother, Logan, and my son, Ricky."
Checking Gage over quickly, we give him two more antibiotics, then make fast work of sliding the fridge in front of the backdoor, the big sofa in front of the front door and the dining room table so it covered the large picture window in the living room.
This isn't going to be enough. I can feel it in my bones. With the massacre lying about on the ground a few houses down, this place is going to be overrun by zombies. Running upstairs, I check the house again, knowing we've covered every square inch of space. Then I see, out of the corner of my eye, our salvation; the attic.
Chapter Thirteen
Rushing downstairs, I hear the kids screaming and I know zombies are everywhere trying to get in, shit. Grabbing up my Glock and shotgun, I yell, "Follow me! It's our only choice!"
They all run after me, but Gage is still drained from the infection so Blu runs back, lifting him over his shoulder. They run up the stairs just as we hear a crash from one of the windows. Pulling the attic chain, the stairs fall and I push the kids up. Lainey goes up right behind them, then Blu and Gage, with Logan and I in the rear. The moaning of the zombies is getting closer and closer. As I look over my shoulder I see three walking up the stairs. Reaching the landing of the attic, I reach down to pull the steps up when a hand reaches out, pulling them back down.
"Help me or they will be up here with us in a matter of seconds!" I yell frantically.
When the steps are finally pulled up out of the zombies’ reach, we all lean back and breathe deeply. Each of us feeling relief for the first time since coming into this house.
"Did anyone think to grab some water?" I ask, leaning back on an old trunk.
"I have mine." Tessa says softly, holding the bottle up.
"Good girl, that will help." Blu says running a hand down her back trying to instill a sense of calm.
Pulling the flashlight from my pocket, I move around, being very careful not to fall through the ceiling. "Stay put. We don't want anyone falling through!" I state, looking each person in the eye.
Logan looks around the floor, the space that isn’t covered is small. There is just enough room for everyone to stretch out, but not move around. "If they want us bad enough, they may come through the ceiling." He says, rubbing a hand over his beard.
The attic isn't huge so maybe we can cover up most it. I am hoping this is a safe enough place for all of us to get some rest, but, like usual, nothing ever works out the way I want. "Ok, let's move some of these boxes to straddle the boards. Make it harder for them to get to us." I say, sighing. I can hear the moans and sweeping of feet from the zombies below, they are not giving up their hunt. Maybe they are smarter than we originally thought.
Finally getting the boxes settled around the attic, I start the chore of going through some of them, finding blankets a must for the kids to sleep on. I was exhausted, but knew sleep would be a long way off for me this night.
"Mak, I'll take first watch. You need to get some rest.” Logan says, standing.
"I think we need more than one person to keep watch tonight. This is a dangerous situation we're in." I say, rubbing a hand over my eyes.
Stepping forward, Blu says,
"I'm not sure. Where are we?" He asks, still confused.
"Hey bro, you've been out for over a week." Blu says.
"Really, wow. What happened?" Gage asks.
"We have no clue, but thanks to Mak and Lainey, you're back with the living." Blu says teasingly.
With a shrug of his shoulders he says, "Thanks Mak and Lainey. Whoa, wait I don't know who Lainey is, who are you?" Gage asks looking at the three new faces.
Stepping forward, Lainey introduces herself and the rest, "Hi, I'm Lainey. This is my brother, Logan, and my son, Ricky."
Checking Gage over quickly, we give him two more antibiotics, then make fast work of sliding the fridge in front of the backdoor, the big sofa in front of the front door and the dining room table so it covered the large picture window in the living room.
This isn't going to be enough. I can feel it in my bones. With the massacre lying about on the ground a few houses down, this place is going to be overrun by zombies. Running upstairs, I check the house again, knowing we've covered every square inch of space. Then I see, out of the corner of my eye, our salvation; the attic.
Chapter Thirteen
Rushing downstairs, I hear the kids screaming and I know zombies are everywhere trying to get in, shit. Grabbing up my Glock and shotgun, I yell, "Follow me! It's our only choice!"
They all run after me, but Gage is still drained from the infection so Blu runs back, lifting him over his shoulder. They run up the stairs just as we hear a crash from one of the windows. Pulling the attic chain, the stairs fall and I push the kids up. Lainey goes up right behind them, then Blu and Gage, with Logan and I in the rear. The moaning of the zombies is getting closer and closer. As I look over my shoulder I see three walking up the stairs. Reaching the landing of the attic, I reach down to pull the steps up when a hand reaches out, pulling them back down.
"Help me or they will be up here with us in a matter of seconds!" I yell frantically.
When the steps are finally pulled up out of the zombies’ reach, we all lean back and breathe deeply. Each of us feeling relief for the first time since coming into this house.
"Did anyone think to grab some water?" I ask, leaning back on an old trunk.
"I have mine." Tessa says softly, holding the bottle up.
"Good girl, that will help." Blu says running a hand down her back trying to instill a sense of calm.
Pulling the flashlight from my pocket, I move around, being very careful not to fall through the ceiling. "Stay put. We don't want anyone falling through!" I state, looking each person in the eye.
Logan looks around the floor, the space that isn’t covered is small. There is just enough room for everyone to stretch out, but not move around. "If they want us bad enough, they may come through the ceiling." He says, rubbing a hand over his beard.
The attic isn't huge so maybe we can cover up most it. I am hoping this is a safe enough place for all of us to get some rest, but, like usual, nothing ever works out the way I want. "Ok, let's move some of these boxes to straddle the boards. Make it harder for them to get to us." I say, sighing. I can hear the moans and sweeping of feet from the zombies below, they are not giving up their hunt. Maybe they are smarter than we originally thought.
Finally getting the boxes settled around the attic, I start the chore of going through some of them, finding blankets a must for the kids to sleep on. I was exhausted, but knew sleep would be a long way off for me this night.
"Mak, I'll take first watch. You need to get some rest.” Logan says, standing.
"I think we need more than one person to keep watch tonight. This is a dangerous situation we're in." I say, rubbing a hand over my eyes.
Stepping forward, Blu says,
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