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mentally confirming I had more than enough to build a rope bridge to the apartment building next door.
Smiling to myself, I thought about how the group was growing, there was eight of us now, Two thirteen year old boys, Tim Schick, and Paul Shuck, or as everyone referred to them (Schick/shuck) because they were always together.
I couldn’t task one without the other helping. I’d learned to assign them two jobs knowing they’d be done one after the other, never at the same time. The young boys had found each other shortly after the illness and never been separated since.
Claire and Hector had known about the duo and found them living in a huge mansion by the City Hall area. Claire had easily talked them into joining. But then, what young boy wouldn’t do whatever Claire asked of him . They’d been living in a huge, decked out mansion, with the most boy perfect game room ever. Sporting a pool table, foosball, and an indoor basketball hoop. In the back yard the boys had turned the dry swimming pool into a rad skateboard park. All the things a thirteen year old boy would love. They’d willingly left a carefree life to join the little community. I figured that they were bored with their former life and were looking for something new.
The young boys had taken up residence in the apartment building next door, moving into a place on the top floor. Hector and I’d donned full body hazmat suits and spent a trying day removing the bodies. My skin itched with unknown germs until I was able to get down to the river and wash it all off.
Margaret Woods, always Margaret, never Maggie we’d been informed, had shown up at the fence by the empty grocery store, catty corner from the next door warehouse.
The brown haired fifteen year old had calmly asked to join the group as if she were asking to play in a pickup volleyball game. A thin, quite girl who looked as if she’d blow away in a stiff wind.
She spent her free time exploring the library or reading in her room. She would do her chores and help when asked, but she didn’t go out of her way to help the others.
None of the others knew anything about her and were surprised when she first showed up. Schick/Shuck had tried interesting her in joining them on their adventures and been truly confused when their offer was refused. When that didn’t work, they’d tried teasing her, hoping to find a victim that could provide them some laughs. They learned it was no fun when the victim didn’t react. A frog in her underwear drawer didn’t even rate a squeal, let alone a full throated shriek. I was sure the boys weren't done trying and would have to talk to them and try and keep it from getting out of control.
I placed several 2X4s onto the saw horses, measured and marked them with a carpenter’s pencil. As I began to cut the board with a large handsaw I thought about our latest addition. Little Jenifer Crawley, A nine year old red head who liked to wear crazy outfits that competed with each other in their flamboyance.
A four year old Jenny and a much, much older Mrs. Thompson. "She was real old, like forty or something," Jenny said. They 'd lived in the same apartment building at the time of the illness and ended up taking care of each other until Mrs. Johnson had been taken by the raiders last year.
The woman and little girl had been scavenging in a mini-mall when the raiders had trapped them in a Java Juice, blocking both exits. Mrs. Johnson attacked them like a lioness, using tooth and claw to open a way for Jenny to escape. The last Jenny saw her; Mrs. Thompson was being loaded into a wagon, her hands tied in front of her.
Margaret told us about the girl. When I’d started to make plans to go find her, Claire stopped me and suggested that only she and Margaret go. I hadn’t liked the idea of letting them outside the fence without protection, but was smart enough not to say anything. I knew very well that Claire could take care of herself. That didn’t mean I had to
Smiling to myself, I thought about how the group was growing, there was eight of us now, Two thirteen year old boys, Tim Schick, and Paul Shuck, or as everyone referred to them (Schick/shuck) because they were always together.
I couldn’t task one without the other helping. I’d learned to assign them two jobs knowing they’d be done one after the other, never at the same time. The young boys had found each other shortly after the illness and never been separated since.
Claire and Hector had known about the duo and found them living in a huge mansion by the City Hall area. Claire had easily talked them into joining. But then, what young boy wouldn’t do whatever Claire asked of him . They’d been living in a huge, decked out mansion, with the most boy perfect game room ever. Sporting a pool table, foosball, and an indoor basketball hoop. In the back yard the boys had turned the dry swimming pool into a rad skateboard park. All the things a thirteen year old boy would love. They’d willingly left a carefree life to join the little community. I figured that they were bored with their former life and were looking for something new.
The young boys had taken up residence in the apartment building next door, moving into a place on the top floor. Hector and I’d donned full body hazmat suits and spent a trying day removing the bodies. My skin itched with unknown germs until I was able to get down to the river and wash it all off.
Margaret Woods, always Margaret, never Maggie we’d been informed, had shown up at the fence by the empty grocery store, catty corner from the next door warehouse.
The brown haired fifteen year old had calmly asked to join the group as if she were asking to play in a pickup volleyball game. A thin, quite girl who looked as if she’d blow away in a stiff wind.
She spent her free time exploring the library or reading in her room. She would do her chores and help when asked, but she didn’t go out of her way to help the others.
None of the others knew anything about her and were surprised when she first showed up. Schick/Shuck had tried interesting her in joining them on their adventures and been truly confused when their offer was refused. When that didn’t work, they’d tried teasing her, hoping to find a victim that could provide them some laughs. They learned it was no fun when the victim didn’t react. A frog in her underwear drawer didn’t even rate a squeal, let alone a full throated shriek. I was sure the boys weren't done trying and would have to talk to them and try and keep it from getting out of control.
I placed several 2X4s onto the saw horses, measured and marked them with a carpenter’s pencil. As I began to cut the board with a large handsaw I thought about our latest addition. Little Jenifer Crawley, A nine year old red head who liked to wear crazy outfits that competed with each other in their flamboyance.
A four year old Jenny and a much, much older Mrs. Thompson. "She was real old, like forty or something," Jenny said. They 'd lived in the same apartment building at the time of the illness and ended up taking care of each other until Mrs. Johnson had been taken by the raiders last year.
The woman and little girl had been scavenging in a mini-mall when the raiders had trapped them in a Java Juice, blocking both exits. Mrs. Johnson attacked them like a lioness, using tooth and claw to open a way for Jenny to escape. The last Jenny saw her; Mrs. Thompson was being loaded into a wagon, her hands tied in front of her.
Margaret told us about the girl. When I’d started to make plans to go find her, Claire stopped me and suggested that only she and Margaret go. I hadn’t liked the idea of letting them outside the fence without protection, but was smart enough not to say anything. I knew very well that Claire could take care of herself. That didn’t mean I had to
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