at her blushing and patted her on the shoulder. He pushed open the door to the toilet and stepped out of view. Amy walked over to the bed opposite mine and sat on the edge. I watched as she pulled a large black holdall out from underneath the bed.
“Are we ok?” I asked.
“Let’s put it this way, sex is not always the answer, but it is a start.” She said pulling some black cargo pants and a white t-shirt out of the holdall.
Chapter Eight
Spirit came in and went to sit beside Amy’s bed. The bloody dog was giving me the cold shoulder as well. This day seemed to be getting better by the minute. Standing up, I headed back to where we had parked the ATV’s and looked out through the windows in the large doors. Outside looked quiet. But having a closer look I could see movement inside the houses. At first I thought it was survivors but it wasn’t. A door banged open and two infected came lurching out into the street. The echo of the door crashing open was like a starting pistol.
Suddenly there were infected streaming from houses and alleyways. God only knew how we had gotten into the fire station without this lot going nuts. I watched as they all converged into one large group and then moved off down the street away from the fire station. I started to think about Matthew and how I had left his body in that pub. Turning around, I saw Amy leaning against the wall watching me.
“Penny for your thoughts.” She said.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked back out the window. I nearly jumped out of my skin when she placed her hand on my shoulder.
“Come on, Marc, something is on your mind. What is it?” She asked, turning me around gently.
I looked down and said “Matthew.”
“Who’s Matthew?” She asked.
“The lad I left in the pub.” I said, feeling the tears welling up behind my eyes.
Amy pulled me in to a hug and the tears started to flow. The weight of having to shoot him was heavy on my chest. Having Amy here and Chris had brought home to me how much I needed people around me to share things like that. Amy didn’t say anything and just held me until the tears had run their course. I stood wiping my eyes and nose with my sleeve when Chris came walking in.
“Sorry to interrupt your women’s meeting, but we need to call in.” He said.
“Erm, Chris?” I said, walking over.
“Yeah, Marc?”
“Fuck you, Chris!” I said walking past him.
I could hear him saying to Amy behind me “I missed this shit.” I smiled and kept walking because I had missed our banter, too. We sat down on the beds and Chris pulled out the radio and turned it on.
“Bunker, come in Bunker. This is Search calling.” Chris said.
“Seriously you called your team Search?” I said.
“Oh and you would have thought of something better?” He replied, smiling.
“Anything would have been better than Search.” I answered, smiling as well.
This might have gone on for a bit longer when the speaker on the radio squawked.
“This is bunker, come in, Search. Have you managed to find Wayward Child? Over.” Jakes old voice came out of the small speaker.
“Oh fucking come on!” I said, feeling a little pissed off.
“Marc, it’s just a code.” Amy said placing a hand on my arm.
I shut up.
“Search to Bunker. We have found Wayward Child and he is safe. I repeat, he is safe and sound. Well, maybe not sound but he is safe.” Chris said, grinning.
I made a grab for the radio then but he held it away from me and kept me at bay with the other arm. I swear he could keep a tank in place with just one arm.
“Marc, sit down.” Amy said, sounding a little like a mother angry with her child.
I slumped down next to her and Chris leaned back with the radio.
“That’s great news. I’ll let everyone know when we have finished up with the reports.” Jake said.
The radio squawked again and David’s steady voice came out of the speaker “That makes our news just as good then. We have managed to find a working
“Are we ok?” I asked.
“Let’s put it this way, sex is not always the answer, but it is a start.” She said pulling some black cargo pants and a white t-shirt out of the holdall.
Chapter Eight
Spirit came in and went to sit beside Amy’s bed. The bloody dog was giving me the cold shoulder as well. This day seemed to be getting better by the minute. Standing up, I headed back to where we had parked the ATV’s and looked out through the windows in the large doors. Outside looked quiet. But having a closer look I could see movement inside the houses. At first I thought it was survivors but it wasn’t. A door banged open and two infected came lurching out into the street. The echo of the door crashing open was like a starting pistol.
Suddenly there were infected streaming from houses and alleyways. God only knew how we had gotten into the fire station without this lot going nuts. I watched as they all converged into one large group and then moved off down the street away from the fire station. I started to think about Matthew and how I had left his body in that pub. Turning around, I saw Amy leaning against the wall watching me.
“Penny for your thoughts.” She said.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked back out the window. I nearly jumped out of my skin when she placed her hand on my shoulder.
“Come on, Marc, something is on your mind. What is it?” She asked, turning me around gently.
I looked down and said “Matthew.”
“Who’s Matthew?” She asked.
“The lad I left in the pub.” I said, feeling the tears welling up behind my eyes.
Amy pulled me in to a hug and the tears started to flow. The weight of having to shoot him was heavy on my chest. Having Amy here and Chris had brought home to me how much I needed people around me to share things like that. Amy didn’t say anything and just held me until the tears had run their course. I stood wiping my eyes and nose with my sleeve when Chris came walking in.
“Sorry to interrupt your women’s meeting, but we need to call in.” He said.
“Erm, Chris?” I said, walking over.
“Yeah, Marc?”
“Fuck you, Chris!” I said walking past him.
I could hear him saying to Amy behind me “I missed this shit.” I smiled and kept walking because I had missed our banter, too. We sat down on the beds and Chris pulled out the radio and turned it on.
“Bunker, come in Bunker. This is Search calling.” Chris said.
“Seriously you called your team Search?” I said.
“Oh and you would have thought of something better?” He replied, smiling.
“Anything would have been better than Search.” I answered, smiling as well.
This might have gone on for a bit longer when the speaker on the radio squawked.
“This is bunker, come in, Search. Have you managed to find Wayward Child? Over.” Jakes old voice came out of the small speaker.
“Oh fucking come on!” I said, feeling a little pissed off.
“Marc, it’s just a code.” Amy said placing a hand on my arm.
I shut up.
“Search to Bunker. We have found Wayward Child and he is safe. I repeat, he is safe and sound. Well, maybe not sound but he is safe.” Chris said, grinning.
I made a grab for the radio then but he held it away from me and kept me at bay with the other arm. I swear he could keep a tank in place with just one arm.
“Marc, sit down.” Amy said, sounding a little like a mother angry with her child.
I slumped down next to her and Chris leaned back with the radio.
“That’s great news. I’ll let everyone know when we have finished up with the reports.” Jake said.
The radio squawked again and David’s steady voice came out of the speaker “That makes our news just as good then. We have managed to find a working
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