each choked on those words.
“C’mon, Cindy, you tell me you wouldn’t feel just a little better with that crazy retard and her ghosts gone once and for all,” Lee said.
Kevin had almost all he could take. Willa better hurry up or he was going to blow the whole thing. Thankfully, the next voice he heard was hers.
“Wow, I sure didn’t expect to find anybody here…hope I’m not intruding,” Willa said in a voice that did not match the woman he knew. This woman sounded like some mall bimbo who had wandered into the wrong department store by mistake.
There was a commotion and Kevin had to resist the urge to peek over the top of the wall until he heard the signal. What he did hear was the distinct sound of a sword being drawn from its scabbard. He looked down and double-checked Willa’s crossbow to ensure for the hundredth time that it was cocked and loaded.
“Put your hands behind your head and get on your knees,” Cindy ordered. If Kevin were a betting man, he would guess that Lee was too busy checking out the merchandise, so to speak.
“Whoa!” Willa exclaimed. “I wasn’t looking for any sort of trouble…I’ll just go.”
“You’ll get on your knees or I will run this thing through you and toss you over the wall,” Cindy insisted.
“I bet you can’t guess why I’m here,” Willa said.
Kevin took a deep breath; that was the signal. He stood just as the pair of sentries reached Willa, one on either side. He adjusted for the female since she was the one with the drawn weapon. The guy seemed content to take a more hands on approach it seemed. Kevin pulled the trigger. A second later, the female sentry staggered to the side, the feathered bolt sticking out of her back caught the sun and shimmered a bit when she fell facedown.
The man spun—just as Willa had told him would happen—and never saw the government-issued bayonet that plunged into the side of his neck. The blood came in the bright red arterial variety and caught Kevin a little by surprise. After killing zombies for so long, he had almost forgotten what happened when you shot or cut one of the living.
Kevin vaulted over the wall and slogged through the knee deep snow to where Willa was already striping the pair of anything useful. Kevin suddenly felt a bit queasy. He’d had all that anger fueling him when he took the shot. But now he was staring down into the face of a female who didn’t look much older than Heather.
“Make yourself useful,” Willa whispered.
Kevin knelt down beside the dead man and began rifling through his pockets and pouches. The weapons were an easy grab. He also found a set of handcuffs and a key ring.
Together, they headed back, staying in the footpath that had been carved out in the snow by numerous sentries. Kevin had a million questions, but he kept his mouth shut. Within just a couple minutes, he could see the large building that he had claimed as home. He cleaned it out and ensured that there were no zombies still inside. He had set everybody on tasks that would ensure their survival through the winter months.
One of the first things he’d done is figure out their food situation. He made sure that they secured enough food to make it for almost six months. Even with the addition of Valarie, they would be fine. Of course, the loss of Dr. Peter King had made it even more of a certainty. To think that some lunatic military faction had probably stripped the food storage made his blood boil.
Yet, no matter how much he tried, his mind could not clear itself of thoughts of Valarie. When he and Shari had found the girl alone, it had brought memories of his little sister Sara who also suffered from Down’s syndrome. He would go to his grave with her death on his conscience.
Willa froze right in front of him and he almost collided with her. He held his breath and looked around for what she might’ve seen. It took him a moment, but at last he saw what had caused her to stop. The edge of the flat landing
“C’mon, Cindy, you tell me you wouldn’t feel just a little better with that crazy retard and her ghosts gone once and for all,” Lee said.
Kevin had almost all he could take. Willa better hurry up or he was going to blow the whole thing. Thankfully, the next voice he heard was hers.
“Wow, I sure didn’t expect to find anybody here…hope I’m not intruding,” Willa said in a voice that did not match the woman he knew. This woman sounded like some mall bimbo who had wandered into the wrong department store by mistake.
There was a commotion and Kevin had to resist the urge to peek over the top of the wall until he heard the signal. What he did hear was the distinct sound of a sword being drawn from its scabbard. He looked down and double-checked Willa’s crossbow to ensure for the hundredth time that it was cocked and loaded.
“Put your hands behind your head and get on your knees,” Cindy ordered. If Kevin were a betting man, he would guess that Lee was too busy checking out the merchandise, so to speak.
“Whoa!” Willa exclaimed. “I wasn’t looking for any sort of trouble…I’ll just go.”
“You’ll get on your knees or I will run this thing through you and toss you over the wall,” Cindy insisted.
“I bet you can’t guess why I’m here,” Willa said.
Kevin took a deep breath; that was the signal. He stood just as the pair of sentries reached Willa, one on either side. He adjusted for the female since she was the one with the drawn weapon. The guy seemed content to take a more hands on approach it seemed. Kevin pulled the trigger. A second later, the female sentry staggered to the side, the feathered bolt sticking out of her back caught the sun and shimmered a bit when she fell facedown.
The man spun—just as Willa had told him would happen—and never saw the government-issued bayonet that plunged into the side of his neck. The blood came in the bright red arterial variety and caught Kevin a little by surprise. After killing zombies for so long, he had almost forgotten what happened when you shot or cut one of the living.
Kevin vaulted over the wall and slogged through the knee deep snow to where Willa was already striping the pair of anything useful. Kevin suddenly felt a bit queasy. He’d had all that anger fueling him when he took the shot. But now he was staring down into the face of a female who didn’t look much older than Heather.
“Make yourself useful,” Willa whispered.
Kevin knelt down beside the dead man and began rifling through his pockets and pouches. The weapons were an easy grab. He also found a set of handcuffs and a key ring.
Together, they headed back, staying in the footpath that had been carved out in the snow by numerous sentries. Kevin had a million questions, but he kept his mouth shut. Within just a couple minutes, he could see the large building that he had claimed as home. He cleaned it out and ensured that there were no zombies still inside. He had set everybody on tasks that would ensure their survival through the winter months.
One of the first things he’d done is figure out their food situation. He made sure that they secured enough food to make it for almost six months. Even with the addition of Valarie, they would be fine. Of course, the loss of Dr. Peter King had made it even more of a certainty. To think that some lunatic military faction had probably stripped the food storage made his blood boil.
Yet, no matter how much he tried, his mind could not clear itself of thoughts of Valarie. When he and Shari had found the girl alone, it had brought memories of his little sister Sara who also suffered from Down’s syndrome. He would go to his grave with her death on his conscience.
Willa froze right in front of him and he almost collided with her. He held his breath and looked around for what she might’ve seen. It took him a moment, but at last he saw what had caused her to stop. The edge of the flat landing
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