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Chapter 2
Henry and I searched each aisle for any signs of zombies being in the building. There was none. The two of us headed back to the gun counter, where the other two groups had returned. "How are we on supplies?"
"Two months, give or take," said a gal. "And that is figuring in the number in our group."
"That's good," I replied. "Now I think it is time to appoint a leader of the group. Any nominations?"
"What about you?" said Henry.
"I'm only fifteen," I replied.
"Yeah, but," said the supplies girl. "You were able to figure out what needed to be done."
"Any other nominations?" I asked. Nobody raised their hand. "All in favor of me?" Everyone raised their hands. "This should be fun. Very well. I want two people posted at the front door at all times. We can work in shifts. Any volunteers for the first shift?" Henry raised his hand. "I need one more." Another guy raised his hand. "Thank you..."
"Jack."
"Thank you, Jack. We'll run in two hour shifts. Children will not guard the door. Is anyone here, a doctor or a nurse?" One gal raised her hand. "What's your name?"
"Casey."
"I need someone who would like to organize the guard shifts." Henry raised his hand. "Thank you Henry. I need someone in charge of the distribution of food." A young lady raised her hand.
"Megan."
"Thank you, Megan. The people in charge of the areas I covered, will basically be the council. We'll try to meet about once a day. Except for Henry and Jack, I think we should all get some rest. I'll take one of the spots of the second shift."
"I will too," said Megan.
"One more thing, if
you wander the store, do not go alone, under any circumstances. Is
that understood?"
"Yes," they all replied.
"Shouldn't we know each other's names?" suggested Casey.
"That is a good idea. I'll start. My name is DJ." We went around. I also took the time to go around, in my mind, and name everyone again. Henry and Jack headed to the entrance, while the rest went to get sleeping stuff.
"We found a matress," said Megan. "You can have it."
"Thanks, but no thanks. We can use that as our med bed."
"Okay," she replied. I grabbed a sleeping bag, pillow and blanket. It was a Power Ranger sheet but I didn't care. It would have to make do. We would all have to. I really only laid in my sleeping bag looking at the ceiling. My watch went off and I made my way to the door. Megan had already arrived.
"What's been happening?"
"Not much," replied Henry. "Occasionally, one of the infected walked by, but didn't stopped."
"The fewer that know we are here, the better. You guys go get some sleep." Henry and Jack left and Megan and I just sat in chairs facing the doors.
"How did you end up here, LJ?" asked Megan.
"I worked the gun counter. You?"
"Driving by and I saw a whole bunch of people running in. I ran over one of the infected." She started crying.
"What's wrong?"
"One of the people that had to leave because they were infected, was my husband."
"I'm sorry, but it was necessary."
"I know," she replied. "He was bitten by our neighbor's daughter." (A/N. Sound familiar?) "What about you?"
"No idea," I replied. "Probably dead." Just then, one of the infected walked by. I got up and walked over. The men who put the boards up had left a small area to look out. There were infected all over the parking lot. I could see cars that had been destroyed for one reason or another. The infected one walked by. I sat back down. I grabbed the shotgun that was by the chair. Henry and Jack had left a few guns by the door.
"What was that?" said Megan. I had heard it too. It was coming from the store. I got the shotgun ready to fire.
"Don't shoot, DJ" said a girl's voice.
"Why aren't you asleep, Morgan?"
"Couldn't sleep," she said.
"You shouldn't have come alone."
"I know," she replied. Morgan looked at me with innocent little eyes.
"You can sit here for a few, but then you need to go back."
"Fine," she replied. "What are those out there?"
"I have no idea," I replied.
"I do," said Megan.
"What? Why didn't you say something?"
"Never came up. They're zombies."
"You're kidding?"
"No," she replied. "Remind me a little of the one's in Dawn of the Dead."(A/N. That is why it is familiar)
"That explains a lot," I said. "The question is, how?"
"No idea," replied Megan.
"You need to go back, Morgan," I said.
"Okay," she replied. She left. About an hour later, two more guys, Charlie and Oliver.
"Thanks," I said. Megan and I headed back, and I got back in my sleeping bag. This time I was able to sleep.
I woke up the next morning and saw that most people were sleeping. I walked among the sleeping bags. I found one person awake in the sleeping area. "What is it, Susan?" I asked. She was sitting near the gun counter. I sat down beside her. I looked around, because she wasn't talking. There was an empty pregnancy box on the floor next to her. "Are you?" She nodded. I put my arm around her. "It will be okay."
"No it won't," she said. "This is not the proper place to raise a child."
"It is better than out there." That made Susan smile.
"I guess you're right." I gave her a hug. The two of us got up.
"Is the father here?"
"No," she replied. "He was bitten, and then ran over by a lady in a car." I just laughed. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," I replied. The two of us headed back to the sleeping area. Megan was up and working on getting food ready. I walked over to here.
"I checked on a few things. We actually have a few working ovens and microwaves."
"Wow," I replied. "That gives us a few more options. What are the choices today?" She held up two cans.
"Mixed fruit or cream of corn."
"Mixed fruit," I said. I looked at the cans the supply people had grabbed. There was about twenty dozen cans. I took a can opener and opened my mixed fruit and then grabbed a plastic spoon. "Remember, limit stuff that we would have to wash. Stick to plastic."
"Figured as much." I found a small table and sat down. Susan joined me with her spam can.
"You liked that stuff?"
"Yeah," she replied. "My parents had it so often, I kind had to adjust." We ate mostly in quiet. As time went on, more people woke and grabbed breakfast. After I finished, I went to a phone.
"Council meeting in twenty, in furniture department," I said. Henry had joined me and the two of us made our way. We arrived and the two of us crashed on the couches. We were eventually joined by the others. "Okay, I know it is the first day, but I thought we could go over a few things. First, Henry, how is the guard schedule coming?"
"I've basically got it finished, but then I have to fine tune it."
"Does this time work for everyone to meet?"
"Yeah," was the general reply.
"Put that on the schedule," I said. "That way, we don't have one of us on duty during this time. Second, Megan told me this morning that she found some ways that we can use ovens and microwaves."
"They are currently all plugged. I'd say about once every two weeks, we can treat the group to a specialty meal, like pizza or hamburgers. We do have a charcoal grill and gas grills."
"No gas grills," I replied. "It's too risky."
"Very well. Tonight could be the first specialty. We've got plenty of pizzas, and a variety of them too."
"Sounds like a plan. I don't want to have mixed fruit three meals in a row." Everyone laughed. "That's it for today. Same place same time tomorrow."
A/N. Please R&R. Hope you are enjoying. So they have made it through the first night. Yes, there will be zombies.
Preview: The specialty meal becomes something else. I say no more.
