a while but she didn't blame him, all she could think about doing was resting, she couldn't imagine climbing that wall again.
As they made their way back to the gated community, Luke was excitedly telling Helen about the drone and how they were using it to gather as much information about the behaviour of zombies as possible. She barely even responded to what he was saying, too tired to feign interest but absorbing what he was telling her.
He explained how he'd modified it himself and, with a bit of help, was in the process of connecting it to an old mobile phone using the Bluetooth connection, allowing it to follow him round without him having to guide it. He started to explain how he was hoping to implement a few of them, if they could get a reliable network set up with Helen's help. He mentioned the possibility of adding weapons to them and how it would revolutionise their fight back but he quickly got the impression that Helen didn't want to talk.
They spent the rest of the walk in silence, allowing Helen to realise just how close she had come to dying, not just in the car park but also earlier on when she had allowed her attention to slip. She felt like she was being too reckless with her safety, she was normally so careful with Scott and Dennis. At that moment, she couldn't wait to give them the Internet access they wanted and get back to her small group. If she spent much longer with these people, they were going to get her killed.
Chapter Five
They used the same gates they had driven through earlier to get back into the compound, Helen wondered if the procedures earlier had been exaggerated to make her feel like they were more security conscious than they actually were.
"Liz, do you have any spare clothes Helen here could have?"
The only female in the group turned around to address Mark's question, "Sure." She changed her attention to Helen directly, "You can get cleaned up at mine. I don't exactly have a warm shower but it's warmer than freezing."
Helen felt that the woman's words sounded friendly enough but her face didn't give any emotion away. She was hard to read which was something Helen didn't like, ironic as she considered herself hard to read.
"Thank you."
Mark continued, "Luke, you come back to mine and we'll go through the drone footage. Helen, have a bit of a rest and something to eat. Come over to mine when you're ready."
Helen nodded. When she turned her attention back to the woman whose house she was going to, the woman was already picking up an old wooden set of ladders that had been lay on the driveway of the house right in front of them. Helen sighed as she realised she would have to do a bit more climbing before she was in a position to relax.
She climbed the ladder to an improvised platform at the bottom of the roof that circled round to the back of the house. Even climbing the rungs of the ladder was hard work after her battle. Her calves screamed in protest with every step and the tips of her fingers were sore from grabbing on to clothing. As she reached the top she felt light headed for a second and had to pause to steady herself, she hoped the woman who was following her didn't notice. The adrenaline surge from earlier had now subsided and left her feeling physically and emotionally exhausted. She tried to remember the last time she had eaten something, struggling to think clearly.
Without needing to be told, she followed the boards around the edge of the roof to an opening at the rear of the building, nearly identical to the one she had seen in Mark's house. The layout seemed to make sense, standardised.
Helen waited at the opening as if waiting for the owner of a house to open the door for her or tell her she had permission to enter, Liz caught up and invited her in. Helen followed Liz inside and was surprised to see a tent inside the empty room. Liz must have noticed her looking because she addressed it.
"I like staying in here incase I need to bug out for any reason. Makes me
As they made their way back to the gated community, Luke was excitedly telling Helen about the drone and how they were using it to gather as much information about the behaviour of zombies as possible. She barely even responded to what he was saying, too tired to feign interest but absorbing what he was telling her.
He explained how he'd modified it himself and, with a bit of help, was in the process of connecting it to an old mobile phone using the Bluetooth connection, allowing it to follow him round without him having to guide it. He started to explain how he was hoping to implement a few of them, if they could get a reliable network set up with Helen's help. He mentioned the possibility of adding weapons to them and how it would revolutionise their fight back but he quickly got the impression that Helen didn't want to talk.
They spent the rest of the walk in silence, allowing Helen to realise just how close she had come to dying, not just in the car park but also earlier on when she had allowed her attention to slip. She felt like she was being too reckless with her safety, she was normally so careful with Scott and Dennis. At that moment, she couldn't wait to give them the Internet access they wanted and get back to her small group. If she spent much longer with these people, they were going to get her killed.
Chapter Five
They used the same gates they had driven through earlier to get back into the compound, Helen wondered if the procedures earlier had been exaggerated to make her feel like they were more security conscious than they actually were.
"Liz, do you have any spare clothes Helen here could have?"
The only female in the group turned around to address Mark's question, "Sure." She changed her attention to Helen directly, "You can get cleaned up at mine. I don't exactly have a warm shower but it's warmer than freezing."
Helen felt that the woman's words sounded friendly enough but her face didn't give any emotion away. She was hard to read which was something Helen didn't like, ironic as she considered herself hard to read.
"Thank you."
Mark continued, "Luke, you come back to mine and we'll go through the drone footage. Helen, have a bit of a rest and something to eat. Come over to mine when you're ready."
Helen nodded. When she turned her attention back to the woman whose house she was going to, the woman was already picking up an old wooden set of ladders that had been lay on the driveway of the house right in front of them. Helen sighed as she realised she would have to do a bit more climbing before she was in a position to relax.
She climbed the ladder to an improvised platform at the bottom of the roof that circled round to the back of the house. Even climbing the rungs of the ladder was hard work after her battle. Her calves screamed in protest with every step and the tips of her fingers were sore from grabbing on to clothing. As she reached the top she felt light headed for a second and had to pause to steady herself, she hoped the woman who was following her didn't notice. The adrenaline surge from earlier had now subsided and left her feeling physically and emotionally exhausted. She tried to remember the last time she had eaten something, struggling to think clearly.
Without needing to be told, she followed the boards around the edge of the roof to an opening at the rear of the building, nearly identical to the one she had seen in Mark's house. The layout seemed to make sense, standardised.
Helen waited at the opening as if waiting for the owner of a house to open the door for her or tell her she had permission to enter, Liz caught up and invited her in. Helen followed Liz inside and was surprised to see a tent inside the empty room. Liz must have noticed her looking because she addressed it.
"I like staying in here incase I need to bug out for any reason. Makes me
Similar Books
