then exhaled. “I don’t know. For now, sure, leave him here. I'm not sure what to do with him just yet”
Tammy raised her eyebrows. “That doesn’t make me feel any better.”
Brenda looked back at her friend. “Me neither.”
“Leave him for now then,” Tammy said. “Let’s go check out some of these houses. If he’s still here when we get back, we’ll figure out what we wanna do.”
“Deal,” Brenda replied.
The two women made their way into four houses after leaving the stranger. They found some additional canned food, some matches, and a few other items they thought might be useful. Brenda also found a pair of insulated gloves and a school backpack. On a whim she kept them for the stranger, just in case.
Each time they walked out of a house they peered down the street to see if the stranger was sitting where they'd left him. Each time he was. They spent almost an hour pilfering through the houses they thought might prove fruitful. When they were finished the stranger still sat in the street, rocking back and forth.
Tammy and Brenda walked back down to where the stranger sat, keeping their guns trained on him in case he made an aggressive move. He didn't. He remained seated on the street, rocking back and forth. Brenda looked at Tammy, raising her eyebrows.
Tammy shook her head. “Leave him,” she said. “Maybe this guy’s crazy, or maybe he’s crazy like a fox. Either way, it’s a bad idea.”
Brenda considered Tammy’s comments. It was dangerous to bring him along. They didn’t know anything about this guy, save for his name. Keeping the gun pointed at him, she tossed the backpack and the gloves down on the ground beside him. Maybe he was dangerous, but that dazed look he had...she’d seen it before. She opened her mouth to speak, but never made it that far.
“Oh shit,” Tammy said. “Here comes trouble.”
Brenda looked up. Coming from the end of the the subdivision street were three carriers, moving slowly and aimlessly. Brenda's skin crawled at the sight of them. Based on their level of disinterest she was reasonably certain hadn’t been spotted yet.
“We gotta get out of here,” Tammy said in a low voice.
“But our friend here...” Brenda began.
“We have to leave him.” Tammy was visibly impatient.
Brenda glanced from Dave back to the three carriers. “They'll tear him to fuckin' pieces.”
That’s his problem, sister, not ours.”
“Yeah,” Brenda replied. She looked down at the stranger. “You said you’re name is Dave, right?”
He looked up at her.
“Listen to me. You need to run. Deadwalkers are heading this way.”
He nodded at her.
“I mean it,” Brenda told him, then both women turned to walk away. She glanced down the street at the carriers; they were still well into the distance and still meandering. It wouldn’t take long though before they were spotted.
She then looked back at the stranger. He was still sitting where they’d left him.
“He’s not moving,” she said to Tammy.
“That’s not our problem, Brenda.”
They continued walking. Brenda glanced back at the stranger. She watched as he looked directly at the carriers, then returned his gaze back down to the ground. He continued rocking as if they weren't even there.
Brenda stopped walking. “Wait,” she said to Tammy.
Tammy stopped and turned around, looking at Dave. “Fucking leave him Brenda!” Her voice was filled with nervous frustration.
Just then the carriers spotted the girls and began running toward then. Two of them were slow, injured or weakened, but one was much faster than the others. It bore down on Dave with frightening aggression and speed.
“I have to do something,” Brenda said. “We can’t just leave him here.”
“Yes we can. The only thing we have to do is run.”
“But they’ll kill him, and that'll be on our conscience,” Brenda countered.
“That’s not our problem anymore. We can’t save the fuckin’ world, Brenda. If we stay here
Tammy raised her eyebrows. “That doesn’t make me feel any better.”
Brenda looked back at her friend. “Me neither.”
“Leave him for now then,” Tammy said. “Let’s go check out some of these houses. If he’s still here when we get back, we’ll figure out what we wanna do.”
“Deal,” Brenda replied.
The two women made their way into four houses after leaving the stranger. They found some additional canned food, some matches, and a few other items they thought might be useful. Brenda also found a pair of insulated gloves and a school backpack. On a whim she kept them for the stranger, just in case.
Each time they walked out of a house they peered down the street to see if the stranger was sitting where they'd left him. Each time he was. They spent almost an hour pilfering through the houses they thought might prove fruitful. When they were finished the stranger still sat in the street, rocking back and forth.
Tammy and Brenda walked back down to where the stranger sat, keeping their guns trained on him in case he made an aggressive move. He didn't. He remained seated on the street, rocking back and forth. Brenda looked at Tammy, raising her eyebrows.
Tammy shook her head. “Leave him,” she said. “Maybe this guy’s crazy, or maybe he’s crazy like a fox. Either way, it’s a bad idea.”
Brenda considered Tammy’s comments. It was dangerous to bring him along. They didn’t know anything about this guy, save for his name. Keeping the gun pointed at him, she tossed the backpack and the gloves down on the ground beside him. Maybe he was dangerous, but that dazed look he had...she’d seen it before. She opened her mouth to speak, but never made it that far.
“Oh shit,” Tammy said. “Here comes trouble.”
Brenda looked up. Coming from the end of the the subdivision street were three carriers, moving slowly and aimlessly. Brenda's skin crawled at the sight of them. Based on their level of disinterest she was reasonably certain hadn’t been spotted yet.
“We gotta get out of here,” Tammy said in a low voice.
“But our friend here...” Brenda began.
“We have to leave him.” Tammy was visibly impatient.
Brenda glanced from Dave back to the three carriers. “They'll tear him to fuckin' pieces.”
That’s his problem, sister, not ours.”
“Yeah,” Brenda replied. She looked down at the stranger. “You said you’re name is Dave, right?”
He looked up at her.
“Listen to me. You need to run. Deadwalkers are heading this way.”
He nodded at her.
“I mean it,” Brenda told him, then both women turned to walk away. She glanced down the street at the carriers; they were still well into the distance and still meandering. It wouldn’t take long though before they were spotted.
She then looked back at the stranger. He was still sitting where they’d left him.
“He’s not moving,” she said to Tammy.
“That’s not our problem, Brenda.”
They continued walking. Brenda glanced back at the stranger. She watched as he looked directly at the carriers, then returned his gaze back down to the ground. He continued rocking as if they weren't even there.
Brenda stopped walking. “Wait,” she said to Tammy.
Tammy stopped and turned around, looking at Dave. “Fucking leave him Brenda!” Her voice was filled with nervous frustration.
Just then the carriers spotted the girls and began running toward then. Two of them were slow, injured or weakened, but one was much faster than the others. It bore down on Dave with frightening aggression and speed.
“I have to do something,” Brenda said. “We can’t just leave him here.”
“Yes we can. The only thing we have to do is run.”
“But they’ll kill him, and that'll be on our conscience,” Brenda countered.
“That’s not our problem anymore. We can’t save the fuckin’ world, Brenda. If we stay here
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