I
said, as I looked at the dog again.
I headed over to check
out our new addition. Charger was on her back, and Sage was rubbing
her belly. She looked like she’d been starving for attention. I
bent over and gave her a belly rub, “Do you like that, Charger?”
She thanked me by
rolling over onto her feet and giving me dog kisses on my face.
For a brief second,
everything felt normal again. I’d forgotten what happened to us,
and everything that was still happening around us. For now, I
couldn’t help but smile. Charger brought me back to a better time.
I grabbed her by the jowls and gave her a few kisses, and she obliged
by kissing me right back.
“Can we keep her,
Mom?” I called out.
My mom let out a little
laugh, “Only if you promise to feed her and walk her every day.”
The laughter passing
over the group was infectious.
Charger knocked me
over, kissing me with her sloppy tongue, “I promise, Mom. I
promise.”
Chapter 12
Daniels led Bunker and
Destiny through the corridors of the office area. Before they turned
the last corner, there was a faint scream.
“That’s Ceci,”
Bunker said.
They quickened their
pace and Bunker lifted the barrel of his slung M4. He passed Daniels
as they turned the last corner.
An older dead man in a
business suit banging his head against the door provoked a second
scream. One of his arms reached through the hole in the door. Bunker
stopped a few doors away from the businessman and screamed, “Hey,
dead guy!”
The man’s bright red
tie with sea anchors and swirling blue eyes distracted Bunker for a
moment. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger on his rifle. The
M4 fired, releasing an explosion of sound and flame. When he opened
his eyes, he saw a small plume of smoke rising from the barrel, and
the businessman lying dead on the floor.
“We’re back. Is
everyone okay in there?”
The door opened a few
inches and Cooper poked his head out, “What the hell took you guys
so long?”
“Destiny had to grab
her purse,” Bunker answered.
Daniels led the way
into the room and threw the MOLLE vest on the desk. He pulled the
Beretta out and gave it to Cooper, “Here take these too. They’re
extra mags.”
Daniels motioned for
Cecilia to come over. He lifted the MOLLE vest off the table, and
slid it over her head, “I know it’s heavy, but it’s
bulletproof, and bite proof. It will help keep you alive. Bunker
throw yours on Kaden.”
Bunker strapped the
vest on Kaden and snugged up the side straps.
“What about these?”
he asked, holding up his M4 and the 9mm Beretta.
“You keep the M4 and
give Ceci the Beretta,” Daniels answered.
“Do you know how to
use this?” Bunker asked handing the pistol to Ceci. She examined
the gun twisting it in her hand. It was heavy, black, and radiated a
smell of gun oil and metal.
“Don’t you just
pull the trigger?” she asked.
“Let me see it. I’ll
give you a quick lesson.”
Bunker spent the next
two minutes explaining how to rack the action, dump the mag, and
replace it with a new one. After a few tries, she was as proficient
as the rest of the crew.
“Okay, Destiny. Now,
how the hell do we get out of this place?”
Destiny thought of the
quickest route from their location, “Well, Sugarpie, you said the
main concourse was full of dead just roaming around, so we’ll try
the back door. Where we went left earlier, we’ll take a right
there. We’ll go down to the Station Master’s Office and head down
the stairs to the Biltmore Room. From there, we can cut over by
Central Watch and head out through the 45th Street Passage. I do it
all the time.”
Daniels paused, “That
route seems like it’s got a lot of potential for contact with
zombies.”
Destiny lifted her
eyebrows, a bit insulted, “Well, honey bunny, we’re on the
Vanderbilt side of the buildin’. If we’re goin’ the other
direction, we’d be comin’ out on Lexington Avenue. You don’t
want to be doin’ that. Keep in mind, baby,
said, as I looked at the dog again.
I headed over to check
out our new addition. Charger was on her back, and Sage was rubbing
her belly. She looked like she’d been starving for attention. I
bent over and gave her a belly rub, “Do you like that, Charger?”
She thanked me by
rolling over onto her feet and giving me dog kisses on my face.
For a brief second,
everything felt normal again. I’d forgotten what happened to us,
and everything that was still happening around us. For now, I
couldn’t help but smile. Charger brought me back to a better time.
I grabbed her by the jowls and gave her a few kisses, and she obliged
by kissing me right back.
“Can we keep her,
Mom?” I called out.
My mom let out a little
laugh, “Only if you promise to feed her and walk her every day.”
The laughter passing
over the group was infectious.
Charger knocked me
over, kissing me with her sloppy tongue, “I promise, Mom. I
promise.”
Chapter 12
Daniels led Bunker and
Destiny through the corridors of the office area. Before they turned
the last corner, there was a faint scream.
“That’s Ceci,”
Bunker said.
They quickened their
pace and Bunker lifted the barrel of his slung M4. He passed Daniels
as they turned the last corner.
An older dead man in a
business suit banging his head against the door provoked a second
scream. One of his arms reached through the hole in the door. Bunker
stopped a few doors away from the businessman and screamed, “Hey,
dead guy!”
The man’s bright red
tie with sea anchors and swirling blue eyes distracted Bunker for a
moment. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger on his rifle. The
M4 fired, releasing an explosion of sound and flame. When he opened
his eyes, he saw a small plume of smoke rising from the barrel, and
the businessman lying dead on the floor.
“We’re back. Is
everyone okay in there?”
The door opened a few
inches and Cooper poked his head out, “What the hell took you guys
so long?”
“Destiny had to grab
her purse,” Bunker answered.
Daniels led the way
into the room and threw the MOLLE vest on the desk. He pulled the
Beretta out and gave it to Cooper, “Here take these too. They’re
extra mags.”
Daniels motioned for
Cecilia to come over. He lifted the MOLLE vest off the table, and
slid it over her head, “I know it’s heavy, but it’s
bulletproof, and bite proof. It will help keep you alive. Bunker
throw yours on Kaden.”
Bunker strapped the
vest on Kaden and snugged up the side straps.
“What about these?”
he asked, holding up his M4 and the 9mm Beretta.
“You keep the M4 and
give Ceci the Beretta,” Daniels answered.
“Do you know how to
use this?” Bunker asked handing the pistol to Ceci. She examined
the gun twisting it in her hand. It was heavy, black, and radiated a
smell of gun oil and metal.
“Don’t you just
pull the trigger?” she asked.
“Let me see it. I’ll
give you a quick lesson.”
Bunker spent the next
two minutes explaining how to rack the action, dump the mag, and
replace it with a new one. After a few tries, she was as proficient
as the rest of the crew.
“Okay, Destiny. Now,
how the hell do we get out of this place?”
Destiny thought of the
quickest route from their location, “Well, Sugarpie, you said the
main concourse was full of dead just roaming around, so we’ll try
the back door. Where we went left earlier, we’ll take a right
there. We’ll go down to the Station Master’s Office and head down
the stairs to the Biltmore Room. From there, we can cut over by
Central Watch and head out through the 45th Street Passage. I do it
all the time.”
Daniels paused, “That
route seems like it’s got a lot of potential for contact with
zombies.”
Destiny lifted her
eyebrows, a bit insulted, “Well, honey bunny, we’re on the
Vanderbilt side of the buildin’. If we’re goin’ the other
direction, we’d be comin’ out on Lexington Avenue. You don’t
want to be doin’ that. Keep in mind, baby,
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