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Authors: E.M. Fitch
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with the size of the horde wandering. Ahead of them, Emma could just make it out, stood a gas station. Jack was walking in that direction.
The glass windows of the store were busted in. They stepped over the shards and around the body of one infected woman that had collapsed on the floor. Jack rummaged through the shelves, pulling a few packs of Ramen noodles and a handful of chocolate bars.
"We'll feast like college students today," he said, chuckling to himself in the dark.
"Sure," Emma said, turning away and grabbing a stack of blankets from a nearby stand. They were fleece, embroidered with the local town's team logo. Apparently, they were the Springfield Yard Goats. She squinted at the small, silver horned goat stitched into the corner of the blue blankets. "But where?"
In answer, Jack looked up.
They were lucky. There was a ladder in the back of the gas station store. It was extendable and, once propped in the bed of a nearby truck, long enough to reach to the top of the canopy that stretched over the four gas pumps below. Jack went first. Emma could hear him walking systematically across the canopy, hopping in places to test for strength. Once he was satisfied that the thing wouldn't collapse with them on it, he called for her to follow him.
They spread the blankets out in the center of the roof, laying side by side under the fading stars.
"You hungry?" Jack asked.
Emma shook her head, yawning before pulling the fleshy bit of her lip between her teeth. She took a deep breath and held her arms out in front of herself, stretching her fingers in a wide fan.
"No tremors?" Jack asked, turning to look at her.
"I don't think I'll be biting at you yet."
"How's your chest?"
Emma brought her hands down and skimmed her fingertips over the abrasion from the infected man's teeth. It was crusty and dry, already scabbing. "It's fine," she answered.
There was a large catalogue of injuries she felt they should go over. His side, her leg, residual fevers, and the minor cuts and scrapes both sustained from running through the woods and into that grain silo. But for the moment, sleep was pulling at her. The sun would be up soon and as exhausted as they both were, Emma doubted they'd be able to sleep much through the waking and feeding frenzy of the infected below. She let her eyes slide shut, knowing instinctively that Jack was doing the same. Her body eased and she let the lure of sleep pull her under, feeling secure for the first time all day atop the high perch of the canopy.
Chapter 6
" W hat's wrong with him ?"
Anna didn't answer, her ear was pressed to Andrew's chest. His breath was coming in short, painful gasps.
"I need a needle, a syringe; and a bottle of water. And tubing, any kind of tubing."
Kaylee stood and took off in a run. There was a pharmacy in the store, they had run past it. She knocked through a grouping of men that tried to hold her back.
The stream of light didn't illuminate the pharmacy well. She saw a lifeless body on the floor, smears of black blood haloing his head. It wasn't Bill. That was all she had time to notice. She dug through the shelves, knocking bottle of aspirin and children's cough syrup on the floor. The pharmacist's counter was directly in front of her. She hopped on top and then over, landing with a thud as Anna's voice rung out.
"Hurry, Kaylee!"
There were metal shelves, lined with white bottles and labels Kaylee couldn't read and wouldn't understand. The back of the pharmacy was a wall of drawers. She ripped them open. Bottles of sterile water sat in the bottom of the first drawer, she grabbed one. In the next were white boxes, bottles of clear medicines, medical equipment, nebulizers and blood pressure cuffs. In the last drawer, she found the needles.
Packed in clear packaging with white labels, Kaylee grabbed a handful of the biggest she saw. There was no tubing. Panic ripped up Kaylee's throat and in a moment of clarity she remembered the nebulizer treatments her mother
The glass windows of the store were busted in. They stepped over the shards and around the body of one infected woman that had collapsed on the floor. Jack rummaged through the shelves, pulling a few packs of Ramen noodles and a handful of chocolate bars.
"We'll feast like college students today," he said, chuckling to himself in the dark.
"Sure," Emma said, turning away and grabbing a stack of blankets from a nearby stand. They were fleece, embroidered with the local town's team logo. Apparently, they were the Springfield Yard Goats. She squinted at the small, silver horned goat stitched into the corner of the blue blankets. "But where?"
In answer, Jack looked up.
They were lucky. There was a ladder in the back of the gas station store. It was extendable and, once propped in the bed of a nearby truck, long enough to reach to the top of the canopy that stretched over the four gas pumps below. Jack went first. Emma could hear him walking systematically across the canopy, hopping in places to test for strength. Once he was satisfied that the thing wouldn't collapse with them on it, he called for her to follow him.
They spread the blankets out in the center of the roof, laying side by side under the fading stars.
"You hungry?" Jack asked.
Emma shook her head, yawning before pulling the fleshy bit of her lip between her teeth. She took a deep breath and held her arms out in front of herself, stretching her fingers in a wide fan.
"No tremors?" Jack asked, turning to look at her.
"I don't think I'll be biting at you yet."
"How's your chest?"
Emma brought her hands down and skimmed her fingertips over the abrasion from the infected man's teeth. It was crusty and dry, already scabbing. "It's fine," she answered.
There was a large catalogue of injuries she felt they should go over. His side, her leg, residual fevers, and the minor cuts and scrapes both sustained from running through the woods and into that grain silo. But for the moment, sleep was pulling at her. The sun would be up soon and as exhausted as they both were, Emma doubted they'd be able to sleep much through the waking and feeding frenzy of the infected below. She let her eyes slide shut, knowing instinctively that Jack was doing the same. Her body eased and she let the lure of sleep pull her under, feeling secure for the first time all day atop the high perch of the canopy.
Chapter 6
" W hat's wrong with him ?"
Anna didn't answer, her ear was pressed to Andrew's chest. His breath was coming in short, painful gasps.
"I need a needle, a syringe; and a bottle of water. And tubing, any kind of tubing."
Kaylee stood and took off in a run. There was a pharmacy in the store, they had run past it. She knocked through a grouping of men that tried to hold her back.
The stream of light didn't illuminate the pharmacy well. She saw a lifeless body on the floor, smears of black blood haloing his head. It wasn't Bill. That was all she had time to notice. She dug through the shelves, knocking bottle of aspirin and children's cough syrup on the floor. The pharmacist's counter was directly in front of her. She hopped on top and then over, landing with a thud as Anna's voice rung out.
"Hurry, Kaylee!"
There were metal shelves, lined with white bottles and labels Kaylee couldn't read and wouldn't understand. The back of the pharmacy was a wall of drawers. She ripped them open. Bottles of sterile water sat in the bottom of the first drawer, she grabbed one. In the next were white boxes, bottles of clear medicines, medical equipment, nebulizers and blood pressure cuffs. In the last drawer, she found the needles.
Packed in clear packaging with white labels, Kaylee grabbed a handful of the biggest she saw. There was no tubing. Panic ripped up Kaylee's throat and in a moment of clarity she remembered the nebulizer treatments her mother
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