Meatball.
Stink was an understatement. Rotten eggs and horse manure is what the smell reminded Carly of.
“Nice,” smiled Tony, cracking his knuckles. “Now, get those zombies into the pool and bring me my bitches.”
Chapter Thirteen
The woman was snoring loudly as the three men left in their pickup truck. He waited, watching her as she slept for a while before he felt satisfied that she was really out . Then he went back into the basement for Luke. The look in his eyes was of sheer terror when he opened the cabinet door.
“It’s just me, you okay?”
Luke nodded but was still visibly shaken.
“Listen, we’ve got to get out of here,” he whispered. “I’m gonna grab some food, load up the truck, and then we’ll find another place to crash.”
Luke nodded.
He grabbed Luke’s arm before he moved towards the steps. “One more thing; there’s a woman upstairs, sleeping. I want you to watch her as quietly as possible and if she wakes up, come and tell me. I don’t think she will but you never know.”
Luke raised his eyebrows. “She’s sleeping? Where are the others?”
“They left but they’ll be back.”
“Shoot, and I really liked this place,” mumbled Luke.
He nodded. “So did I, kid.”
Luke went upstairs to watch Belinda while he started filling up an empty container he’d found with food from the pantry. When he couldn’t get any more into the container, he lifted it up and started walking out of the kitchen.
“Hey, asshole…where the fuck do you think you’re going with that?”
He sighed and turned around to find Belinda holding a gun towards the back of Luke’s red mop. Luke’s face was as white as her overly bleached straw-like hair.
He put down the box and raised his hands. “Okay, let’s just relax, here. Please, lower your gun. You’re scaring the kid.”
She snorted. “Do I look like I care?”
He paused for a second then said, “You should. He’s your nephew. Walt’s son.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Walter’s?”
He nodded with a straight face. “Yeah. Walt just found out he was a father to this boy before all the zombie shit.”
She lowered the gun slightly and turned Luke around. “You really Walter’s kid?”
Without a beat, Luke nodded. “Yeah, but I never got a chance to get to know him.”
Good job, kid , he thought, biting back a smile. “Yeah, this kid’s had a rough life. His mother abandoned him and Walt didn’t really want him either.”
Luke’s face fell, as if it really rang true and he was broken hearted.
Belinda bit the side of her lip and then nodded. “He always was a son-of-a-bitch. You don’t do that to family.”
“Poor kid doesn’t have anyone, now,” he said.
She sighed. “Yeah, now that I look at you, I’ll bet you’re Janine’s kid. You look just like that woman. She was always sniffing around Walt’s heels. Got her knocked up, he must’ve.”
“Appears that way,” he said.
Her eyes eyed him appraisingly. “So, who are you?”
“I used to work for your brother until the zombie shit hit the fan.”
She stood up straighter, sucking in her stomach and pushing out her chest. “So…what’s your name, good looking?”
Surprising even himself, he opened his mouth and answered, “Bryce.”
Chapter Fourteen
It was after ten o’clock by the time they’d circled back around to the C.D.C. Because it was much too dark to search the city as well as it being the last place anyone had seen Paige, they decided to stay close to the facility.
“My poor baby,” mumbled Kristie, staring absently at the flame of her lighter as she flicked it on and off. “She must just be terrified, wherever she is.”
“Paige is a survivor,” said Tiny. “I mean, obviously I don’t know her that well, but I can certainly see it in her eyes. She’s going to put up a good fight. Hell, she’ll probably escape.”
“It’s…it’s just so hard. I mean what do
Stink was an understatement. Rotten eggs and horse manure is what the smell reminded Carly of.
“Nice,” smiled Tony, cracking his knuckles. “Now, get those zombies into the pool and bring me my bitches.”
Chapter Thirteen
The woman was snoring loudly as the three men left in their pickup truck. He waited, watching her as she slept for a while before he felt satisfied that she was really out . Then he went back into the basement for Luke. The look in his eyes was of sheer terror when he opened the cabinet door.
“It’s just me, you okay?”
Luke nodded but was still visibly shaken.
“Listen, we’ve got to get out of here,” he whispered. “I’m gonna grab some food, load up the truck, and then we’ll find another place to crash.”
Luke nodded.
He grabbed Luke’s arm before he moved towards the steps. “One more thing; there’s a woman upstairs, sleeping. I want you to watch her as quietly as possible and if she wakes up, come and tell me. I don’t think she will but you never know.”
Luke raised his eyebrows. “She’s sleeping? Where are the others?”
“They left but they’ll be back.”
“Shoot, and I really liked this place,” mumbled Luke.
He nodded. “So did I, kid.”
Luke went upstairs to watch Belinda while he started filling up an empty container he’d found with food from the pantry. When he couldn’t get any more into the container, he lifted it up and started walking out of the kitchen.
“Hey, asshole…where the fuck do you think you’re going with that?”
He sighed and turned around to find Belinda holding a gun towards the back of Luke’s red mop. Luke’s face was as white as her overly bleached straw-like hair.
He put down the box and raised his hands. “Okay, let’s just relax, here. Please, lower your gun. You’re scaring the kid.”
She snorted. “Do I look like I care?”
He paused for a second then said, “You should. He’s your nephew. Walt’s son.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Walter’s?”
He nodded with a straight face. “Yeah. Walt just found out he was a father to this boy before all the zombie shit.”
She lowered the gun slightly and turned Luke around. “You really Walter’s kid?”
Without a beat, Luke nodded. “Yeah, but I never got a chance to get to know him.”
Good job, kid , he thought, biting back a smile. “Yeah, this kid’s had a rough life. His mother abandoned him and Walt didn’t really want him either.”
Luke’s face fell, as if it really rang true and he was broken hearted.
Belinda bit the side of her lip and then nodded. “He always was a son-of-a-bitch. You don’t do that to family.”
“Poor kid doesn’t have anyone, now,” he said.
She sighed. “Yeah, now that I look at you, I’ll bet you’re Janine’s kid. You look just like that woman. She was always sniffing around Walt’s heels. Got her knocked up, he must’ve.”
“Appears that way,” he said.
Her eyes eyed him appraisingly. “So, who are you?”
“I used to work for your brother until the zombie shit hit the fan.”
She stood up straighter, sucking in her stomach and pushing out her chest. “So…what’s your name, good looking?”
Surprising even himself, he opened his mouth and answered, “Bryce.”
Chapter Fourteen
It was after ten o’clock by the time they’d circled back around to the C.D.C. Because it was much too dark to search the city as well as it being the last place anyone had seen Paige, they decided to stay close to the facility.
“My poor baby,” mumbled Kristie, staring absently at the flame of her lighter as she flicked it on and off. “She must just be terrified, wherever she is.”
“Paige is a survivor,” said Tiny. “I mean, obviously I don’t know her that well, but I can certainly see it in her eyes. She’s going to put up a good fight. Hell, she’ll probably escape.”
“It’s…it’s just so hard. I mean what do
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