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Authors: Kristen Middleton
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Kylie
The girls rode in the back of a black limousine with the priest and Billie, who stared at them with a tense look on his face. It was still dark outside and the rain was coming down in sheets.
“Have either of you ever been in a limo before?” asked the priest, clasping his hands onto his lap. Where Billie looked ready to jump out of the limo, Father Brambati appeared relaxed.
Still frightened and confused at what was happening, both girls said nothing, only shook their heads.
He smiled warmly. “Well, who would have thought that your first ride would be during such dark times? Maybe this is a sign of much better things to come.”
“Oh, mark my words, times will be better,” said Billie.
“Why?” asked Kylie, staring at him.
“They have to get better,” replied Billie, who was holding some kind of stress ball in his hand, squeezing and unsqueezing it. “Don’t you think?”
“Every time I think they’re going to get better,” muttered Allie, “worse things happen. Like getting kidnapped.”
“Come now,” said Billie, tapping his foot now. “I told you that you’d be reunited with your sister very soon.”
I’ll believe it when I see it , she thought. Right now she still didn’t trust anything he was dishing out. Plus, he looked like he was ready to freak out any minute, especially when he looked at Adria.
“How’s she doing?” asked Father Brambati, nodding towards the baby.
Kylie, who was holding her, stared down into her face. “She’s sleeping.”
“She certainly needed that bottle,” he replied. “You’ll have to thank Jenny when we get to the mall.”
Jenny was up in the front with the limo driver, a burly guy who was bald and had plates in his ears and tattoos around his neck.
“So, you’re really a priest?” asked Allie.
Father Brambati smiled again. “Yes.”
“Where are you from?”
“Israel. Well, I’ve lived there for the last fifteen years. I’m originally from California.”
Kylie’s eyes widened. “Israel? But you’re a priest. I thought most of the people there were either Jewish or Islamic.”
He nodded. “Yes, but there are also those who are practicing Christians as well.”
“Where you in Israel when the zombies first showed up?” asked Allie.
He nodded and began coughing. “Sorry,” he said, pulling out a tissue. “Yes, I was in Israel when the epidemic struck. Fortunately, I was able to fly back over to the United States with a couple members of my church right before they shut down the airports.”
“Was it as bad there as it was here?” asked Kylie.
“I left before it became too bad, but yes, the zombies have infested every country in the world. There is no escaping them.”
Allie studied the priest intently, wondering why he had decided to come back to the U.S. “Why did you come back here? For family?”
Father Brambati glanced at Billie and smiled. “You could say that.”
“Are you okay, Billie?” asked Kylie.
Billie, who was obviously agitated, forced a smile. “I’m fine.”
“Would you like some water?” asked Father Brambati , now looking concerned. He leaned forward and grabbed a bottle out of the small refrigerator. “It might help.”
“We just need to get to the damn mall,” he said, eyeing Adria.
“You don’t look so good,” said Alli e, noticing that he was now as white as a ghost and beginning to sweat.
“Here,” said Father Brambati, handing him a box of tissues. “You’re sweating.”
Billie blotted his forehead. “What’s taking them so damn long to get us there?”
“We should be there soon,” said the priest , glancing out the window. “I suppose with the rain, it’s making it harder to see.”
Billie turned around and knocked on the window separating them from the driver.
The window opened. “Yes?” asked the driver.
“Step on it,” ordered Billie. “Nobody’s going to give you a ticket.”
“It’s not easy maneuvering this thing with the rain. The
The girls rode in the back of a black limousine with the priest and Billie, who stared at them with a tense look on his face. It was still dark outside and the rain was coming down in sheets.
“Have either of you ever been in a limo before?” asked the priest, clasping his hands onto his lap. Where Billie looked ready to jump out of the limo, Father Brambati appeared relaxed.
Still frightened and confused at what was happening, both girls said nothing, only shook their heads.
He smiled warmly. “Well, who would have thought that your first ride would be during such dark times? Maybe this is a sign of much better things to come.”
“Oh, mark my words, times will be better,” said Billie.
“Why?” asked Kylie, staring at him.
“They have to get better,” replied Billie, who was holding some kind of stress ball in his hand, squeezing and unsqueezing it. “Don’t you think?”
“Every time I think they’re going to get better,” muttered Allie, “worse things happen. Like getting kidnapped.”
“Come now,” said Billie, tapping his foot now. “I told you that you’d be reunited with your sister very soon.”
I’ll believe it when I see it , she thought. Right now she still didn’t trust anything he was dishing out. Plus, he looked like he was ready to freak out any minute, especially when he looked at Adria.
“How’s she doing?” asked Father Brambati, nodding towards the baby.
Kylie, who was holding her, stared down into her face. “She’s sleeping.”
“She certainly needed that bottle,” he replied. “You’ll have to thank Jenny when we get to the mall.”
Jenny was up in the front with the limo driver, a burly guy who was bald and had plates in his ears and tattoos around his neck.
“So, you’re really a priest?” asked Allie.
Father Brambati smiled again. “Yes.”
“Where are you from?”
“Israel. Well, I’ve lived there for the last fifteen years. I’m originally from California.”
Kylie’s eyes widened. “Israel? But you’re a priest. I thought most of the people there were either Jewish or Islamic.”
He nodded. “Yes, but there are also those who are practicing Christians as well.”
“Where you in Israel when the zombies first showed up?” asked Allie.
He nodded and began coughing. “Sorry,” he said, pulling out a tissue. “Yes, I was in Israel when the epidemic struck. Fortunately, I was able to fly back over to the United States with a couple members of my church right before they shut down the airports.”
“Was it as bad there as it was here?” asked Kylie.
“I left before it became too bad, but yes, the zombies have infested every country in the world. There is no escaping them.”
Allie studied the priest intently, wondering why he had decided to come back to the U.S. “Why did you come back here? For family?”
Father Brambati glanced at Billie and smiled. “You could say that.”
“Are you okay, Billie?” asked Kylie.
Billie, who was obviously agitated, forced a smile. “I’m fine.”
“Would you like some water?” asked Father Brambati , now looking concerned. He leaned forward and grabbed a bottle out of the small refrigerator. “It might help.”
“We just need to get to the damn mall,” he said, eyeing Adria.
“You don’t look so good,” said Alli e, noticing that he was now as white as a ghost and beginning to sweat.
“Here,” said Father Brambati, handing him a box of tissues. “You’re sweating.”
Billie blotted his forehead. “What’s taking them so damn long to get us there?”
“We should be there soon,” said the priest , glancing out the window. “I suppose with the rain, it’s making it harder to see.”
Billie turned around and knocked on the window separating them from the driver.
The window opened. “Yes?” asked the driver.
“Step on it,” ordered Billie. “Nobody’s going to give you a ticket.”
“It’s not easy maneuvering this thing with the rain. The
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