Me, Christa, Omid, Ben and Clementine all stayed inside. We could still hear walkers gurgling outside the mansion's walls. We tried our best to ignore it, I decided to wander around again, I came to the stairs, they creaked with each step I took, until I reached the hallway on the second floor. It had a bathroom, with all the porcelain around the sink and toilet cracked. There were four bedrooms, and I mentally calculated who would sleep in which bed.
Christa and Omid in the double bed at the front of the hallway.
In the middle, there was two single beds, one by the wall and one opposite it for Lee and Clementine.
And there was two at the rear end of the hallway, I'd sleep in the one one the left, and Ben would sleep in the room opposite. Maybe Kenny could sleep on the sofa downstairs?
I laughed at the thought.
I walked towards what was to be my room and searched the draws. All I found was a very small, dishevelled looking plush Husky, two sparkling red gel pens, and a small pocket dictionary with tea stained pages. Flopping down on the bed, book in hand, I read with great strain. I found the word zombie: A fictional character of horror. Well, that's a proven myth. Getting up again, I walked back downstairs to greet the muffled howls of Omid and Ben hugging his knees.
"Is he feeling any better? You know, besides the horrible noise." I whispered.
Ben shrugged his shoulders and buried his head into his school jacket.
"Hey, you're from SM!" I spoke louder, noticing the initials.
The corners of his lips twitched, hinting a smile. "My school and yours were facing last semester in basketball. I was E.C-16"
"Yeah, I was on the bench. B.P-23. I think I saw you, scoring a couple of points." This time he smiled a little wider.
Clementine and Christa emerged from the kitchen, carrying nothing but half a dry cracker. "There's a bed upstairs for Omid." I bent down to his level, offering him my hand like he did to me when we first met. He clutched it tightly and hauled himself upward. Christa helped him to the stairs.
There was another very loud bell ring, nearly shaking the house, even if it was so far away. A gust of wind thumped at the window, cackling and banging like a madman attempting a break-in. Clem put her fingers in her ears.
Then, she gasped. "Lee!" "They're going where Lee is!" She dashed for the door. "Please, Eva, please!" Her eyes widened. I opened the door after a few moments of contemplating, and pushed her behind my back as we stepped into the thick, pungent air. Following the walkers again, towards the bay.
With a new collection of fresh sweat forming underneath my mousey brown fringe.