out of the house. She was holding a child that looked to be about six or seven.
“Please, help. They are coming in from the back. Mr. Miller, can we come with you?” Tears were leaking down her face and her voice was several octaves too high, coming out at a high pitch screaming level. I was afraid she was going to attract some of the wrong type of attention if we didn’t get her settled down.
“Reese, where are your parents?” Blake put the Humvee into park and got out. He drew his gun and looked around for any sign of the dead. One came slowly around the corner of her house and Blake quickly dispatched it.
He was damn sexy when he showed off his skills.
The gun only made a slight popping sound and I realized Blake had equipped it with a silencer, a very illegal accessory. Nice.
“They went to the Coast for the weekend. My Aunt was staying with us, but she never came back from the grocery store. She went there when the news started showing the infected people were here. That was two days ago. We’re running out of food, please, Mr. Miller…I don’t know what to do.”
“Get in, you can’t stay here.” He pulled them forward and opened the back door. I noticed that both kids had backpacks on. They were probably getting ready to leave on their own, their chance of survival was minimal.
This time when Blake pulled from the curb, he didn’t stop. He didn’t even stop when we got to a large group of the dead, he just plowed right through them. The new addition to our party, Reese, began whimpering as the dead fell from the impact of the Humvee and were pulled under the oversized tires. The squish of their bodies a bizarre soundtrack to our current situation. It was fucking disturbing.
When Kirk began shooting at the zombies from his position on the roof, each discharge of the weapon had the children jumping.
I wasn’t used to dealing with emotional young people, but I knew in this situation I should probably say something as they cowered in the backseat. Maybe offer some sort of reassurance? I was an only child and my parents were not that hands-on, so I usually had a hard time with social graces and interactions of this nature, especially with children. She was just a kid though. I couldn’t imagine dealing with this situation when I was her age and having to take responsibility for a young child. I turned around in the seat and looked at the shivering child, holding her younger sister in her arms. The small child’s head pressed into her big sister’s chest.
“Hi, I’m Alexis.” Start simple. “I’m friends with Blake, um Mr. Miller. Who are you two?”
“Reese Billings, this is my sister Uma.”
“Uma, I love that name. You share your name with one of my favorite actresses. Is that who your parents named you for?”
Big eyes in a cute face, tracked with tears, turned around and greeted me. I had never seen anyone as scared as this little girl and it rocked me. She didn’t move, just stared, but Reese nodded. “My mom and dad love her movies too. I’m named after Reese Witherspoon. I don’t really like her Legally Blonde movies though.”
“Oh, she’s got much better movies, it’s a great name.” That got a smile out of Reese at least. “Just so you two know, we are going somewhere safe, really safe. Blake and Zachary are soldiers, and they are going to protect us. We have plenty of food and a safe location so none of these things can get to us. You did a really smart thing by running out and joining us, Reese.”
“I’m hungry,” the little girl piped up. I dug into my pack and pulled out two protein bars and a water bottle and handed it to the girls.
“It’s a chocolate bar, very yummy,” I said when the little girl looked at it funny. When I said chocolate she tore into the paper and I didn’t see it after that.
“Take your time,” her sister whispered and took a delicate bite of her own bar. Uma was done
“Please, help. They are coming in from the back. Mr. Miller, can we come with you?” Tears were leaking down her face and her voice was several octaves too high, coming out at a high pitch screaming level. I was afraid she was going to attract some of the wrong type of attention if we didn’t get her settled down.
“Reese, where are your parents?” Blake put the Humvee into park and got out. He drew his gun and looked around for any sign of the dead. One came slowly around the corner of her house and Blake quickly dispatched it.
He was damn sexy when he showed off his skills.
The gun only made a slight popping sound and I realized Blake had equipped it with a silencer, a very illegal accessory. Nice.
“They went to the Coast for the weekend. My Aunt was staying with us, but she never came back from the grocery store. She went there when the news started showing the infected people were here. That was two days ago. We’re running out of food, please, Mr. Miller…I don’t know what to do.”
“Get in, you can’t stay here.” He pulled them forward and opened the back door. I noticed that both kids had backpacks on. They were probably getting ready to leave on their own, their chance of survival was minimal.
This time when Blake pulled from the curb, he didn’t stop. He didn’t even stop when we got to a large group of the dead, he just plowed right through them. The new addition to our party, Reese, began whimpering as the dead fell from the impact of the Humvee and were pulled under the oversized tires. The squish of their bodies a bizarre soundtrack to our current situation. It was fucking disturbing.
When Kirk began shooting at the zombies from his position on the roof, each discharge of the weapon had the children jumping.
I wasn’t used to dealing with emotional young people, but I knew in this situation I should probably say something as they cowered in the backseat. Maybe offer some sort of reassurance? I was an only child and my parents were not that hands-on, so I usually had a hard time with social graces and interactions of this nature, especially with children. She was just a kid though. I couldn’t imagine dealing with this situation when I was her age and having to take responsibility for a young child. I turned around in the seat and looked at the shivering child, holding her younger sister in her arms. The small child’s head pressed into her big sister’s chest.
“Hi, I’m Alexis.” Start simple. “I’m friends with Blake, um Mr. Miller. Who are you two?”
“Reese Billings, this is my sister Uma.”
“Uma, I love that name. You share your name with one of my favorite actresses. Is that who your parents named you for?”
Big eyes in a cute face, tracked with tears, turned around and greeted me. I had never seen anyone as scared as this little girl and it rocked me. She didn’t move, just stared, but Reese nodded. “My mom and dad love her movies too. I’m named after Reese Witherspoon. I don’t really like her Legally Blonde movies though.”
“Oh, she’s got much better movies, it’s a great name.” That got a smile out of Reese at least. “Just so you two know, we are going somewhere safe, really safe. Blake and Zachary are soldiers, and they are going to protect us. We have plenty of food and a safe location so none of these things can get to us. You did a really smart thing by running out and joining us, Reese.”
“I’m hungry,” the little girl piped up. I dug into my pack and pulled out two protein bars and a water bottle and handed it to the girls.
“It’s a chocolate bar, very yummy,” I said when the little girl looked at it funny. When I said chocolate she tore into the paper and I didn’t see it after that.
“Take your time,” her sister whispered and took a delicate bite of her own bar. Uma was done
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