to laugh. Jet held up the katana. “Look what I found.” And she pulled it from the scabbard.
Jeff looked at it closely. “I know what this is.” He stared at it and started to shake his head. “Damn! I know, but it’s like… right on the edge of my mind and it won’t come out. I can almost see it. It’s on the tip of my tongue, but won’t come out. It starts with a ‘K’.” He groaned and shook his head in frustration.
Jet ran her hand over his shoulders. “I know you do… it’s alright. Don’t worry about it right now.”
He sat down on the couch and pulled her next to him. Putting his arm around her he smiled and said, “Hot chick with a sword.”
Jet blushed and asked with a smile, “Really? You think I’m hot?”
Jeff pulled her in closer and gave her a little kiss. “Yep, scorchin hot.”
Lisa sighed. “Okay, you two. Jet, come in here and help me with this.” She pointed. “Dedee and Amy, you too. I want you all in the kitchen now. You’re going to learn how to butcher and cook a chicken.”
Lisa went over what she knew with them and it finally made it into the oven. She thought about her feelings as she walked into Mark’s room and sat on the edge of the bed. These were feelings she wasn’t even aware of until this morning, or maybe she was and had convinced herself otherwise.
Confusing as it was for her, she had to face them now. She looked at him as he lay there in the bed. She imagined what things would be like if he wasn’t with her tomorrow. An empty feeling started to grow inside of her and she had to drop the thought, then she wondered if she should tell him.
She felt afraid and vulnerable. What if he didn’t feel the same way about her? His rejection might make things even more difficult and awkward. She decided she needed to say something now because she may not have the chance later. Softly, she said, “Mark, there’s something I need to say.”
He began to move and looked over at her. With his eyes partially open, he asked, “What’s going on?”
She slid off the edge of the bed. “Hey, he’s awake.” There was a since of relief at seeing him awake. It was like a weight had been lifted off her. She moved closer and asked him, “How are you feeling?”
“My leg hurts like a bitch and I’m really tired. Other than that, everything’s peachy.”
Tami and Sheryl were the first ones through the door, followed by everyone else. Tami took his blood presser and said it was better, but still very low. Sheryl checked his wound and applied a fresh wrap. Jet showed him the sword she found in the sewing room and Jeff told Mark about him and Lisa catching chickens for dinner. Mark seemed to tire quickly so Sheryl had everyone leave the room.
On her way out, Sheryl turned to Lisa. “I’ll leave to two alone to talk.”
Puzzled, Mark asked, “What did she mean by that? Is there something going on I don’t know about?”
She thought about telling him the truth, but instead she replied, “Oh, we’re just going to need to stay here until you get your strength back. Jeff and I will keep checking for zombies, but we’re way out away from town so it should be safe.”
“Hey, Lisa, when I was waking up, you said you needed to tell me something. Was that it?”
“No, it was something else.” She hesitated as Mark looked into her eyes and waited for her response. “We’re having chicken and I was going to bring you a piece if you wanted one.”
“Yes, I’d love a piece.” He gave her a gentle smile.
VIII
Lisa woke to the sound of a heavy thump. Looking around the room, she saw that Jet, Amy, and Dedee were all in bed asleep. Carefully, she got up and grabbed her pistol up off the nightstand. She quickly moved to the door and peeked through the crack, but she didn’t see anything. Stepping as lightly as she could, she went down the hallway and into the living room.
Sheryl was asleep on one couch, but she noticed Tami was not on the other
Jeff looked at it closely. “I know what this is.” He stared at it and started to shake his head. “Damn! I know, but it’s like… right on the edge of my mind and it won’t come out. I can almost see it. It’s on the tip of my tongue, but won’t come out. It starts with a ‘K’.” He groaned and shook his head in frustration.
Jet ran her hand over his shoulders. “I know you do… it’s alright. Don’t worry about it right now.”
He sat down on the couch and pulled her next to him. Putting his arm around her he smiled and said, “Hot chick with a sword.”
Jet blushed and asked with a smile, “Really? You think I’m hot?”
Jeff pulled her in closer and gave her a little kiss. “Yep, scorchin hot.”
Lisa sighed. “Okay, you two. Jet, come in here and help me with this.” She pointed. “Dedee and Amy, you too. I want you all in the kitchen now. You’re going to learn how to butcher and cook a chicken.”
Lisa went over what she knew with them and it finally made it into the oven. She thought about her feelings as she walked into Mark’s room and sat on the edge of the bed. These were feelings she wasn’t even aware of until this morning, or maybe she was and had convinced herself otherwise.
Confusing as it was for her, she had to face them now. She looked at him as he lay there in the bed. She imagined what things would be like if he wasn’t with her tomorrow. An empty feeling started to grow inside of her and she had to drop the thought, then she wondered if she should tell him.
She felt afraid and vulnerable. What if he didn’t feel the same way about her? His rejection might make things even more difficult and awkward. She decided she needed to say something now because she may not have the chance later. Softly, she said, “Mark, there’s something I need to say.”
He began to move and looked over at her. With his eyes partially open, he asked, “What’s going on?”
She slid off the edge of the bed. “Hey, he’s awake.” There was a since of relief at seeing him awake. It was like a weight had been lifted off her. She moved closer and asked him, “How are you feeling?”
“My leg hurts like a bitch and I’m really tired. Other than that, everything’s peachy.”
Tami and Sheryl were the first ones through the door, followed by everyone else. Tami took his blood presser and said it was better, but still very low. Sheryl checked his wound and applied a fresh wrap. Jet showed him the sword she found in the sewing room and Jeff told Mark about him and Lisa catching chickens for dinner. Mark seemed to tire quickly so Sheryl had everyone leave the room.
On her way out, Sheryl turned to Lisa. “I’ll leave to two alone to talk.”
Puzzled, Mark asked, “What did she mean by that? Is there something going on I don’t know about?”
She thought about telling him the truth, but instead she replied, “Oh, we’re just going to need to stay here until you get your strength back. Jeff and I will keep checking for zombies, but we’re way out away from town so it should be safe.”
“Hey, Lisa, when I was waking up, you said you needed to tell me something. Was that it?”
“No, it was something else.” She hesitated as Mark looked into her eyes and waited for her response. “We’re having chicken and I was going to bring you a piece if you wanted one.”
“Yes, I’d love a piece.” He gave her a gentle smile.
VIII
Lisa woke to the sound of a heavy thump. Looking around the room, she saw that Jet, Amy, and Dedee were all in bed asleep. Carefully, she got up and grabbed her pistol up off the nightstand. She quickly moved to the door and peeked through the crack, but she didn’t see anything. Stepping as lightly as she could, she went down the hallway and into the living room.
Sheryl was asleep on one couch, but she noticed Tami was not on the other
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