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really.”
He rolled his eyes at me and stuck his hands in his pockets.
“The only reason I'm going to agree to this is because no matter which way I go you're just going to
follow me anyway.”
Also, I swear I could hear Pip's little voice, begging me not to let him out of my sight.
I looked both ways, to the left there was nothing except an empty road, and to the right I could see
an abandoned car. Every time I passed a vehicle I would first check to see if it was running (which
was rare) then I would search the vehicle from top to bottom for anything useful.
I tilted my head to the right.
“We'll just check that car out then we need to head into the trees.”
“What for?”
“To find somewhere to sleep, and the river's not too far, I want a wash in the morning so I want to
be near the river.”
“You wash in the river?” he asked, pulling a weird face.
“Yes, how else am I going to stay clean out here? Why, where do you wash?”
He didn't answer.
“And you think I'm strange for washing in the river?” I tried not to smirk and walked ahead of him.
“Why don't we sleep in the car tonight?” he asked as we approached the vehicle.
I didn't need to answer that, because as we got closer we both saw two of the windows had been
smashed in and there was blood smeared across the back windshield.
“You can sleep in it if you want, but it doesn't look that safe to me,” I said, opening the driver's side
door.
“You found anything useful?” I asked while searching under the front seat.
“A gum wrapper and a lighter.”
“Keep the lighter.” I said at the same time I found a sealed chocolate bar.
“Yummy!” I said, excitedly.
“What you got?”
“Nothing,” I said, stuffing it in my pocket.
“It's like that is it,” He eyed me suspiciously.
“Finders keepers!” I said.
“Oooh, a pack of mints.”
“Mints aren't going to fill you up,” I said, closing the door and walking round to the trunk.
Lane went to open the trunk, then stopped and looked at me.
“You don't think there's one in there do you?”
“No. I don't think they hibernate.”
He lifted the lid and my heart sank. I was hoping for something, a bottle of water, an extra blanket,
even a magazine would have made me happy.
“Duct tape, cable ties, garbage bags, and a shovel.” Lane listed the items in the trunk. “What the
fuck? Was this guy a serial killer?”
“No idea, but take the shovel.”
Lane hesitantly lifted the shovel out, inspecting it.
I reached in and grabbed the duct tape.
“What do you need that for?” he asked.
“It's useful for covering cuts and grazes, don't want anything getting infected, and I also use the
stuff to secure Butchy.”
“Butchy?”
“My weapon, I'm kinda attached to it. I've got to look after it, don't want it falling apart. C'mon, let's
find somewhere to camp.” I said, shoving the tape in my bag.
“Like camping?” he asked. “In a tent?” he added.
“A tent? Is that a joke?”
He shrugged and slammed the trunk louder than necessary.
I cringed and looked around, hoping there were no zombies around to have heard it.
“Sorry, I forget.”
“Where do you sleep every night?” I asked.
“Inside cars, or on the rooftops.”
I looked back at the car. “We definitely can't sleep in this car.”
“So if you don't sleep in a tent where do you sleep?” he asked.
“In the trees.”
He looked at me like I'd just said something in Mandarin.
“You sleep in the trees?”
“Yes, it's the safest place. Zombies wander regardless of the time, they're completely retarded like
that. They stumble around all night long in the dark, I'm not likely to roll out a sleeping bag on the
ground.”
I started walking into the trees, leaving him behind, still processing what I had said.
“The river's this way,” I pointed. “So if we can find a safe-looking tree somewhere this way, I don't
want to lose my bearings from the road, though.”
“What do you mean by safe-looking ?”
I mentally sighed. It was like having a