looked pointedly at the two psychologists.
“Let me explain. I have no interest in torturing them, conducting pain tolerance testing, or anything else like Boom-Boom did. I want to test their cognitive functions. I want to find out at what level they’re thinking again,” I watched them as I spoke. They were definitely interested, and then I glanced sidelong at them. “Then I’ll kill it.”
The three men looked me over, I guess to see if there was a punch line coming. I grabbed one of my notepads and tore out a couple of pages.
“Fred and I drafted a few rough drawings of how it should be built. I don’t know if anyone told you, he’s an engineer as well,” I said. Benny looked at me questioningly. “I think he has a degree in mechanical engineering. Among other things, he built greenhouses for a living. So, all of that scrap steel you guys have left over, I’d like to use some of it to build the cage.” Benny turned the sheets of paper toward him and began silently studying them.
I flipped through a couple of pages and showed them to the psychologists. “Here are some testing formats I thought would be appropriate in determining cognitive functions. Since you two have far more experience in this area, perhaps y’all have a better idea of what tests should be conducted.”
The three men perused my notes for several minutes. Hearing a vehicle outside, I met Julie, Andie, and little Frederick at the door. He was asleep in her arms.
“He had so much fun with Rhonda he’s worn out. I’m going to put him down,” she disappeared down the hallway. Andie pinched me on the butt as she walked into the kitchen.
“How’s it going?” Julie asked as she carefully placed Frederick in the crib and covered him with a blanket.
“Pretty good,” I said. She straightened and the two of us shared a quiet moment together watching our sleeping child.
“Terry said he wants to move into the old house. He thinks he can make it livable.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked as I put my arms around her.
“Yeah, I think it’ll be a good idea,” she turned to face me. My hands wandered down to her backside and I pulled her close.
“Somebody wants to get frisky,” she murmured as I kissed her in the nape of the neck. I mumbled in agreement and kissed her some more. She let out a small moan before she pushed me away.
“We have company,” she whispered. “You’ll have to wait until bed time. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you have your way with me,” she then lightly bit my earlobe and walked out of the bedroom. I watched her retreating backside and then looked back at my son. Sometimes, it all seemed surreal. In addition to being a father to a healthy baby, I had helped bring together a group of survivors. It was a wonderful, yet frightening feeling. I had a moment of anxiety at the thought of failing them somehow.
Chapter 11 – The Trap is Sprung
Andie and I started out at day break. Julie had no interest and said she’d rather wash diapers than fool with a zombie. After a quick breakfast we geared up, jumped in the truck, and headed toward the location where we had put the cage the afternoon before. Andie insisted on driving.
“How’re things with you?” I asked as she turned onto Concord Road. She shrugged.
“Okay, I guess.”
“How’s the journal coming?”
“It’s mostly up to date, except I keep getting the names of everyone in the new group mixed up. Do you?”
“Well, let’s see, there’s Benny, the Asian guy, and his wife, Tonya. Then there’s Tonya’s little brother Anthony, and his wife Carla. They’re the smarmy looking couple who walk around acting like they’re superior to everyone else. There’s Gus, the jowly, pear shaped looking dude, and his three little brats, Vince, Melinda, and Melissa, and, don’t forget Marc and Ward.”
“Yeah, how can I forget them,” Andie said with a little sarcasm in her tone.
“How’re your talks going with them?” I asked tentatively.
She
“Let me explain. I have no interest in torturing them, conducting pain tolerance testing, or anything else like Boom-Boom did. I want to test their cognitive functions. I want to find out at what level they’re thinking again,” I watched them as I spoke. They were definitely interested, and then I glanced sidelong at them. “Then I’ll kill it.”
The three men looked me over, I guess to see if there was a punch line coming. I grabbed one of my notepads and tore out a couple of pages.
“Fred and I drafted a few rough drawings of how it should be built. I don’t know if anyone told you, he’s an engineer as well,” I said. Benny looked at me questioningly. “I think he has a degree in mechanical engineering. Among other things, he built greenhouses for a living. So, all of that scrap steel you guys have left over, I’d like to use some of it to build the cage.” Benny turned the sheets of paper toward him and began silently studying them.
I flipped through a couple of pages and showed them to the psychologists. “Here are some testing formats I thought would be appropriate in determining cognitive functions. Since you two have far more experience in this area, perhaps y’all have a better idea of what tests should be conducted.”
The three men perused my notes for several minutes. Hearing a vehicle outside, I met Julie, Andie, and little Frederick at the door. He was asleep in her arms.
“He had so much fun with Rhonda he’s worn out. I’m going to put him down,” she disappeared down the hallway. Andie pinched me on the butt as she walked into the kitchen.
“How’s it going?” Julie asked as she carefully placed Frederick in the crib and covered him with a blanket.
“Pretty good,” I said. She straightened and the two of us shared a quiet moment together watching our sleeping child.
“Terry said he wants to move into the old house. He thinks he can make it livable.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked as I put my arms around her.
“Yeah, I think it’ll be a good idea,” she turned to face me. My hands wandered down to her backside and I pulled her close.
“Somebody wants to get frisky,” she murmured as I kissed her in the nape of the neck. I mumbled in agreement and kissed her some more. She let out a small moan before she pushed me away.
“We have company,” she whispered. “You’ll have to wait until bed time. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you have your way with me,” she then lightly bit my earlobe and walked out of the bedroom. I watched her retreating backside and then looked back at my son. Sometimes, it all seemed surreal. In addition to being a father to a healthy baby, I had helped bring together a group of survivors. It was a wonderful, yet frightening feeling. I had a moment of anxiety at the thought of failing them somehow.
Chapter 11 – The Trap is Sprung
Andie and I started out at day break. Julie had no interest and said she’d rather wash diapers than fool with a zombie. After a quick breakfast we geared up, jumped in the truck, and headed toward the location where we had put the cage the afternoon before. Andie insisted on driving.
“How’re things with you?” I asked as she turned onto Concord Road. She shrugged.
“Okay, I guess.”
“How’s the journal coming?”
“It’s mostly up to date, except I keep getting the names of everyone in the new group mixed up. Do you?”
“Well, let’s see, there’s Benny, the Asian guy, and his wife, Tonya. Then there’s Tonya’s little brother Anthony, and his wife Carla. They’re the smarmy looking couple who walk around acting like they’re superior to everyone else. There’s Gus, the jowly, pear shaped looking dude, and his three little brats, Vince, Melinda, and Melissa, and, don’t forget Marc and Ward.”
“Yeah, how can I forget them,” Andie said with a little sarcasm in her tone.
“How’re your talks going with them?” I asked tentatively.
She
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