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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva; font-size: 12pt;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; After</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I died sometime during the night.&nbsp; I know that now, I just don’t know when it happened.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I hold my arms out in front of me and they’re shot through with silver.&nbsp; I take off my shoes and socks and the silver winds up my feet, just under the skin.&nbsp; I run my hands over my face even though I can’t see it.&nbsp; I don’t feel any cracks.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I had the last batch of the Shot.&nbsp; The last batch, the closest to what that evil executive wanted to get.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Something quickens in my chest, and then slows down.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Did I really die?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I hold my hand against my heart, but I don’t feel anything.&nbsp; And I was never any good at checking for a pulse.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I don’t know.&nbsp; I’ve definitely changed, whatever I am.&nbsp; The silver showing through my skin proves that.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I think of the girl in the lab, the coldly smiling girl that I now resemble.&nbsp; It hurts to think of it because of Sam, but at some point I think I might want to go back to the base.&nbsp; Talk to her, see what she knows.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I gather up my things and put them all in the backpack.&nbsp; I’m not hungry.&nbsp; I’m not thinking of brains, and I’m not thinking of eating people.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I know I’m different, but I don’t know how.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The question is – am I safe?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Delilah!”</span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That weird sensation happens in my chest again and I drop my bag.&nbsp; Surely not.&nbsp; Surely I’m hallucinating.&nbsp; She would know better, wouldn’t she?&nbsp; She would know better than to come after me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Delilah!”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But no, she’s there, running towards me with Sunshine by her side.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Cassie?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stops about ten feet away, but I can tell she’s been crying.&nbsp; Her hands clench her backpack straps.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Have you – ”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Changed?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I nod.&nbsp; “Last night.&nbsp; But – </span>”<br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Something’s different.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes.&nbsp; Cassie, there’s something I meant to tell you, about the Shot – </span>”<br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She holds up her hand, cutting me off.&nbsp; “Are you hungry?&nbsp; Do you feel like eating brains?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Good.”&nbsp; She drops her bag and runs toward me, even though that’s a really stupid thing to do.&nbsp; Cassie, my risk taker.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I drop to my kneeds and open my arms and she almost bowls me over with a hug.&nbsp; We’re both crying and laughing at the same time.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Oh thank God,”&nbsp; She says.&nbsp; She’s hugs me until I choke, then she pulls back.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Wow,”&nbsp; She runs her fingertips lightly over my arms, following the silver.&nbsp; “Does it hurt?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No,”&nbsp; I shake my head.&nbsp; “Cassie, you shouldn’t have risked finding me.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I couldn’t help it.&nbsp; I had to check.&nbsp; That woman held onto me for hours until they finally made her stop so I could eat dinner.&nbsp; And then I asked if they had a lab and explained about the research.&nbsp; Delilah – they took away my key fob.&nbsp; Said it was too important for a kid.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She’s right, her necklace is gone.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And you were gone too.&nbsp; And I deceided screw it, I didn’t want to be around dumb adults anyways.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“That was still incredibly risky.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cassie sets her jaw and folds her arms.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“But that’s the Cassie I know.”&nbsp; I grin and take off my necklace and drape it around her neck.&nbsp; “Until we get to a lab.&nbsp; Because it is important enough for a kid.&nbsp; Look at what the adults did to the world anyways.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Exactly.”&nbsp; She picks up her backpack.&nbsp; “C’mon Sunshine.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I pick up a stick and throw it, and Sunshine runs after it with a bark.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Delilah?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yeah?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Thank you for being my Somebody.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hey, don’t even think of it. We’re partners.”&nbsp; I nudge her with a hip and she giggles.&nbsp; In a few steps, she grabs my hand.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then we’re off to find a lab.</span><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The End</p>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I stare at the closed door.&#0160; Shut out forever.&#0160; I remember when Cassie and I first met, and how everyone that had tried to take care of us had died, and that&#39;s why we formed a partnership instead.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;And I realize that now I’m Somebody.&#0160; I’m her Somebody, living and breathing for a few more hours.&#0160; It’s not as bad as I thought.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Bye Cassie,”&#0160; I say, and then follow the graveled path back out to the grasslands of Colorado.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I don’t go far.&#0160; I just go far enough that I’m sure that I’m no longer in the minefield, but I can still kind of see the compound.&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;It’s pleasant here.&#0160; The sun’s shining, the sky is blue, and there’s a warm breeze.&#0160; I spread out a blanket and have a picnic without any fear of zombies coming along.&#0160; I put on my sunglasses and lay back in the sun, listening to music.&#0160; I try to ignore the pain that’s building in my body and killing me slowly.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I enjoy my last moments – the warmth of the sun on my skin, the light wind, the grass soft against my back.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Then I get out my teddy bear and snuggle with it.&#0160; I fade off to sleep.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I wake in the middle of the night and it’s very cold.&#0160; The pain’s increased to the worst thing I’ve ever felt.&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Dear God, it feels like my blood is made of fire, and my muscles are the coals, feeding the flames. I roll back and forth, trying to stop it in some way.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Please stop please stop please stop,”&#0160; I ask the pain, even though I know it won’t hear me.&#0160; I lose track of time, just involved in the virus and trying to make it stop hurting.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Mommy!”&#0160; I cry out over and over.&#0160; I’m hot and then I’m cold.&#0160; “Mommy!”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;But she doesn’t come.&#0160; I hug my bear tighter, and eventually, finally, I fall asleep again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I wake up and the sun has risen enough that I can see streaks of pink across the sky.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I sit up and the pain is all gone.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I am zombie.</span><br /><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <a href="http://zombiegirls.typepad.com/zombie_girls/chapter-99/" target="_self">Next Page</a><br /><br /></p><div class="feedflare">
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;From above I can see that the compound is really a small town surrounded by a metal fence.&#0160; Even with a nice green lawn around it, it’s tiny, maybe a thirty minute walk from one side to the other if you walk slowly.&#0160; There’s a portion near the northeast section where they’re building a cement wall, but it’s definitely a work in progress.&#0160; Good idea though.&#0160; Get the temporary measure put in and then create the permanent structure.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I kind of expected a lot of zombies around the place, but I don’t see any in sight.&#0160; I spot the entrance to the northwest and we head down.</span>&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;<br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;When we get close the entrance – about a football field away – we hear a gunshot.&#0160; Cassie and I stop still and hold up our hands.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Stop there!”&#0160; A voice shouts out over a megaphone.&#0160; I glance at Cassie and she shrugs.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“If you’re still human, follow the path between the stones to the front gate.&#0160; DO NOT stray outside of the path.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Very fairy book,” Cassie says.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Yeah right.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;We carefully down a nice, white graveled path borderd on both sides by grey rocks.&#0160; In some spots I notice blood and torn grass.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I think they might have set up a minefield around the town,”&#0160; I say.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Makes sense,”&#0160; Cassie says.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Just be very careful if you ever have to leave in a hurry.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Yes Mooommm,”&#0160; Cassie rolls her eyes.&#0160; I grin back at her and push her shoulder a bit.&#0160; She shoves herself into me and I stumble, and we both giggle a bit.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;We reach the front gate and our smiles fade.&#0160; It was good to have one more bit of fun, but this is it.&#0160; This is goodbye.&#0160; Tears form in my eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;We’re standing in front of a metal gate.&#0160; Behind that is a small, fenced area consisting of just grass, and behind that is another fenced gate followed by a door.&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;A short balding man wrenches open the door.&#0160; He’s wearing khakis and a striped shirt, and looks a bit harassed.&#0160; He takes one look at us and calls over his shoulder – </span>&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;<br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Ferals!”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Ferals?!&#0160; What the – “</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I put up a hand and stop Cassie in mid-speech.&#0160; “What’re you talking about mister?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Just then a big round woman pushes him out of the way.&#0160; “Shut up Larry.&#0160; The kids are okay.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“You haven’t even seen them yet Glenda.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;And then I realize what he’s talking about.&#0160; He’s calling us feral.&#0160; What - just because we’re kids?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“He doesn’t mean any harm.&#0160; Not all the kids that have come here are okay in the head.&#0160; But you are, aren’t you honey?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;The woman swoons over Cassie like she’s a dog.&#0160; She opens the gate and pulls Cassie straight into a bear hug.&#0160; Sunshine follows with a half-hearted wag of her tail and a whine.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Glenda you can’t do that, they have to go into quarantine.&#0160; They could be infected.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“She’s not infected,”&#0160; I point at Cassie.&#0160; “I am.&#0160; I’m not coming inside.”&#0160; I put my hands up and try to look harmless.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;The woman gasps and pulls Cassie back with her.&#0160; I roll my eyes.&#0160; Then I notice that Cassie’s backpack is still on this side.&#0160; I hold it up.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“She needs her backpack.” </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Glenda looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Please?”&#0160; I look at Larry.&#0160; “And could I just say goodbye?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Larry nods and takes the backpack.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Alright, just don’t bite her.” The big woman says.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Cassie runs into my arms and hugs me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Please don’t make me stay with her.”&#0160; She whispers.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I’m sorry.”&#0160; I whisper back.&#0160; “Try to get Larry to help you get free.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;She squeezes me tighter then.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I love you, Delilah.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I love you too, Cassie.”&#0160; I hug her tighter, one last time.&#0160; “Watch out for yourself.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;And then the big fat lady grabs her out of my grip and slams the door.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="feedflare">
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<category>Chapter 97</category>

<dc:creator>LD Silver</dc:creator>
<pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2010 07:00:00 -0700</pubDate>

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<description>I’ve been afraid of becoming a zombie this whole time. Everyone is, of course, but now I will become one for sure. I sit with the blood from the shirt cooling on my hands and I realize that I will...</description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I’ve been afraid of becoming a zombie this whole time.&#0160; Everyone is, of course, but now I will become one for sure.&#0160; I sit with the blood from the shirt cooling on my hands and I realize that I will die but not die.&#0160; I will become – </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I shut my eyes and force everything out.&#0160; There is one last thing I must do.&#0160; I have to get Cassie to safety.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I put the shirt on the ground and stand up.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Come on.&#0160; We need to get to the compound.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Cassie just looks at me, crying and shaking her head.&#0160; I make sure that there’s no blood on my hands and then I kneel down and gently touch her sleeves.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“We need to get you somewhere safe.&#0160; Now.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;She nods and then collapses into more tears.&#0160; Sunshine comes over and pushes her nose into Cassie’s hand.&#0160; She hugs the dog tightly, and I’m glad Sunshine’s able to give her a hug when I can’t.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Emotionally, I feel cold inside, just cut off, with the thought of getting Cassie safely to the compound, before I turn, pounding in my head.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I get up and grab a bottle of water.&#0160; I scrub my hands and my neck until they’re clean of blood.&#0160; I take one of my shirts and tear off a strip and tie it around my neck, in a way that I hope looks like a nifty scarf.&#0160; I double-check that I’m clean of blood and then walk over and gently touch Cassie’s arm.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;She looks me over and then throws herself at me, wrapping her arms around me so tightly that I can’t breathe for a bit.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I sit on the ground, and that’s when we both dissolve into tears.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;It’s a good cry.&#0160; I feel like I should have done this long ago.&#0160; But as it ends and we both quiet, I can just feel a bit of the pain from the virus spreadhing through me.&#0160; It’s a dull ache at this point, but I know it’s a sign.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;We get up and head out with Cassie’s hand in mine.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;We walk for a long time.&#0160; The pain spreads slowly, building bit by bit, just like some flus will.&#0160; It reminds me a bit of a mix of food posioning and flu actually.&#0160; It feels like you’ve been poisioned, and it feel serious.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I worry that we won’t make it there in time.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“How long does it take?”&#0160; I ask.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“It’s different for everyone.&#0160; Longer if you took the Shot.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I did.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;And now I’m back to thinking about the Shot.&#0160; It took us so long to get the money.&#0160; I got the last batch of the Shot offerred before everything shut down.&#0160; I let that thought ping-pong through my mind and then I shut it down.&#0160;&#0160; I can’t have hope, not for my sake, and not for Cassie’s.&#0160; Better not to have hope and then have it wrenched away.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I don’t want her to see me turn.&#0160; I don’t want her to see me at the end, in all that pain.&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I pick up the pace a bit, and then eventually, we come up over a hill, and there on the other side is the compound.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="feedflare">
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<category>Chapter 96</category>

<dc:creator>LD Silver</dc:creator>
<pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2010 07:00:00 -0700</pubDate>

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<description>My hands clench and adrenaline rushes through me. He’s seen her. Dear God, he’s seen her. “No, not her.” I say. “Not her too.” My hands clench into fists and I run. He lunges. I build up speed as fast...</description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;My hands clench and adrenaline rushes through me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;He’s seen her.&#0160; Dear God, he’s seen her.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“No, not her.”&#0160; I say.&#0160; “Not her too.”&#0160; My hands clench into fists and I run.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;He lunges.</span>&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;<br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I build up speed as fast as I can, tensing every part of my body.&#0160; His misses her the first time and goes for her again and then I’m there and I leap at him.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I put my hands out and tackle him and we go to the ground.&#0160; It’s as we’re flying through the air that the thought whizzes through my brain that this is how my Mom died.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;And then we hit the ground and roll.&#0160; There’s a sharp pain in my neck and another one in my side, and then I’m on my back stiff-arming him away from me.</span>&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;<br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Stop it Sam,”&#0160; I say, even though I know it’s not really him.&#0160; Sick fear runs through me.&#0160; He’s so much stronger than me.&#0160; This isn’t going to last long.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;This is how my Mom died this is how my Mom died this is how my Mom died...</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Hey Sam,”&#0160; Cassie says.&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;We both look – God knows why he does – and then she swings a shovel just like I taught her and bangs him on the head.&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;It’s enough to get him off me.&#0160; I get up, the panic and adrenaline still pumping through me and making my hands shake.&#0160; I put one hand out for the shovel and she hands it to me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Sorry, Sam,”&#0160; I say, and give him a good hit on the head.&#0160; He hits the ground and stops moving.&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; Cassie and Iook at him.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I don’t think you’ve killed him,”&#0160; She says.</span>&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;<br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Me neither.”&#0160; I drop the shovel and grab his arms.&#0160; God, he’s heavy.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Get your backpack out of the Jeep and mine too,”&#0160; I say.&#0160; Cassie runs ahead of me, &#0160;&#0160; Sunshine nipping at her heels.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I drag him over to the Jeep while Cassie throws out supplies from the back, and then runs around and opens the driver door.&#0160; I boost and shove him in there as best as I can.&#0160; &#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;It’s not ptetty and he’d be hurting if he was still human, but it works.&#0160; I slam the door shut.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Wait for the cure Sam.”&#0160; I put my hand on driver door window.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“How are we going to use the Jeep now?”&#0160; Cassie asks.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“We’re not.&#0160; He told me it was fucked before he died.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I watch him for a few moments, not wanting to move away yet, and then I see him wake up.&#0160;&#0160; There’s a moment where he seems himself, and then he sees me, and throws himself at the window, hismouth open and his eyes crazed.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I love you,” I say, and take my hand away from the Jeep and step back.&#0160; “We’ll come back for you.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I turn and find Cassie holding a shirt in her hand and crying.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I know.&#0160; I’m sad too honey.&#0160; But it’ll be okay.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;She shakes her head and motions me closer.&#0160; She gets up on her tippy toes and holds the shirt against my neck.&#0160; It stings.&#0160; And then I realize my neck feels wet and cold.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I pull the shirt away from my neck and it’s covered in blood.</span>&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;<br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Cassiie’s crying gets louder as I hold the shirt in my hand and sink to the ground.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Oh God.”&#0160; It’s all I can think of to say.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="feedflare">
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<dc:creator>LD Silver</dc:creator>
<pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 07:00:00 -0700</pubDate>

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<description>He comes over the top of the hill and I stop still. Sam’s covered in blood. His shirt’s torn and his hair’s messed up. And his leg... His leg’s been mangled. Tears slide down my cheeks. “Delilah,” He says softly....</description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;He comes over the top of the hill and I stop still.&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Sam’s covered in blood.&#0160; His shirt’s torn and his hair’s messed up.&#0160; And his leg...&#0160; His leg’s been mangled.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Tears slide down my cheeks.</span>&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;<br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Delilah,” He says softly.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Please tell me it was a dog,”&#0160; I say.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Can’t.”&#0160; He collapses to the ground.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I scream.&#0160; I don’t care if the damn zombies come.&#0160; I scream and I shout – “No!” over and over.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;He lays there in a little heap, like he feels really bad.&#0160; And I realize that what I’m doing isn’t helping at all.&#0160; The tears stream down my face and I do everything I can to pull myself together, to calm down long enough to help a bit.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I kneel on the ground and pull him into my arms, and he makes a long, low pain sound.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Are you hurt inside?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“No, not like you mean.&#0160; Just the virus.”&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;There are streaks of sweat down his face.&#0160; God, if I’d gone out earlier I could have helped him, could have eased his pain, even just a bit.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“What happened?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I carefully shift so his head’s in my lap.&#0160; He snuggles into me, even though I can tell it hurts.&#0160; Sam closes his eyes for a minute, and then opens them his beautiful green eyes to stare off into the horizon.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“The Jeep’s fucked.&#0160; So after the fight I went to get oil.&#0160; I’d noticed a convenience store a bit before we pulled over last night.&#0160; Thought that was worth a try.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I was in the store, looking for the oil, when it bit my leg.&#0160; You just don’t expect them to go straight for your leg, you know?&#0160; You don’t expect them to crawl on the floor.&#0160; But that’s what it did.&#0160; Just crawled right up and took a chunk out of me.&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I put five bullets in it and it almost reached my neck before it finally stopped.&#0160; By then it was too late.&#0160; It took me hours to get back here.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I’m not going to stop the crying, it’s all I can do to keep breathing normally.&#0160; I stroke his hair and he pushes his head into my hand.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I’m sorry I didn’t come find you.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“It’s okay,”&#0160; He looks up at me.&#0160; “You would really tell people you’re married to me?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Yeah.” And a smile spreads across my face at the thought, even from under all the tears.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;He smiles then and it’s his glorious, happy smile.&#0160; He leans up, even wincing from the pain, and we kiss.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;It’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.&#0160; He reaches up and we hold hands.&#0160; Carefully, I break off the kiss and then slide down, so we’re holding each other.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Then I think of something.&#0160; I search both his wrists, slide my hands up higher.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Are you just not wearing the bracelet?&#0160; When did you get it?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Get what?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“The Shot.&#0160; When did you get the Shot?”&#0160; My mind races through the months, trying to remember from the memos which batches of the Shot were the strongest.&#0160; Obviously, the later he got his the better we chance we have.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I didn’t get the Shot.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“What?!”&#0160; I stop my frantic search and stare at him.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I didn’t get it Delilah,”&#0160; He says gently.&#0160; “Too broke.&#0160; Nobody cared.&#0160; Nobody ever cared, except you.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;He kisses me again, even as the tears flow faster and faster.&#0160; We wrap ourselves around each other.&#0160; Then he breaks off the kiss and holds my face.&#0160; He strokes my hair with the other hand and looks straight into my eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Come with me, Delilah,”&#0160; He says.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“What?”&#0160; I ask, surprised.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Come with me, just like Sid and Nancy.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I don’t know what’s on my face at this moment but my heart’s beating like a drum.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“They didn’t get to die together at the same time, but then they still got to be together.&#0160; If we die near the same time, we’ll get to be together.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“But we won’t be dead.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“No, see, that’s even better.&#0160; I’ve seen them Delilah.&#0160; I’ve seen the zombies that still hold on to each other.&#0160; We could be like that.&#0160; Together, until Cassie finds the cure.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">And then he kisses me again.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;My heart’s pounding out of my chest.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I don’t want to die.&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;What’s he’s saying is very romantic, very sweet.&#0160; Yes, I would like to spend the rest of my life with him, but I don’t want to die.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I’m afraid.”&#0160; It slips out and I didn’t even mean to say anything.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Me too,”&#0160; He says.&#0160; “But we’ll be together.&#0160; It’ll be okay.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;And it will leave Cassie all alone in the world.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I pull back and look at him.&#0160; His eyes are warm and so full of love.&#0160; He really does want to be with me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I love you,”&#0160; I say and I really mean it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I love you too.”&#0160; That glorious smile breaks over his face like a sunrise, and he kisses me and then holds me close.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I close my eyes and breathe him in, feeling his chest rise and fall.&#0160; He’s so warm against me.&#0160; Then he stiffens.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“No,”&#0160; I moan, and tears start falling again.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“It’s okay,”&#0160; He pats me as best as he can, and then he tenses again, and pulls away from me in pain.&#0160; He turns so his back is on the ground, and pulls up a bit from the pain, his hands clenching and opening.&#0160; I grab his hand and find that his skin is burning hot.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;He grips my hand and looks into my eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“I love you,”&#0160; He says.&#0160; Then he gives out a long low moan, and goes still.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;His hand is still warm in mine, and his eyes are closed, and I lose it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I get up and I walk a few steps away with my back turned, and totally lose it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I cry and I make those horrible sounds like my Mom made.&#0160; I finally understand why she made them, what it took to wrench them out of her.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;God, this hurts.&#0160; This hurts so much.&#0160; I want him back now.</span>&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;<br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I turn and look at him.&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Maybe I should have gone with him.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Delilah?”&#0160; This tender girl’s voice calls out.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;“Cassie?”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;I wipe my tears away, tyring to see, when Cassie comes over the hill.&#0160; It’s at that point that the zombie that is Sam opens his eyes and moans.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;He moves, and that’s when I realize.&#0160; He’s in between me and Cassie.&#0160; He’s closer to her.</span>&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;<br /><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;&#0160;Cassie screams.</span><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="feedflare">
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<category>Chapter 94</category>

<dc:creator>LD Silver</dc:creator>
<pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2010 07:00:00 -0700</pubDate>

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<description>God, Sam thought last night that I’d finally agreed to stay with him, even though that wasn’t really what I meant. Okay, I’ve got to come up with an answer before they come back and it’s got to be good....</description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">God, Sam thought last night that I’d finally agreed to stay with him, even though that wasn’t really what I meant.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Okay, I’ve got to come up with an answer before they come back and it’s got to be good.&#0160; But I can’t leave Cassie.&#0160; She’s all alone in this world, and she’s too young to look after herself.&#0160; What if she winds up with a bad new parent?&#0160; Will she know what to do?&#0160; Who will protect her, who will look after her?</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">But I want to be with Sam.&#0160; I’ve never felt this way for anyone else.&#0160; He sits near me and I feel like I’m vibrating inside.&#0160; He’s such a cool person too.&#0160; I want to know him better.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">I don’t know why he’s being so stubborn about this.&#0160; Really, how hard is it going to be to live with adults again?&#0160; We can just ignore the stuff we don’t like.&#0160; Sure, they’ll punish us, but really what can they do?</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Okay, so then every bad abusive scene from a movie pops in my head, and with the zombies they can get pretty creative,&#0160; and there aren’t any cops to help out anymore either.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">But what if they thought we were adults somehow?&#0160; I’m mean, okay, with me it’s stretching it a bit, but Sam isn’t so far off.&#0160; What if we say that he’s older, say eighteen, and we say that I’m a bit younger than that.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">But it we say that I’m under eighteen, they could still separate us, right?&#0160; They could say that I need a guardian, or a step mom or whatever, and she could say I can’t see him anymore.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">That’s bullshit!</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Okay, maybe I see a bit of what he’s saying about adults.&#0160; I don’t want to go back to that crap either.&#0160; I mean I can take care of myself.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">And then I think of something, something that would have them treat us as adults.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">We could tell them that we’re married.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Yeah, we could do that.&#0160; We could say that our parents were worried about us being all alone if something bad happened with the zombies and let us get married.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">That would work, right?&#0160; Nobody orders around the married couples.&#0160; We could live together and do what we want.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Yes!&#0160; Now I’ve just got to convince Sam.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">I smile to myself and then get everything piled back into the Jeep, ready for when the others come back.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Hours go by.</span><br /><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">The sun’s beating down on me and I’m worried all to hell.&#0160; I bet it’s noon by now and neither of them are back.&#0160; I pace back and forth, trying to choose a direction.&#0160; Should I go after Cassie?&#0160; She’s little, but she also has Sunshine.&#0160; Should I go after Sam?&#0160; Did he take a weapon?</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Crap! </span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Then I hear a shout.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Delilah!”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">It’s Sam.&#0160; I jump up, happy to hear him.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Yeah?”&#0160; I yell back.&#0160; “Hey, Sam, I know how to fix everything.”&#0160; I run towards his voice, near the edge of the hill.&#0160; “Let’s just tell them we’re married!” </span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Delilah!”&#0160; And it’s this horrible, ragged cry.&#0160; For a minute there I think that means that he doesn’t want to tell people he’s married to me.&#0160; Then the sound of it sinks in.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">His voice is full of sorrow and pain.</span><br /><br /><br />&#0160; <br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="feedflare">
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<category>Chapter 93</category>

<dc:creator>LD Silver</dc:creator>
<pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2010 07:00:00 -0700</pubDate>

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<description>It’s still daylight when Sam suggests pulling over for the night. “Isn’t it a little early?” Cassie asks. “Yeah, but this way we get a good night’s sleep and show up at the compound rested and looking good,” Sam says....</description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">It’s still daylight when Sam suggests pulling over for the night.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Isn’t it a little early?”&#0160; Cassie asks.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Yeah, but this way we get a good night’s sleep and show up at the compound rested and looking good,”&#0160; Sam says.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">We all agree, but I think he just wants another night with us.&#0160; That’s cool with me – I’d like another night with him.&#0160; </span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">We’re in an area of fields of grass and hills.&#0160; These hills aren’t rounded, instead they’re high and sometimes have a bit of a cliff to them.&#0160; At the top of one we find hay baled into squares and stacked four high and three wide.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Probably kept out here to feed cattle,”&#0160; Sam says.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“That makes sense,”&#0160; I say.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“So we’re sleeping in the Jeep again?”&#0160; Cassie asks with a sour face.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Nope, we’re sleeping up there,”&#0160; Sam points to the top of the hay stack.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Really?”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Yeah,”&#0160; He smiles.&#0160; “Just put down some blankets and we’ll be fine.”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">There’s no place we want to really light a fire, so we break out some bread, canned peaches and vienna sausages.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“I don’t really like these sausages,”&#0160; Sam says.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Better than sardines,”&#0160; I tell him.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Yeah,”&#0160; He shrugs.&#0160; “I could still use a steak.”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Me too.&#0160; How about you Cassie?”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“I’d love a pizza!”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“That sounds good,”&#0160; I toss Sunshine a sausage and she swallows it whole.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">After dinner Sam shows Cassie how to carefully climb the hay, and then she starts setting up our sleeping area.&#0160; </span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Sam and I hold hands and walk over to another haystack nearby.&#0160; As soon as we’re out of sight on the other side he pulls me into his arms and kisses me.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">I lose everything but him for a few minutes, and when we eventually stop I’m thankful to find that no zombies sneaked up on us.&#0160; I’m pressed back against the hay, and there’s this wonderful green scent coming from it.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Let’s take her there, make sure she’s safe, and then go home.&#0160; We can come visit her every once in a while.”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Why don’t you just stay there with us?”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">He kisses me again and it feels like he’s pressuring me with his kisses.&#0160; It’s like he’s saying, ‘stay with me’ when he does it.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">I break off the kiss so that I can hug him.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“I don’t understand why you won’t at least try it.”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Exactly.&#0160; I don’t understand why you won’t either.”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">I put my head on his shoulder but that just makes it worse.&#0160; My whole body lights up.&#0160; I rack my brain trying to think of something; of some way for this to work.&#0160; Why can’t I just have both?</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“I want to be with you,”&#0160; He hugs me tighter.</span>&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">His scent, his touch, makes it so much harder to think.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“I want to be with you too,”&#0160; I say.&#0160; And then I let everything go, so I can just enjoy the present, enjoy him.&#0160; Then I kiss him.</span><br /><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">After we come back, we tie a rope around Sunshine and lift her up on the haystack.&#0160; She sniffs every edge but fortunately doesn’t fall off.&#0160; Then we all settle down and go to sleep with all of us snuggled near each other.&#0160; I feel safe, and warm and happy.&#0160; Then I drift off to sleep.</span><br /><br /><p>&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">In the morning I wake up and I’m the only one left on the stack.&#0160; The blankets are crumbled and just left behind.&#0160; </span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Then I hear shouting.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">I scramble to the edge of the hay, my heart pounding in my chest.&#0160; I don’t have any weapons on me.&#0160; I peer over the edge, fearing the worst, but I don’t see any zombies.&#0160; Instead Sam and Cassie are yelling at each other.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“She’s staying with me!”&#0160; Cassie yells.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“No!&#0160; She told me last night she’s going to be with me!”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Oh crap.&#0160; He totally misunderstood what I said.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Cassie!&#0160; Sam!”&#0160; I shout and scramble down, but by the time I make it to the ground both of them are headed in different directions.</span>&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Cassie!&#0160; Sam!”&#0160; I yell again, but neither of them turn around.&#0160; I sink to the ground and pull my knees in against my chest.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Crap.&#0160; How have I made things even worse?</span><br /><br /></p><div class="feedflare">
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<pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2010 07:00:00 -0700</pubDate>

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<content:encoded><![CDATA[&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">The next day we’ve been traveling for a few hours when we hit the edge of a small town.&#0160; I look&#0160; for zombies but all I see are abandoned cars, open houses and blood.&#0160; Then we drive past a nice little park, complete with overgrown green lawn.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Stop!”&#0160; Cassie calls out.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Why?”&#0160; I ask.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Look!”&#0160; She points, and then I see movement near one of the trees in the middle of the park.&#0160; It’s a man – an adult – and I think he sees us.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Is he a zombie?”&#0160; Sam asks.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“I don’t think so.”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">The guy stops and waves his arms while jumping up and down.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Nope, not a zombie,”&#0160; I say.&#0160; I roll down the window and shout out – “C’mon!”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">The man runs towards us, and with each step I can see more about him.&#0160; I think he’s in his late thirties.&#0160; He’s balding but trying to hide it with his hair cut short and in spikes.&#0160; He’s wearing khakis, sneakers, and a red polo that’s slightly torn.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“What’s that sound?”&#0160; Cassie asks.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Oh my God,”&#0160; Sam says.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“What?”&#0160; I ask, then follow where Sam’s pointing.&#0160; The sound is a low rumble of zombie moans, and I’d say there are at least a hundred zombies, a lot of them fast, pouring through the park.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Run!”&#0160; I shout.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">The guy doesn’t even look over his shoulder, just pumps his arms and pushes his head down.&#0160;&#0160; Cassie opens her door and scoots over to the other side, holding Sunshine.&#0160; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">He leaps into the Jeep, saying “Ow” at the same time.&#0160; He pulls the door shut behind him.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Floor it!”&#0160; He shouts.&#0160; “Straight ahead!”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">The fast zombies are maybe two blocks behind him.&#0160; The man rolls down the window and screams out – </span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Fuck you!&#0160; Fuck you!”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">In the mirror, I see him raise something black, something that looks like a remote for a TV, and then press it triumphantly.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">First I hear a sound, a pow, and then a rumbling, and then something explodes on the other side of the park.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Sam floors it and the Jeep jumps forward.&#0160; The guy, the adult, is giggling as buildings explode all around town.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Finally he stops laughing and rolls up the window.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">He looks at us, and we look at him.&#0160; I’m sure my eyes are as wide as saucers.&#0160; He’s dirty and there are tracks in his skin from sweat, but it’s been ages since I’ve seen anyone as gloriously happy as this guy is at this minute.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“I got &#39;em, man, I got &#39;em,”&#0160; He mumbles to himself and then seems to notice where we are.&#0160; “Take a left here.”&#0160; </span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">Sam complies and I grab for the bar above my head as we swing around the corner.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Kids, hunh?”&#0160; The guy nods his head a couple of times as if it makes complete sense.&#0160; “Hey,take a right here, buddy, and stop okay?”&#0160; He slaps the side of Sam’s seat, like I’ve seen other men slap each other’s backs.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">We turn around the corner and there’s a black SUV sitting there alone under a tree.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Hey great job buddy.&#0160; Good luck okay!”&#0160; And with a smile and a wave he’s out the door and trotting to his vehicle.&#0160; We watch him get in and drive off in stunned silence.</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; <span style="font-family: Verdana;">“Adults are crazy,”&#0160; Sam says.&#0160; He turns in his seat and looks at Cassie.&#0160; “You sure you want to go to this compound full of adults?”</span><br />&#0160;&#0160;&#0160; 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<category>Chapter 91</category>

<dc:creator>LD Silver</dc:creator>
<pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 07:00:00 -0700</pubDate>

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