said, just zoning out. Completely forgetting that I was there.
I got up and went into the kitchen to see if there were
things we could use for survival, to defend ourselves. I was looking through
her cabinets pulling things out that we could use. I pulled out mixing bowls to
hold water, knives for defense, a meat cleaver, anything I could find.
Shit, could you use a cheese grater to defend yourself?
Amy wasn’t into cooking, she was a well-known connoisseur the
various restaurants around her apartment building. She spent a good deal of
time eating at the club she managed. Her kitchen supplies were limited, but she
had a meat cleaver, go figure.
Because of the bar, she had a lot of booze, so if we wanted
to make some drinks we could, but I figured that this wasn’t the time to drunk.
I did grab a bottle of vodka to put it in the gym bag I had
grabbed from her bedroom. I knew I’d need a drink at some point, might as well
be prepared.
Since Amy had limited supplies, it would mean we would need
to to find supplies before we left her apartment. I was pretty sure the floor
that she lived on was no free of the infected, but the thought of leaving the
apartment was terrifying to me.
I also didn’t think that Amy’s apartment was a good long term
place to hang out since we had dead bodies on the balcony and in the bedroom,
so the smell would be a problem sooner than later. Summertime and dead bodies
didn’t end well.
“Amy, let’s plan to spend the rest of today here and see if
Butch makes it. Then we can head out tomorrow morning and find a better place
to wait this out.” I said from the kitchen. “I think we should get out of the
city, way too many of these infected around. We need to find somewhere remote
and isolated. Something we can defend. Somewhere secluded and safe.” I was
starting to get an idea of someplace that would be safe and we could hold out
while things settled down.
“Ok.” was the only response I got from her.
She laid her head down on the couch pillow and closed her
eyes. I knew, from the story she had told me, that she hadn’t slept since
yesterday morning and I’m sure the two bottles of wine had taken its toll on
her.
· I continued to search Amy’s
kitchen, looking for something to eat. I found some left Indian food in her
refrigerator and used the microwave to warm it up. My stomach grumbled at the
smell of the chili peppers, the sweet cinnamon, coriander, cumin and ginger and
my mouth started to water as the leftovers heated up. After a night out
drinking, I loved some hot Indian food with the spices that would help to
settle my stomach and soul.
I grabbed the food from the microwave and started to shovel
it into my mouth. It was delicious….the best I had ever had. Maybe running from
the infected put your taste buds in a heightened state of awareness.
After eating the leftovers, I found a blanket in the hallway
closet and covered Amy up so she could sleep the wine off.
I decided it might be good for me to start checking out the
other apartments. Maybe they would have some supplies we could use.
I headed out of the apartment which wasn’t something I really
wanted to do, but it had to be done. The longer we waited the less chance we
might find things we could use.
Before leaving, I wrote a short note for Amy, in case she
woke up and wondered where I was. I grabbed her apartment keys so I could lock
the door behind me and my unused bat that I had been carrying around all day. I
moved the couch in front of the door a little so I could squeeze out the door
and I quietly shut the door and locked it.
Chapter 9
Having not been to the other side of the 2 nd -floor
apartments, I thought it might be good to see what the other side of the floor
looked like.
I moved to the left of Amy’s apartment and stopped at the
first door. This was Mike’s apartment and I knew Mike was currently on Amy’s
balcony, chilling. I was pretty sure it might be good to check his
I got up and went into the kitchen to see if there were
things we could use for survival, to defend ourselves. I was looking through
her cabinets pulling things out that we could use. I pulled out mixing bowls to
hold water, knives for defense, a meat cleaver, anything I could find.
Shit, could you use a cheese grater to defend yourself?
Amy wasn’t into cooking, she was a well-known connoisseur the
various restaurants around her apartment building. She spent a good deal of
time eating at the club she managed. Her kitchen supplies were limited, but she
had a meat cleaver, go figure.
Because of the bar, she had a lot of booze, so if we wanted
to make some drinks we could, but I figured that this wasn’t the time to drunk.
I did grab a bottle of vodka to put it in the gym bag I had
grabbed from her bedroom. I knew I’d need a drink at some point, might as well
be prepared.
Since Amy had limited supplies, it would mean we would need
to to find supplies before we left her apartment. I was pretty sure the floor
that she lived on was no free of the infected, but the thought of leaving the
apartment was terrifying to me.
I also didn’t think that Amy’s apartment was a good long term
place to hang out since we had dead bodies on the balcony and in the bedroom,
so the smell would be a problem sooner than later. Summertime and dead bodies
didn’t end well.
“Amy, let’s plan to spend the rest of today here and see if
Butch makes it. Then we can head out tomorrow morning and find a better place
to wait this out.” I said from the kitchen. “I think we should get out of the
city, way too many of these infected around. We need to find somewhere remote
and isolated. Something we can defend. Somewhere secluded and safe.” I was
starting to get an idea of someplace that would be safe and we could hold out
while things settled down.
“Ok.” was the only response I got from her.
She laid her head down on the couch pillow and closed her
eyes. I knew, from the story she had told me, that she hadn’t slept since
yesterday morning and I’m sure the two bottles of wine had taken its toll on
her.
· I continued to search Amy’s
kitchen, looking for something to eat. I found some left Indian food in her
refrigerator and used the microwave to warm it up. My stomach grumbled at the
smell of the chili peppers, the sweet cinnamon, coriander, cumin and ginger and
my mouth started to water as the leftovers heated up. After a night out
drinking, I loved some hot Indian food with the spices that would help to
settle my stomach and soul.
I grabbed the food from the microwave and started to shovel
it into my mouth. It was delicious….the best I had ever had. Maybe running from
the infected put your taste buds in a heightened state of awareness.
After eating the leftovers, I found a blanket in the hallway
closet and covered Amy up so she could sleep the wine off.
I decided it might be good for me to start checking out the
other apartments. Maybe they would have some supplies we could use.
I headed out of the apartment which wasn’t something I really
wanted to do, but it had to be done. The longer we waited the less chance we
might find things we could use.
Before leaving, I wrote a short note for Amy, in case she
woke up and wondered where I was. I grabbed her apartment keys so I could lock
the door behind me and my unused bat that I had been carrying around all day. I
moved the couch in front of the door a little so I could squeeze out the door
and I quietly shut the door and locked it.
Chapter 9
Having not been to the other side of the 2 nd -floor
apartments, I thought it might be good to see what the other side of the floor
looked like.
I moved to the left of Amy’s apartment and stopped at the
first door. This was Mike’s apartment and I knew Mike was currently on Amy’s
balcony, chilling. I was pretty sure it might be good to check his
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