a little pissed that Rob was unwilling to
fill her in completely on the events that had unfolded below. Molly returned to
her third floor apartment. She felt sadness for Jill, who had always looked
after Molly like a mother; though Jill was more like a sister at only two years
her senior.
A knock on her door startled her from her sorrow. She jumped up from her
couch and opened the door, hoping to see Rob standing before her.
“Hey baby,” Tom Vaughn barely slurred out. He was so completely sloshed
that he was leaning on the door frame for support.
“Tom, I’m not in the mood. I’m never in the mood. Austin is dead.
Jill is trapped and I’m alone up here with you.”
“I’ve got something that will make you feel better.” His hand travelled
down to his crouch. “You said it yourself; we got the whole third floor.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Molly had fear building in her chest. The
sadness was making her feel small and vulnerable. She knew Tom could see that.
She knew he could take advantage of that and she wouldn’t be able to fight him
off. She was trapped now too.
“Shit I have to crap. I’ll be back,” Vaughn excused himself back down the
hall.
Molly closed her door and ran to pack her things. She found herself
praying for Vaughn to be constipated which was strange and made her laugh a
little. She didn’t care if she’d have to sleep in the second floor hallway, she
was moving no matter what.
Numb
An hour
had passed and the dead people had gone off in search of easier meals than
Jill; a sardine in a sealed tin.
She
had seen Austin when they were done with him. She couldn’t cry anymore, only
watch as he rose again, covered in his own blood, to join in the hunt as one of
them. She felt nothing; as though she herself had the symptoms of the infection
spreading through her limbs.
Second Floor Slumber Party
“Edward
and Moira, you can move into 206. It’s a bit empty but we can all donate some
items tomorrow to help supplement what you brought up.” Isobel gestured to the
door across the hall from hers.
“I’ve
always loved moving into an empty apartment,”
Moira
said happily but Edward looked unhappy. 104 had been his home for many years
and it would take a lot to make 206 feel like home to him.
Markus
was about to move his things into Angela Turner’s apartment when Molly came
down from the third floor, a suitcase in her hand.
“Tom
is going to do something horrible one of these days and I won’t let it happen
to me. Do you have any spare room?”
“You
can take 204,” Markus offered.
“No
one’s heard from Angela?” Molly frowned. She was overjoyed to have the
opportunity to move away from Vaughn but she felt a bit odd taking someone’s
place that was unaccounted for.
“Ben
and I saw her outside, Molly. She hasn’t left the neighborhood but she is . . .
gone,” Isobel assured.
Rob and Gabe were naturally in their own apartment and Ben and Isobel
were happy with their arrangement. That left Markus without a place to stay.
“I guess I’ll have to ask Jeff if I can room with him.”
“Neither of you will have a choice. Ben’s place is out of commission,”
Isobel reminded everyone. “Don’t try to go in there.”
Everyone was ready to go to sleep but the zombies were relentless.
Smashing glass could be heard down on the first floor. The undead battering on
the building had increased ten-fold since the hammering and Austin and Jill’s
botched escape earlier in the evening.
“Let’s gather as much crap as we can and throw it in the stairwell. We
have to block it in case they get in and figure out how to climb stairs,” Ben
said. “We can take a lot from my place and then reseal it.”
“There’s stuff in Angela’s place that I could do without,” Molly offered
after reemerging from
fill her in completely on the events that had unfolded below. Molly returned to
her third floor apartment. She felt sadness for Jill, who had always looked
after Molly like a mother; though Jill was more like a sister at only two years
her senior.
A knock on her door startled her from her sorrow. She jumped up from her
couch and opened the door, hoping to see Rob standing before her.
“Hey baby,” Tom Vaughn barely slurred out. He was so completely sloshed
that he was leaning on the door frame for support.
“Tom, I’m not in the mood. I’m never in the mood. Austin is dead.
Jill is trapped and I’m alone up here with you.”
“I’ve got something that will make you feel better.” His hand travelled
down to his crouch. “You said it yourself; we got the whole third floor.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Molly had fear building in her chest. The
sadness was making her feel small and vulnerable. She knew Tom could see that.
She knew he could take advantage of that and she wouldn’t be able to fight him
off. She was trapped now too.
“Shit I have to crap. I’ll be back,” Vaughn excused himself back down the
hall.
Molly closed her door and ran to pack her things. She found herself
praying for Vaughn to be constipated which was strange and made her laugh a
little. She didn’t care if she’d have to sleep in the second floor hallway, she
was moving no matter what.
Numb
An hour
had passed and the dead people had gone off in search of easier meals than
Jill; a sardine in a sealed tin.
She
had seen Austin when they were done with him. She couldn’t cry anymore, only
watch as he rose again, covered in his own blood, to join in the hunt as one of
them. She felt nothing; as though she herself had the symptoms of the infection
spreading through her limbs.
Second Floor Slumber Party
“Edward
and Moira, you can move into 206. It’s a bit empty but we can all donate some
items tomorrow to help supplement what you brought up.” Isobel gestured to the
door across the hall from hers.
“I’ve
always loved moving into an empty apartment,”
Moira
said happily but Edward looked unhappy. 104 had been his home for many years
and it would take a lot to make 206 feel like home to him.
Markus
was about to move his things into Angela Turner’s apartment when Molly came
down from the third floor, a suitcase in her hand.
“Tom
is going to do something horrible one of these days and I won’t let it happen
to me. Do you have any spare room?”
“You
can take 204,” Markus offered.
“No
one’s heard from Angela?” Molly frowned. She was overjoyed to have the
opportunity to move away from Vaughn but she felt a bit odd taking someone’s
place that was unaccounted for.
“Ben
and I saw her outside, Molly. She hasn’t left the neighborhood but she is . . .
gone,” Isobel assured.
Rob and Gabe were naturally in their own apartment and Ben and Isobel
were happy with their arrangement. That left Markus without a place to stay.
“I guess I’ll have to ask Jeff if I can room with him.”
“Neither of you will have a choice. Ben’s place is out of commission,”
Isobel reminded everyone. “Don’t try to go in there.”
Everyone was ready to go to sleep but the zombies were relentless.
Smashing glass could be heard down on the first floor. The undead battering on
the building had increased ten-fold since the hammering and Austin and Jill’s
botched escape earlier in the evening.
“Let’s gather as much crap as we can and throw it in the stairwell. We
have to block it in case they get in and figure out how to climb stairs,” Ben
said. “We can take a lot from my place and then reseal it.”
“There’s stuff in Angela’s place that I could do without,” Molly offered
after reemerging from
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