supposed to do? I'm surrounded…” I said in a scolding tone .
Dammit, couldn't he have told me sooner this was going to be a problem? I thought to myself.
“She's been taking half doses and stuff, we've been trying to ration it as best we can, but it's not going to happen, she's already been getting sick. We have to do something man, she ain't go ing to make it if we don'; I really need your help!” Rick was talking so fast I could barely understand the words .
“Okay, okay” I whispered , “alright...just shut up for a minute okay!” I need ed a moment to think.
“How much medication does she have left?” I questioned.
I heard him rustle about as he turned and spoke with Amanda. She was far from the radio when she answered, but I could tell that she didn't sound so hot. Her response was muffled so I couldn't make out all of what was said, just that she sounded weak.
A moment or two later Rick responded.
“She has about three days left if she takes full doses”, he replied.
“Okay listen, I need a little bit to think, just...” I took a deep breath and ran my hand through my hair. “I'll call you back in about thirty minutes okay? We will figure something out.”
“Okay thanks”, Rick knew what he was asking. He knew as well as I that we were most likely going to die, with our chances of coming out of this alive slim to nothing.
Closing the door to the bright, almost cheerful garden room I walked into the still darkness that was the rest of the house. I pulled a chair out from under the dinner table. I sat there staring up at the ceiling with my arms outstretched in front of me as if I were praying; and I won't deny that I wasn't. For twenty minutes I just sat thinking, thinking and listening to those damned creatures outside.
It pissed me off it was a situation that could have been avoided . A s I re considered the situation I realized it wasn't anyone's fault. There was nothing Amanda could have done. My god, it had all happened so fast that we barely had time to get to home before the shit hit the fan; it was that quick. It was just one of those things, but it still didn't make the idea of dying any more acceptable or appealing.
I knew there had to be a way to do this without ending up as fodder inside the belly of a rotting corpse. The problem was getting out of the house unnoticed and getting to Rick and Amanda. I ran various scenarios through my mind, soon an idea started to emerge. I knew my house, where I could go and where I couldn't but Rick's was a different story. I knew his house but could only guess at its present condition. He had twice as many of those damned ‘things’ to deal with as I did, if his estimates were accurate. It really didn't matter, no matter what we did it was all going to be risky and the longer we waited the worse off we would be. I decided to go ahead and call Rick with the plan I had come up with.
My hand was shaking as I thought about what I was going to tell him. “Rick, you there? ”. My finger came off the button as I waited....
“Yeah, I'm here.”
“I want you to take a deep breath and listen close, we only have one shot to do this right. First I need to know what your situation is, how many of those things have you got out there? I need to know Amanda's condition; tell me everything.”
“Alright, there's um...... 'bout a hundred of those fuckers outside, most of them are in the front yard. Amanda is tired and nauseous, but she can make it,” he said.
“Okay, here is what I want you to do. Get Amanda on her full medication; we need her as strong as possible. You are going to have to prepare h er; she is going to have to face these things and we don't need her freaking out on us, we will have enough to deal with as it is. I want you to get a backpack and stuff it full of everything you need, and make sure you bring your twelve-gauge; you got me so far?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I got you.”
“Alright now, does that
Dammit, couldn't he have told me sooner this was going to be a problem? I thought to myself.
“She's been taking half doses and stuff, we've been trying to ration it as best we can, but it's not going to happen, she's already been getting sick. We have to do something man, she ain't go ing to make it if we don'; I really need your help!” Rick was talking so fast I could barely understand the words .
“Okay, okay” I whispered , “alright...just shut up for a minute okay!” I need ed a moment to think.
“How much medication does she have left?” I questioned.
I heard him rustle about as he turned and spoke with Amanda. She was far from the radio when she answered, but I could tell that she didn't sound so hot. Her response was muffled so I couldn't make out all of what was said, just that she sounded weak.
A moment or two later Rick responded.
“She has about three days left if she takes full doses”, he replied.
“Okay listen, I need a little bit to think, just...” I took a deep breath and ran my hand through my hair. “I'll call you back in about thirty minutes okay? We will figure something out.”
“Okay thanks”, Rick knew what he was asking. He knew as well as I that we were most likely going to die, with our chances of coming out of this alive slim to nothing.
Closing the door to the bright, almost cheerful garden room I walked into the still darkness that was the rest of the house. I pulled a chair out from under the dinner table. I sat there staring up at the ceiling with my arms outstretched in front of me as if I were praying; and I won't deny that I wasn't. For twenty minutes I just sat thinking, thinking and listening to those damned creatures outside.
It pissed me off it was a situation that could have been avoided . A s I re considered the situation I realized it wasn't anyone's fault. There was nothing Amanda could have done. My god, it had all happened so fast that we barely had time to get to home before the shit hit the fan; it was that quick. It was just one of those things, but it still didn't make the idea of dying any more acceptable or appealing.
I knew there had to be a way to do this without ending up as fodder inside the belly of a rotting corpse. The problem was getting out of the house unnoticed and getting to Rick and Amanda. I ran various scenarios through my mind, soon an idea started to emerge. I knew my house, where I could go and where I couldn't but Rick's was a different story. I knew his house but could only guess at its present condition. He had twice as many of those damned ‘things’ to deal with as I did, if his estimates were accurate. It really didn't matter, no matter what we did it was all going to be risky and the longer we waited the worse off we would be. I decided to go ahead and call Rick with the plan I had come up with.
My hand was shaking as I thought about what I was going to tell him. “Rick, you there? ”. My finger came off the button as I waited....
“Yeah, I'm here.”
“I want you to take a deep breath and listen close, we only have one shot to do this right. First I need to know what your situation is, how many of those things have you got out there? I need to know Amanda's condition; tell me everything.”
“Alright, there's um...... 'bout a hundred of those fuckers outside, most of them are in the front yard. Amanda is tired and nauseous, but she can make it,” he said.
“Okay, here is what I want you to do. Get Amanda on her full medication; we need her as strong as possible. You are going to have to prepare h er; she is going to have to face these things and we don't need her freaking out on us, we will have enough to deal with as it is. I want you to get a backpack and stuff it full of everything you need, and make sure you bring your twelve-gauge; you got me so far?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I got you.”
“Alright now, does that
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