sighed. “Okay, I guess. I’ve only had a couple of sessions with them.”
I nodded, and was about to change the subject, but she apparently wanted to talk about it. “They believe I’ve been confusing sex for love, and that’s why I’ve been so promiscuous.”
“Are you talking about your past?”
“Yeah, my uncle wasn’t bullshitting you that night. It didn’t take very much for a boy to talk me into giving a blowjob, and when the good Captain began molesting me, I was convinced it was an act of love. The docs said I was using sex as a way of getting the attention I was otherwise missing.”
“I hope they’re helping,” I finally said. I sincerely meant it. She had been through a lot and I knew she had nightmares as much as I did.
“Oh, and when I started talking about you, they seemed surprised when I told them you turned me down for sex.”
I glanced over at her. I was a little uncomfortable that my name was coming up, and a little perturbed at their reaction. “Oh yeah? Why is that?”
“They said most teenage boys let their overactive hormones override their sensibilities. I think they were impressed you established boundaries in our relationship. They said you were a true friend to me.”
I glanced over at her again. “What do you think of their assessment, Miss Andrea?”
She grinned. “Oh, you can come up with the craziest ideas, but yeah, you’re a good friend.”
She suddenly stopped the truck, leaned over, and hugged me. I responded by ruffling her hair, which I knew irritated the crap out of her. She slapped me on the chest and sat back in her seat.
We rode the length of Concord Road and turned onto Franklin Pike before either of us spoke again.
“Zach, is Tommy retarded or something?” Andie tentatively asked.
I took my time before answering. “I don’t think he’s mentally retarded, but yes, he is a little slow. He’s one of those kids who needed a little more tutoring and parenting than the average kid and he hasn’t had either, so I’d say he’s a little underdeveloped emotionally and intellectually.”
“Oh, I guess it makes sense.”
“Don’t worry though. He’s got a lot of mentors now and a sister who dotes on him. He’s going to be fine.”
“As long as you don’t go teaching him any of your bizarre ideas, like this one for instance,” Andie replied with more sarcasm in her tone. “This one is definitely bizarre, even for you.”
“Yeah, I heard you the first thirty times you told me,” I muttered.
With Benny’s help, Fred and I had a trap built quickly. It was a six foot by six foot configuration of scrap metal welded together to form a square cage with a spring loaded door, designed to shut and lock when a zombie walked inside it.
“Why did you decide to put the cage there?” she asked, pointing down Franklin Road.
“The day we had the picnic on the golf course, remember the zombies who eluded us?” she nodded at me. “That group seemed to be more than mindless flesh eaters,” I explained as we approached the Mack Hatcher Parkway. “I specifically want to catch one of those,” I gestured with a nod of my head, “and I believe we’ve succeeded.”
Andie peered closer. “Holy shit, we did!”
There was one of them inside the cage and three more standing around it. They all turned at the sound of us approaching and stood there, watching us approach. Andie stopped fifty feet away and watched them for a moment.
“Are they protecting their friend?” Andie asked.
“Hell if I know,” I replied. It was three men, or what used to be men. I gestured at them. “They’re all dressed in winter clothing and each one is wearing a heavy jacket.”
“So, what does that mean?” Andie asked.
“When the shit really started to happen, it was cold, but not freezing cold. They’re dressed like they were outside during freezing cold.”
“So they turned sometime in December?”
“Yeah, I’d say so,” I answered. “Plus, the heavy
I nodded, and was about to change the subject, but she apparently wanted to talk about it. “They believe I’ve been confusing sex for love, and that’s why I’ve been so promiscuous.”
“Are you talking about your past?”
“Yeah, my uncle wasn’t bullshitting you that night. It didn’t take very much for a boy to talk me into giving a blowjob, and when the good Captain began molesting me, I was convinced it was an act of love. The docs said I was using sex as a way of getting the attention I was otherwise missing.”
“I hope they’re helping,” I finally said. I sincerely meant it. She had been through a lot and I knew she had nightmares as much as I did.
“Oh, and when I started talking about you, they seemed surprised when I told them you turned me down for sex.”
I glanced over at her. I was a little uncomfortable that my name was coming up, and a little perturbed at their reaction. “Oh yeah? Why is that?”
“They said most teenage boys let their overactive hormones override their sensibilities. I think they were impressed you established boundaries in our relationship. They said you were a true friend to me.”
I glanced over at her again. “What do you think of their assessment, Miss Andrea?”
She grinned. “Oh, you can come up with the craziest ideas, but yeah, you’re a good friend.”
She suddenly stopped the truck, leaned over, and hugged me. I responded by ruffling her hair, which I knew irritated the crap out of her. She slapped me on the chest and sat back in her seat.
We rode the length of Concord Road and turned onto Franklin Pike before either of us spoke again.
“Zach, is Tommy retarded or something?” Andie tentatively asked.
I took my time before answering. “I don’t think he’s mentally retarded, but yes, he is a little slow. He’s one of those kids who needed a little more tutoring and parenting than the average kid and he hasn’t had either, so I’d say he’s a little underdeveloped emotionally and intellectually.”
“Oh, I guess it makes sense.”
“Don’t worry though. He’s got a lot of mentors now and a sister who dotes on him. He’s going to be fine.”
“As long as you don’t go teaching him any of your bizarre ideas, like this one for instance,” Andie replied with more sarcasm in her tone. “This one is definitely bizarre, even for you.”
“Yeah, I heard you the first thirty times you told me,” I muttered.
With Benny’s help, Fred and I had a trap built quickly. It was a six foot by six foot configuration of scrap metal welded together to form a square cage with a spring loaded door, designed to shut and lock when a zombie walked inside it.
“Why did you decide to put the cage there?” she asked, pointing down Franklin Road.
“The day we had the picnic on the golf course, remember the zombies who eluded us?” she nodded at me. “That group seemed to be more than mindless flesh eaters,” I explained as we approached the Mack Hatcher Parkway. “I specifically want to catch one of those,” I gestured with a nod of my head, “and I believe we’ve succeeded.”
Andie peered closer. “Holy shit, we did!”
There was one of them inside the cage and three more standing around it. They all turned at the sound of us approaching and stood there, watching us approach. Andie stopped fifty feet away and watched them for a moment.
“Are they protecting their friend?” Andie asked.
“Hell if I know,” I replied. It was three men, or what used to be men. I gestured at them. “They’re all dressed in winter clothing and each one is wearing a heavy jacket.”
“So, what does that mean?” Andie asked.
“When the shit really started to happen, it was cold, but not freezing cold. They’re dressed like they were outside during freezing cold.”
“So they turned sometime in December?”
“Yeah, I’d say so,” I answered. “Plus, the heavy
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