can’t do this anymore.” He managed his way down the stairs and fell asleep in Mr. Fisher’s recliner.
How long Daniel had been asleep he couldn’t say, but when he woke Kaylee was holding a glass of watered down Tang in front of him. She had tried, at least. “Thirsty?” She asked with a smiled that was missing some baby teeth.
Daniel took the glass and drank it even though it was warm and kinda gross. He just thought it was cute that Kaylee was trying to be so helpful. “We have to get ready to leave, Kaylee. Are you okay with that?”
“Where are we going?” She asked.
“I don’t know, but we don’t have enough food to stay here. Maybe we can try to get to a bigger house. We should try to leave the city too.” Daniel stood and started packing. He actually felt energized and surprisingly well rested for the first time since England. He made sure Kaylee had everything she would need for the road, which went in his pack, and even a few toys in the Ren & Stempy backpack Kaylee insisted she get to carry herself. The garage was empty, the Fisher’s had taken their car when they left, so no driving just yet. Once they’d sneaked from the now unkempt lawn the two walked to the next house in broad daylight. From what Daniel had seen the zombies weren’t affected by the changes in day and night, so the cover of darkness would only work against him. Maybe another logical phobia to working in daylight was being shot at by the living, but they’d have to see someone first. There was no way to trust anyone these days, but like most decisions it just came down to the lesser of two evils.
The vast majority of houses had been broken into either by refugees or FEMA and the ATF. The subdivision they’d been hiding in seemed to stretch forever, one street just as unidentifiable as any other with synthetic stone sound deadening walls surrounding almost every block of houses. They sprinted from one empty group of dwellings to another, once spotting the shadow of a helicopter that was flying low nearby, but never actually seeing it either. At least for those brief seconds they had sound cover and used that to sneak into a backyard with a wrecked Prius at the bottom of its steep slope. Daniel tucked Kaylee under a back deck after crawling over a fence and what was probably more poison ivy than wood planks. The house, one of those newer manufactured monstrosities tucked into a maze of duplicate houses had glass sliding doors in the basement. It was unlocked, the owner had left in a hurry, skid marks in the lawn where they’d driven away after loading supplies were still there. Daniel slid the doors open and went inside as silently as possible. He waited for his eyes to adjust before moving. This basement was a man-cave, but of a different sort than Mr. Fisher’s. Whoever owned this house was a weapons fanatic. So much so he’d taken them all with him. Nothing was left but an empty ammo can and a workbench with a flag over it. The flag looked strange, and when Daniel pointed his light on it he saw the names of the almost three thousand people who’d died on September, 11 th , 2001. Daniel had been three years old then, but he was fully aware of how that event had shaped the world today in every bit the way Pearl Harbor had almost seventy years before. There were also Airsoft BB’s everywhere, and the toy guns that shot them. However old this guy was, he was still a kid at heart, but 6mm BB’s won’t do much but sting someone. Certainly they were useless against a plague victim.
He brought Kaylee inside and took her upstairs. There was little more in the house than condiments and bland rice dishes to eat. Knowing they couldn’t stay there Daniel found the keys to the white SUV outside in the front driveway and loaded the car with what they did find. He turned the key and saw the Honda had about half a tank. They’d just drive West until they found somewhere safe, or ran out of gas. Either way it got them
How long Daniel had been asleep he couldn’t say, but when he woke Kaylee was holding a glass of watered down Tang in front of him. She had tried, at least. “Thirsty?” She asked with a smiled that was missing some baby teeth.
Daniel took the glass and drank it even though it was warm and kinda gross. He just thought it was cute that Kaylee was trying to be so helpful. “We have to get ready to leave, Kaylee. Are you okay with that?”
“Where are we going?” She asked.
“I don’t know, but we don’t have enough food to stay here. Maybe we can try to get to a bigger house. We should try to leave the city too.” Daniel stood and started packing. He actually felt energized and surprisingly well rested for the first time since England. He made sure Kaylee had everything she would need for the road, which went in his pack, and even a few toys in the Ren & Stempy backpack Kaylee insisted she get to carry herself. The garage was empty, the Fisher’s had taken their car when they left, so no driving just yet. Once they’d sneaked from the now unkempt lawn the two walked to the next house in broad daylight. From what Daniel had seen the zombies weren’t affected by the changes in day and night, so the cover of darkness would only work against him. Maybe another logical phobia to working in daylight was being shot at by the living, but they’d have to see someone first. There was no way to trust anyone these days, but like most decisions it just came down to the lesser of two evils.
The vast majority of houses had been broken into either by refugees or FEMA and the ATF. The subdivision they’d been hiding in seemed to stretch forever, one street just as unidentifiable as any other with synthetic stone sound deadening walls surrounding almost every block of houses. They sprinted from one empty group of dwellings to another, once spotting the shadow of a helicopter that was flying low nearby, but never actually seeing it either. At least for those brief seconds they had sound cover and used that to sneak into a backyard with a wrecked Prius at the bottom of its steep slope. Daniel tucked Kaylee under a back deck after crawling over a fence and what was probably more poison ivy than wood planks. The house, one of those newer manufactured monstrosities tucked into a maze of duplicate houses had glass sliding doors in the basement. It was unlocked, the owner had left in a hurry, skid marks in the lawn where they’d driven away after loading supplies were still there. Daniel slid the doors open and went inside as silently as possible. He waited for his eyes to adjust before moving. This basement was a man-cave, but of a different sort than Mr. Fisher’s. Whoever owned this house was a weapons fanatic. So much so he’d taken them all with him. Nothing was left but an empty ammo can and a workbench with a flag over it. The flag looked strange, and when Daniel pointed his light on it he saw the names of the almost three thousand people who’d died on September, 11 th , 2001. Daniel had been three years old then, but he was fully aware of how that event had shaped the world today in every bit the way Pearl Harbor had almost seventy years before. There were also Airsoft BB’s everywhere, and the toy guns that shot them. However old this guy was, he was still a kid at heart, but 6mm BB’s won’t do much but sting someone. Certainly they were useless against a plague victim.
He brought Kaylee inside and took her upstairs. There was little more in the house than condiments and bland rice dishes to eat. Knowing they couldn’t stay there Daniel found the keys to the white SUV outside in the front driveway and loaded the car with what they did find. He turned the key and saw the Honda had about half a tank. They’d just drive West until they found somewhere safe, or ran out of gas. Either way it got them
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