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eyes to the darkness.
I heard the creak from the bathroom door opening back up and turned to see Kallie stepping out into the hallway. “Cassie?” she called.
“ I’m down here,” I said, lowering the gun.
She aime d her flashlight at me and then let out a shrill scream.
Before I could turn around to see what had frightened her, someone grabbed me around the waist and clamped a hand over my mouth.
Chapter Seven
The rain and hail pelted the SUV loudly as they drove to the other side of town trying to locate Cassie’s grandparent’s home.
“ Turn right at the next street,” ordered Kristie, staring at the road map. “We should be passing a lake soon and then they’re only a few blocks from there.”
“I can barely see the streets,” said Tiny, turning up the windshield wipers. He leaned forward and squinted. “It’s pretty bad and I don’t want to hit anymore zombies in this thing. Maybe we should pull over until it dies down?”
“We’re almost there,” said Kristie , biting the side of her nail. “So keep driving”
“At least the rain is normal ,” said Paige, staring out the window. “Nothing to indicate that it’s the ‘End of The World’. Thanks, by the way, Tiny.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Scaring the heck out of everyone by talking about the ‘End of The World’. I’m not ready for that. I mean, seriously, I haven’t made it to college yet, partied until I’ve puked my guts out, or even made it past third base with a guy. I’m only eighteen and have too much living to do before actually dying.”
“Seriously,” said Bryce. “That’s your ‘Bucket List’?”
Paige raised her eyebrows. “What’s a Bucket List?”
“The list of things you want to accomplish before you die,” he said.
“Obviously, you’ve already marked at least one of those off of yours, Romeo,” smirked Paige. “But maybe I’d like to sleep next to a toilet one night, making promises I won’t keep or… reject scary, drunk-assed men who hit on me at a bar. Hell, even to feel the euphoria of getting a single line on a pregnancy strip before I’m engaged. There are just too many things I want to do before I die.”
Kristie closed her eyes and rubbed the area between her eyebrows. “Thank you, Lord, for making my children so dramatic, cynical and stubborn. If mom was here, I’m sure she’d say ‘paybacks are a bitch, Kristie’.”
Paige l eaned forward and patted her on the shoulder. “Hey, you set the standards. I’m just trying to say that I want to enjoy at least the same things in life that you have, before I leave this place.”
“ Okay, fine, I plead the fifth,” said Kristie, with a humorless smile. “But seriously, honey, you should strive for better.”
“Better isn’t always as fun though is it, babe?” asked Tiny.
Kristie punched his shoulder. “You’re not helping. I’m supposed to be setting examples.”
“ Mom, it doesn’t matter anyway. I’m an adult now and can make my own decisions- zombie apocalypse or not.”
“Well,” said Billie. “You’ve certainly earned your right after everything we’ve been through. Hell, we all have.”
“You got that right, brother,” said Tiny.
They drove for a while in silence, listening to the echoing thumps from the hail mixed with occasional cracks of thunder. When they reached the lake on the map, Tiny swore and slammed on the breaks.
“What ?” gasped Kristie, gripping the dashboard.
Tiny pointed ahead towards the beach. “Tell me I’m wrong but doesn’t the water look pink?”
“Pink? No, that’s ridiculous,” said Kristie, trying to see through the wipers and rain.
Tiny put his foot on the gas and drove into the parking lot leading to Willow Lake’s Public Beach. He then drove over the grass to the edge of the sandy beach.
“ Well, yeah, it does look like an odd color,” said Billie.
Tiny grabbed an empty glass from the cup-holder and opened the door.
I heard the creak from the bathroom door opening back up and turned to see Kallie stepping out into the hallway. “Cassie?” she called.
“ I’m down here,” I said, lowering the gun.
She aime d her flashlight at me and then let out a shrill scream.
Before I could turn around to see what had frightened her, someone grabbed me around the waist and clamped a hand over my mouth.
Chapter Seven
The rain and hail pelted the SUV loudly as they drove to the other side of town trying to locate Cassie’s grandparent’s home.
“ Turn right at the next street,” ordered Kristie, staring at the road map. “We should be passing a lake soon and then they’re only a few blocks from there.”
“I can barely see the streets,” said Tiny, turning up the windshield wipers. He leaned forward and squinted. “It’s pretty bad and I don’t want to hit anymore zombies in this thing. Maybe we should pull over until it dies down?”
“We’re almost there,” said Kristie , biting the side of her nail. “So keep driving”
“At least the rain is normal ,” said Paige, staring out the window. “Nothing to indicate that it’s the ‘End of The World’. Thanks, by the way, Tiny.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Scaring the heck out of everyone by talking about the ‘End of The World’. I’m not ready for that. I mean, seriously, I haven’t made it to college yet, partied until I’ve puked my guts out, or even made it past third base with a guy. I’m only eighteen and have too much living to do before actually dying.”
“Seriously,” said Bryce. “That’s your ‘Bucket List’?”
Paige raised her eyebrows. “What’s a Bucket List?”
“The list of things you want to accomplish before you die,” he said.
“Obviously, you’ve already marked at least one of those off of yours, Romeo,” smirked Paige. “But maybe I’d like to sleep next to a toilet one night, making promises I won’t keep or… reject scary, drunk-assed men who hit on me at a bar. Hell, even to feel the euphoria of getting a single line on a pregnancy strip before I’m engaged. There are just too many things I want to do before I die.”
Kristie closed her eyes and rubbed the area between her eyebrows. “Thank you, Lord, for making my children so dramatic, cynical and stubborn. If mom was here, I’m sure she’d say ‘paybacks are a bitch, Kristie’.”
Paige l eaned forward and patted her on the shoulder. “Hey, you set the standards. I’m just trying to say that I want to enjoy at least the same things in life that you have, before I leave this place.”
“ Okay, fine, I plead the fifth,” said Kristie, with a humorless smile. “But seriously, honey, you should strive for better.”
“Better isn’t always as fun though is it, babe?” asked Tiny.
Kristie punched his shoulder. “You’re not helping. I’m supposed to be setting examples.”
“ Mom, it doesn’t matter anyway. I’m an adult now and can make my own decisions- zombie apocalypse or not.”
“Well,” said Billie. “You’ve certainly earned your right after everything we’ve been through. Hell, we all have.”
“You got that right, brother,” said Tiny.
They drove for a while in silence, listening to the echoing thumps from the hail mixed with occasional cracks of thunder. When they reached the lake on the map, Tiny swore and slammed on the breaks.
“What ?” gasped Kristie, gripping the dashboard.
Tiny pointed ahead towards the beach. “Tell me I’m wrong but doesn’t the water look pink?”
“Pink? No, that’s ridiculous,” said Kristie, trying to see through the wipers and rain.
Tiny put his foot on the gas and drove into the parking lot leading to Willow Lake’s Public Beach. He then drove over the grass to the edge of the sandy beach.
“ Well, yeah, it does look like an odd color,” said Billie.
Tiny grabbed an empty glass from the cup-holder and opened the door.
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