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I wake in the morning to one of the crew noisily throwing more wood on the fire. I glance around and see some people moving about, gathering up all the supplies, and getting ready to head out. I reach out and feel Everett’s forehead. It’s practically back to normal already and he is regaining the color in his face. I sigh a big sigh of relief, hoping this means Everett will be in okay shape to travel.
I think about what happened last night and I’m not exactly sure how to feel. Everett and I are best friends. We look out for each other, but does he look at us as more than friends? Should I? Ugh, I’ve never been good with this type of thing, but I do have to admit to myself, Everett has made an impact on me that I don’t think anyone else could. We’ve both saved each other’s lives on multiple occasions. I just don’t know if I’m ready to feel that way about anyone yet.
I start to gather the things around me and put them in my bag, trying not to move too much as to wake Everett. I pull out my gun and start to clean it with a rag and polish. I try to block out my emotions and thoughts and focus on what is ahead of us. We’re going to get to the lab, get the antidote, destroy the reactor, and go back to our normal lives just like before.
“What’s wrong?”
I jump at the sound of Everett’s voice. I blink and realize I had been pumping the gun faster and faster as I cleaned it and thought of how angry I am about my predicament, my life, this new world that I must live in, and how Everett things he can just barge in and make it all even more confusing than it already was. I shoot a glare to Everett and mutter, “Nothing. I’m fine.”
No I’m not. I realize I’m furious with him. I furious for him trying to make a move last night, I’m furious at him for getting sick, I’m furious at him for saving me from the school instead of just letting me die in this cruel new world, and I’m furious at him for liking me anymore than just friends. I don’t want to talk to him, I don’t want to hear him, I don’t want to feel his warm hands on mine. I want him to be my partner and just that. I want him to have my back and just that.
“You don’t sound fine.” He shoots me a grin, but I just frown back.
“Well, I am.” I shoot back at him.
“Are you mad at me, Riley?” His face shows concern, I usually don’t ever snap at him.
I bite my tongue and falter slightly. “N-No… I’m not mad, Everett.”
He smiles. “Good.”
He sits up very slowly with a little of my help and is able to stand up with not too much pain. I roll up the sleeping bag he was laying in and attach it to my bag.
“Go eat, Everett. You need your strength for when we leave.”
I see he frowns slightly, probably hating the fact that I pretty much just called him weak and knowing I’m right in saying so. He stomps off to get some food just as Hook walks over to me.
“So how’s your boy?” He asks gruffly.
I scrunch my nose and snap back, “He’s not my boy. He’s a boy and he’s fine.”
He laughs, almost in a jolly way. “Sure sweetheart. Just saying after last night you two look quiet…. cozy together.” He laughs again, but I frown. He must’ve seen us last night.
“We’re just partners.”
He pats my back. “Good luck with him,” he says. “You’ll need it.”
With that he leaves and I am left to clean up the rest of my things. Everett eventually comes back, holding two bowls of beans and rice. He smiles cheekily and hands me one. I roll my eyes at him and sit against the tree to eat. He sits facing me, but I don’t look up from my food.  We eat in silence and I’m scared that he’ll bring last night up.
“So how far are we going today?” He asks. I’m glad he’s able to find a subject we’ll both be comfortable talking about because I sure as hell couldn’t.
I shrug in response. “Probably the whole day since we can only really move while there is day light.”
He nods. “I think I can do that. I feel a lot better than yesterday.”
“Well yeah. All you did yesterday was sleep.”
He laughs. “Speak for yourself. All you did yesterday was play doctor.”
I frown. “Well I must’ve done one hell of a job because you look much better today.”
He runs a hand through his hair. “Why thank you.”
I facepalm. “I didn’t mean it like that you dipshit”
He laughs. “I know, I know. Come on. We’d better get packed up everyone’s about ready to leave.”

 

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I wake in the middle of the night and hear faint moans coming from Everett. I lightly feel his forehead; his fever is burning up. I’m not sure if I should try to lower his temperature by cooling him down or keep him bundled in his sleeping bag and hope that his fever will crest and break in the morning. His skin in pale and he has a layer of sweat covering his skin. Every so often he flinches and his breathing hitches. I’m not sure if it’s the right thing to do, but I decide it’s best to try to lower his temperature.
I don't want to do anything too drastic, so I start by unzipping his sleeping bag and letting his body be exposed to the cool night air. I shift slightly, trying not to wake him, and grab the rag in water I’ve had beside me throughout the day. I wring out the rag and run the rag gently across his forehead and cheeks, hoping the cool water will help his temperature drop. I run the rag lower and lower down his face, over his chapped lips, down his chin. I dip the rag in water again and wipe the cool water down his neck, as I move the rag down to his collar bone, I am aware of eyes watching me. I look up to Everett’s face and though it’s hard to see with only the moonlight and shadows cast from the fire, I see his eyes are open and staring at me.
At that moment I blink and am glad for the darkness because I am pretty sure I blush a deep red. I’m frozen as I stare back into Everett’s eyes, not sure what to do or what to say, my hand still holding the rag lying on Everett’s chest.
He shifts slightly and I feel the warmth of his hand covering mine.  I gulp and open my mouth to say something, anything, to break the silence, but I can think of nothing.
“Thanks doc,” he whispers. His voice is hoarse and weak.
I bite my lip before saying, “Go back to sleep.”
He stares at me and slowly brings my hand up to his cheek, pressing his hand firmly against mine as if he doesn’t want my touch to leave him. I weakly smile at him as his eyes flutter shut. Though his breathing starts to slow as he falls back asleep, his grip on my hand stays firm and strong.
I take a breath and watch his chest rise and fall slowly as he sleeps. Eventually I free my hand from his grasp.
What just happened?
I think about the events that just took place and wonder if Everett will even remember it in the morning.
I lean back against the tree trunk and stare at the fire a couple yards away. I start to feel my eyelids get heavy and I soon fall back asleep.

 

 

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I hear a low moan in my dream. When I realize that I hear it in real life too I jolt awake and make a grab for my gun. I hear the moan again and that’s when I realize it’s coming from Everett. I watch him as his head tosses and turns in my lap for a bit before his eyes flutter open. His eyes lock on mine and we hold our gaze for what seems like hours. Finally I realize and clear my throat before saying, “Did you have a nice nap sleepy head?”
I look down at Everett and see his facial expressions change as he slowly comprehends what I just said. “Caught me sleeping on the job again, huh?”
His voice is low and hoarse. I nod and smile slightly. ”Yeah what were you thinking, mister?”
He shrugs and tries to sit up. He gets into an upright sitting position, but I can tell by the way he’s breathing and clenching his fists, that he is in a lot of pain. I gently push him back down so that his head rests back on my lap. “Take it easy champ,” I say. “You need to rest up for the rest of today before you start going anywhere.”
Everett shakes his head. “Nah, I’m okay, really.” He tries to get up again, but his face contorts in pain.
I push him back down. “Nope. You are going to lie right here and let Doctor Riley take care of you.”
He chuckles, but nods in agreement. “Yes mam.”
I pull a bottle from my bag and pull out the pill I have to give him. I tilt his head up a bit and hold the pill over his closed mouth. “Open up for your medicine.”
He rolls his eyes but complies and I give him a sip of water before he gulps the pill down whole. “That’ll help your fever and the infections.”
“Thanks doc.” I look down at him and see that he’s grinning from ear to ear.
I roll my eyes and pinch his cheeks. “Can it or I’ll rip these chubby cheeks right off your face.”
He pouts. “Hey, I’m not chubby.”
We both start laughing. “Sorry sport I forgot.”
He flashes me a goofy smile for a second before he starts coughing like he’s trying to hack up a lung. I grab the water bottle and help him drink it slowly. He gulps down the whole bottle and sighs. “Zombie germs suck,” he says softly to me. I feel him shiver slightly through the sleeping bag.
I let out a low laugh and reposition the sleeping bag around him and zip it all the way up to keep him warm. I pet his hair and feel him move closer to my body for warmth. He slowly closes his eyes and when I hear deep breathing, I know he has fallen asleep again.
I don’t do much that day besides act as a pillow for Everett. Every time he falls asleep I feel bad for moving his head to get up, so I decide to just stay put. I constantly check his fever to make sure it’s not too high and by the end of the day the gashes on his chest are starting to dry out, which is a good thing. The crew has been on high alert all day, making sure no other creepers even get close to the campsite. Everyone is gathering a lot of wood tonight for the fire so that it won’t burn out in the middle of the night. Wouldn’t want a repeat from last night, now would we?
Everett wakes up just in time for dinner, if you can call it that. It’s kind of like chili, only not as good. It’s like mystery meat combined with soup… yum. I have to coax Everett into a sitting position so that he can eat and it takes him a bit of effort, but with a little help I manage to prop him up against the tree trunk. When dinner is served he scarfs down his helping of mystery meat and everyone allows him to have a second helping, even though he feels a bit guilty in doing so since we are on strict rations to make them last for as long as needed.
As the sun starts to set, the crew throws at least a dozen logs into the giant bonfire in the middle of the campsite. Tonight we have someone take a guard shift for the night. They’ll watch for creepers through half the night and then switch duties with someone else, that way everyone will get some sleep.
I watch Everett next to me as he battles to stay awake. “You know you can go to sleep.”
He blinks and looks at me. “I’ve been sleeping all day. I’m not tired.”
I laugh. “Yes you are! You can barely keep your eyes open.”
He rolls his eyes and frowns. “I can stay awake if I want to.”
I shake my head. “Stop acting like an invincible little boy cause you aren’t.  Now lie down and go to sleep. I’ll protect you if a snake slithers in your bag, don’t worry.” I giggle at the expression on his face.
He sighs. “Fine.”
He lies back down, swatting my hand away every time I try to help him. He sets his head back in my lap and pulls the bag over his head, so I can’t see his face. I shake my head and sigh, leaning back on the trunk of the tree and shifting slightly. My gun is propped against the tree right beside me and I feel a little better about knowing it’s there, since I hate sleeping on the ground at night. As I am just starting to fall asleep I hear the faint noise of Everett’s humming once again.

 

 

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“RILEY!” I hear a scream and wake up immediately.
I hear shouts and gun shots, but I’m not sure what’s going on. I blink once and look around at the ground below me. The sun is just peeking up above the horizon, but that’s not what catches my attention. The burnt out fire is what I notice first; no one kept it going throughout the night and now creepers are closing in on us from almost every direction.
I unbuckle my sleeping bag from around my waist, quickly fold it up, hook it to my pack, grab my gun, and start shooting from up in the tree. I start taking down creepers slowly but surely, one by one. Others are running around the camp, some shooting at creepers, others trying to get the fire started again. I catch a glimpse of Everett, shooting at creepers from behind a tree. They’re starting to close in on him, so I put most of my effort into shooting the creepers that he can’t. More people start running in and I lose sight of him. I want to jump down to go find him, but I know I’m needed on the bird’s eye view. I keep shooting down creepers until the others are able to lead them away with the fire.
Once the coast is clear I scramble down the tree and run to where I last saw Everett. I see him face down in the dirt, claw marks are scratched through his clothing, and he’s not moving. I feel a lump in my throat forming as I quickly rush to his side. I check his pulse and it seems normal, then I check to see if he has any bite marks. I chew on my lip as I search his body for any sign of a bite, knowing if I find one I will have to shoot my best friend before he turns into a creeper.
When I’m sure he doesn’t have any bite marks, I carefully lift him over my shoulder. I grunt under the weight, but I’m able to keep him supported as I walk towards the campsite. “Help,” I managed to grunt as I make my way into the campsite. A couple guys gather around me and lift Everett off my back.
I bite my lip as the lay him down on his back, his body motionless and his skin pale. “There’s no bite marks,” I say. “Just a lot of scratches. He’ll be okay, won’t he?”
Hook appears by my side and puts an arm around me, leading me away from Everett. “He’ll be fine. He may be sick for a few days. The scratch of a creeper isn’t lethal, but it is poisonous and with enough of them you can die from them too. Everett will live, he’ll just be a bit under the weather for a couple days.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god. I should’ve gone to help him. I saw what happened, but I thought he could handle it and that I was needed up in the tree with a better shot of everything.”
Hook pats my back. “You did the right thing. Everett can hold his own, we all know that. He should be back to normal soon enough. We’ll stay at this campsite one more day for him to rest before we start moving again. It’s not a problem.” He pats my back once more and leaves to go fix up the campsite.
I go back to where some of the guys are dressing Everett’s wounds as best they can with the small bit of supplies we have. He looks a bit like a mummy. He has a couple big gashes on his chest and stomach that the guys are having a hard time wrapping without wasting bandages. I help them out as best I can and when we are finished the guys set Everett up under the tree I had slept under last night.
I thank them all for helping before going over to Everett. I lift his head slightly and sit down, placing his head in my lap. Next to me I have a damp wash cloth and a pill that he will have to take when he wakes up. I dunk the wash cloth in cold water, wring it out, and place it on Everett’s flushed forehead. I lean against the base of the tree and sigh.
The sun has now just risen above the tree tops and already this has been a hectic day. I stroke Everett’s cheek and feel the warmth radiating from his skin. He’ll probably start to get a fever from infection, but it usually goes away within forty eight hours after using the pill I have for him. I rub my eyes as I pet Everett’s head and I slowly doze off into a light sleep.

 

*****Author's Note*****
Okay, so for everyone reading my story, I forgot to post this chapter and the last one that you read was actually Chapter 5 so if you were confused that's why.
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My instincts tell me to run, but my feet are frozen to the ground. I can practically feel its breath behind me, that’s how close it is. I slowly put my finger to the trigger of my gun. I have to be careful with my shot because if I miss I’ll be shooting right at the campsite where the rest of the crew is.

I draw in a shaky breath, turn and shoot quickly. The bullet rips through the creeper’s head, but it still takes a couple steps towards me, arms outstretched, and its bony fingertips just brush my face as it crumples to the ground. I let out my breath and glance towards Everett, who is hitting a shot through another creeper just a couple yards away. We both catch our breath for a minute, not daring to move and making sure there are no others around.
“Nice shot,” he mumbles, still a bit stunned.
I take in another short breath and nod. “Thanks, you too… Let’s go to the camp now. I’m done being out here in the dark.”
He nods and as we walk back to the campsite, I kick the creeper’s head clean off its shoulders. When we get to the campsite I sit down by the fire for a bit to warm up and I feel Everett sitting down beside me. I play with my dog tag in my hands for a bit. “I think I’m going to set up my bed,” I say quietly and stand up, brushing away a couple leaves from my pants. I really don’t feel like talking, I just want to sleep everything away.
He nods, watching my facial expressions to see if I’m okay. “Alright,” he says. “Do you need any help?”
I shake my head and give him a half smile. “Nah I think I’ve got it.” I ruffle his hair as I walk past him, towards my bag.
I pick a tree that I like and carefully climb up into it. I hate being on the ground at night. It makes me feel so vulnerable. That’s pretty much the way Everett and I survived, once the car had run out of gas and before we had met the rest of our crew. We lived up in the trees, where we felt safest that the creepers would not be able to get to us. That was probably the best day after the virus hit though, finding others that we could talk to and trust to have our backs. I’ll never forget how grateful I was to see other living people.
I take my pack off once I feel high enough in the tree, about twenty feet off the ground, and unhook my sleeping bag. I unbuckle my belt and lay the sleeping bag out on a branch. I snuggle up inside and once I’m comfortable I buckle my belt around the branch and sleeping bag, so if I turn in the middle of the night I won’t fall out of the tree. Yeah, I learned that lesson the hard way.

I hear a bit of rustling under my tree and I look down to see Everett setting his sleeping bag underneath my tree. It’s funny how he never strays to far from me, he’s like an older brother that’s always looking out for me. I guess I am the only one he really trusts to have his back, likewise with he and I, so we always make sure we are close enough to protect each other.

He rests his head against the trunk of the tree, facing the fire. It’s hard to see his face at my angle, but I’m guessing he’ll be up for a while. He always stays up when we spend the night in the woods. Sometimes if I wake up in the middle of the night I’ll stay awake and make him get some sleep. I know he hates to make me stay up, but even he can’t go on forever without some rest.
As I start to fall asleep, I hear the discreet sound of humming. I glance down at Everett, his eyes are closed but the sounds are definitely coming from him. I smile to myself and snuggle deep into my sleeping bag. I slowly drift off to the sound of Everett’s song.

 

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The buzz of my alarm clock wakes me from another dreamless night. My muscles feel stiff as I roll out of bed and pound on the alarm clock to shut it off. I glance over to Everett’s bed and see it already vacant. I change quickly and throw on my camo pants and a green sweatshirt. I also throw on my dog tag, which I hate wearing because it reminds me of the constant danger we’re all always in, and lace up my boots before heading downstairs.
I rub my eyes as I grab a bowl of porridge from the countertop and find Everett at our corner table. I walk over casually and sit down next to him.
Everett is glancing all around the house, taking it all in one more time. “I can’t believe we’re leaving,” he says. “We’ve been here the longest out of any other safe house.”
I nod, the old house has actually kind of grown on me a bit, but I’m glad to get out of this creepy place and keep moving closer towards the end of our journey. I take a bite of my food before saying, “I just want to go back to my own house and sleep in my own bed, but this place is a close second.”
Everett chuckles lightly, “Well maybe once this is all over we can go back to your house and pretend none of it ever even happened.”
I take a couple bites of my food. Did Everett just say ‘we’? As in he and I together? Yeah he did, but he probably didn’t mean it that way. I smile at him and nod. “Yeah, forget it ever happened… Good idea.”
Once we are finished with breakfast we both head upstairs to pack the small bit of things we own into our bags. I grab the picture frame with a picture of my family and carefully pack it into my bag then I roll up my sleeping bag and attach it to the pack. When we are both finished collecting our things, we head downstairs to wait for everyone else.
I pat the front door of the house as we leave and head down the trail towards the wide dirt road. I hold my gun tightly at my side and glance around the dense forest all around us, making sure nothing will pop out at us. We had scoped out the dirt road in small groups before heading out the day and we know the road pretty well. The next safe house is a couple days journey and it’s very close by to the facilities that we need to get to. We walk quietly, Everett by my side, as not to disturb anything that may be dangerous.
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Not much happens during our trek down the road except for one misfire where one of the guys thought they saw a creeper, but it was just a wild boar. Yeah, anything that moves can pretty much scare the living right out of you, no pun intended. As the sun starts to set below the trees everyone starts looking for a good spot to set up camp. Everett and I are at the back of the team, since I am a girl and deemed unimportant to lose if a creeper attacks us from the back, even if I am one of the best shooters on the team. Everett and I stay on high alert and we are constantly checking over our backs to make sure everything is how it should be.
We find a nice spot to camp and everyone immediately spreads out to gather fire wood. Fire keeps away pretty much any living things, or in our case undead, that we don’t want in our campsites. Everett and I are put on lookout duty with a couple others. We move a little further from camp where the light from the start of the fire starts to dim. As we move further from the group I hear a rustling from the bushes not too far away. Everett points out a squirrel from where I heard the noise, so we sit down at the base of a tree, figuring nothing is too close by. We make small talk and watch around the quiet woods.
It has gotten late and we figure everyone must be hunkered down by the fire, so we are about to get up when I accidently snap a branch. We freeze and listen for a second to see if anything responds, but nothing happens. As we both start to stand up that’s when we hear it. The shuffling feet and the low moan of a creeper.

 

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He nods and I can see he is thinking about it too, how everything was before... That’s why I like Everett so much. We think the same things, act the way. We're practically the same person. He and I were best friends when the epidemic hit. We were at school when it had all started. The zombies, or what we usually call them are creepers, had broken into the school and the virus was spreading fast. We were able to get to the parking lot where Everett was able to hot wire a car. We drove away as fast as possible. I remember crying in the passenger seat, still wondering what exactly was happening. I was just glad for having Everett with me. He was all I needed to keep myself going.
 
I blink and look up from the dusty table to Everett’s eyes. I open my mouth to say something, but I quickly close it when I feel tears sliding down my cheeks. I let out a small sob and hug my knees to my chest, burying my face in my knees.
 
I feel Everett by my side and he picks me up, out of the seat. This happens every so often, either Everett, I, or someone else from our rag tag crew loses it. It's still so new to all of us and we barely know what we're doing. We're just living to survive and it's a hard feeling to get used to. I usually try to put on a brave face, especially with all the guys around, but sometimes I slip up, just like the rest of them.
 
Everett carries me up the stairs to the room we’ve been sharing since we got here. He sets me on my bed as I cry into his shoulder. “I hate it.” I cry. I’m not even sure what ‘it’ is anymore, I just know I hate it. “I hate it so much.” I sob into his shoulder, soaking his shirt in my tears.
 
Everett knows just what to do when I go into one of my phases. He just sits next to me with an arm around me and lets me cry until I can’t cry anymore. He rubs my back until my crying turns into just shallow breathing. He takes me by my shoulders and pulls me away from him slowly. I wipe my face of drying tears and nod to him. “Sorry…” I whisper, I hate crying because it reminds me that I’m the girl here and crying is just another reason to make fun of me, but Everett never does that, only the others. “I really can’t keep doing this. I think I’m staining all your shirts.” I say, giving him a small smile.
 
Everett smiles slightly and rubs the wet spot on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Riley, it happens, even to the best of us.”
 
I nod and give him a tight hug. “Thanks, Everett. I know this is cheesy, but I’m glad you’re here with me.”
 
I feel him hug me back tightly, his warmth enveloping around me and I feel better, safer, knowing Everett is around me.  If I had to be stuck in a zombie apocalypse with anyone, I’m glad it’s him. “No problem, Riley. I’m always here for you.”
 
With that, we part and Everett climbs into his own bed located across the room from mine. I strip out of my worn leather boots, sweatshirt and army camo pants. Underneath I have on shorts and a tank top. I snuggle deep down into my blankets and sigh deeply. They smell musty but are also somewhat calming, because I know in my bed I am safe. I quickly fall asleep after a long day’s work.

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I ran, that’s really what I’m best at anyway. My partner, Everett Rosenfield, was right beside me. We were currently running down the dirt road we have come to remember, huffing and puffing as we lug our army styled backpacks on our backs, guns held closely in case anything jumps out at us. My heart is pounding and I just want to get back to the safe house. I hear a rustle in the bushes beside us and I whip around with my gun raised, but Everett quickly shoves it back down when he points to the squirrel running just past us. We're both a bit edgy as we continue running down the road.
 I see the small trail leading to the safe house and I elbow Everett to get his attention. He follows my gaze towards the trail and nods. We hurry over to the trail and look around. When we see the coast is clear we run for it, sprinting along the path side by side, protecting each other’s backs from the unknown. When we see the safe house we knock the secret code on the door. We wait as we hear the door unlatch and high five each other for staying alive another day’s hike. When the door opens we are met by a smiling man who goes by the name of Hook.
 Hook is pretty much our leader. Everyone calls him Hook because he has a hook where his left hand should be. He had lost it not too long ago fighting right beside Everett and I. Hook is the oldest of our small clan, about 50 years old. On his chin, he grows a long gray beard and kind of resembles a mean and nasty biker, but under his scary posterior is a nice old man. He kind of reminds me of Santa Claus, if I believed in such miracles anymore...
 I smile back at him and hike up my pack as Everett and I walk in. “Another day’s work done and done,” I say. 
Hook nods and looks over the both of us. “Did you get the supplies?”
Everett rummages through his bag for a moment before pulling out the supplies. A couple grenades, tnt, a lighter, and a couple other explosives. He throws them to Hook. “Of course we got ‘em. We’re your best team, we would never let you down.” He says and I laugh my agreement.
We all walk into the parlor of the old abandoned house. It’s a creepy old Victorian house, like what are always seen in the movies. The stairs creak when we walk up them and the paint is peeling off the walls. Some of the floorboards are sticking up out of the floor and it took some getting used to, so I didn't trip over them every other step. The place isn't too bad once you have a couple dozen people living there.
When we walk in we are greeted by a couple jeers from the guys. Sometimes it gets a little weird, since I’m the only girl around that fights with everyone else. There is one other girl, Sadie, who cooks and helps dress the wounded. That is, if there’s anything left of them. No one really pays her any attention anyway; she’s really just the maid.
Everett and I walk over to a table in the corner of the room. When we walk over one of the guys slaps me on the äss. He stops chuckling though when Everett shoots him a death glare. I blush slightly and he quickly leads me over to the table with his arm around my shoulder.
“Don’t let those guys treat you like you’re a piece of meat, Riley.” Everett scolds me in a hushed whisper.
“Yes, dad.” I roll my eyes at him and sigh. “I can take care of myself, Everett, don’t worry about it.”
I watch him take out a neatly wrapped sandwich from his bag and he splits it in two, handing me half. “Of course you can, but you’re my partner in crime. I can’t let anything happen to you.”
I smile, taking a bite from the sandwich and thinking back to before. “Hey, remember when we weren’t partners? Just best friends? And even before that, just classmates in math class?”
Everett scrunches his nose. “Yeah I remember.” He chuckles. “I also remember when the only gun I shot was on Xbox. And the only zombies I shot were in that game too.”
I focused my eyes on the dusty wooden table. “Yeah I remember that too.” I say in a sullen voice.
Everett looks over and his face softened, his smile dropping slightly. “Hey, we’ve made it this far. All we have to do is destroy that reactor at the power plant and get to the lab where they are making the vaccines so we can cure everyone.”
I nod. There are so many people out there in the woods, walking as the undead. It’s frightening to think of, even more so to see. My family and so many others, but hopefully we’ll get to the vaccine before it happens to us as well. “I know, Everett, sometimes it just scares me to think about it all. To think that just a couple months ago our lives were just as normal as they always were, and now there’s all of this.”

 

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