Sookie

Sookie woke to the scent of bacon floating through the shop and into the basement. She rolled over to nudge Quinn awake but found that he wasn't there. Bellowing laughter could be heard from what Sookie assumed was the second floor of the shop. Pulling herself up from the sleeping bag, she started walking towards the laughter and found herself in the small apartment above the shop.

Quinn was laughing and shoving food down his throat simultaneously as Sookie entered the kitchen. She had no idea what could be so funny about their predicament.

"Morning, babe. Tina made a delicious breakfast," Quinn said, looking happy as ever.

"That's great, but we should be going."

Quinn instantly lost his happy mood.

"Going? We can't leave. Not yet anyway. Those things are still out there," Quinn said as he pointed to the direction of the front door with a piece of half-eaten bacon.

Sookie smiled at Tina, suddenly remembering her manners.

"Thank you for offering your home to us and making this lovely breakfast, but we really had better be on our way."

"Your boyfriend's right, honey. They're still out there and I don't know if anyone else's going to be willing to open their doors to anyone," Tina said.

This was not what Sookie had anticipated. Eric was in trouble and Sookie was stuck in a strange family's home. She couldn't help him from here. What if the two were connected? What if Eric's disappearance had something to do with this zombie outbreak? Sookie pondered how this could be possible.

Sookie was under the impression that a zombie would be no match for a vampire. It wouldn't be possible for zombies to have taken him. She shook her head. After all that she had seen, this was still almost unbelievable.

Quinn stood up from the table and politely washed off his plate, placing it in the sink. He approached her and placed his hands on her waist.

"What're you thinking about, babe?"

"I'm just wondering if this is all connected, but I can't make sense of it," Sookie said with a hushed voice.

"You mean Eric disappearing being connected with zombies? I don't know. I think Eric could defend himself against a zombie."

Sookie chewed on her bottom lip nervously. She had to get out of here, even if it was just to go back to Bon Temps. Tina and Rick seemed nice enough, but she had a weird feeling about them.

"Quinn, we have to get out of here," Sookie whispered.

"Oh, I don't think so, darling," Rick said, appearing out of nowhere.

"Excuse me?" Quinn asked with a confused expression.

"I was given strict orders to keep you here."

A few dishes clattered as Tina fled from the room in a hurry. Quinn looked as if he were contemplating putting his fist to Rick's nose. Sookie didn't give him the chance as she advanced towards Rick.

"What do you mean you were given orders?"

"Just what I said," Rick said plainly.

"Who gave you these orders?" Quinn asked with anger in his voice.

"Didn't ask. Are you done with the questions or can I eat my breakfast?"

Sookie looked at Rick in disbelief as he sat at the kitchen table and began to eat his breakfast.

"And remember I have a shotgun, if you ever get the notion to try to run," Rick said with an eerily calm tone.

"What's in it for you?" Sookie asked, tilting her head to the side.

"The safety of my son."