CHAPTER ELEVEN
Violet was dragging Vincents body into the mausoleum whn she felt something hit her foot. Cringing, wondering what random piece had fallen off of the corpse, she looked down cautiously. She was surprised to see a man's wallet beside her foot. Where had Vincent gotten a wallet? It couldn't possibly be his. It wouldn't have lasted this whole time. She considered this. Maybe it would have, as she had never seen Vincent change. And he was rather tattered filthy and smelly. On top of Estelle's stinky diaper this day wasn't the freshest in memory. She looked at the smaller hunter and frowned. Where did he find this tiny creature? Were they infected together? Did they know each other before the infection?
She decided that the body was secure as it was ever going to be. So she slipped the wallet into her pocket and headed home. There was no reason to stick around and wait for the zombies to find her. After some hesitation, the smaller hunter started to follow her. Violet gave her a hard stare. She wasn't going to kill her but she certainly wasn't bringing that beast into the sanctuary. She slipped inside to change estelles diaper and examine the wallet. She really needed to get to the store so she had to make it quick.
The wallet was well worn, black and faded. Made of leather it didn't fasten, rather it just unfolded. Inside were a license, various credit and debit cards, cash, some photos and a school ID. On it said staff. He worked at the school? She looked at the license. Brennan Evans, age 26, 185 pounds, 6'2" tall, blue eyes, brown hair. That was about the right height, when he stood on two feet. Violet shook her head. The picture on the license was of a handsome man, with a charming half smile. If this was Vincent, he had been gorgeous.
The school ID showed the same handsome man, in a dress shirt and tie. Well he wasn't a gym teacher. The debit and credit cards all bore the same name. Brennan Evans was a handsome man, but he wasn't a wealthy one. There was only six dollars in cash and some odd change. A coffee shop punch card made violet smile sadly. He had only been two coffees away from his free cup.
The photographs were what really interested Violet. The first was of Brennan with three small dogs. He was smiling brightly at the camera, in front of a small house. Violet was almost jealous of how picturesque this scene really was. It was beautiful. The next photo was even more interesting. This photo was professionally done, as most wedding pictures are. Brennans bride was beautiful in a flowing white gown that cascaded to the floor. She looked like a princess. Big brown doe eyes complimented her tanned skin. Long black hair fell in soft, loose curls. They made a beautiful couple and violet felt a twinge of jealousy once again. There were a few more pictures of this beautiful woman. In one she was wearing cut off jean shorts and a tank top, posing with one of the small dogs from the previous picture. Another was of her wearing a stunning and sexy red evening dress, and the last was Violet's favorite. The woman looked completely delighted, a smile ear to ear. A Christmas tree in the background was lit up and only complimented her glow. She was opening a gift and she looked straight out of a magazine.
The final photograph in the wallet was stuffed into an inner pocket and Violet almost missed it. In this photo Brennan smiled ear to ear, in front of the same house in the other pictures. He had his arms wrapped around his equally delighted and heavily pregnant wife. In the photo Brennan was wearing a hoodie that was awfully similar to the red and black one she had just seen on the hunters body before she closed the mausoleum. She searched the wallet for baby pictures, but there was none. That left her to believe Brennan had been infected shortly after this photo had been taken. If he was wearing a hoodie it stood to reason this was during the late spring, early summer. Violet felt her heart drop when she thought of Brennan never meeting his child. She shuddered to think what had happened to the beautiful woman in the pictures.
She looked once again to the happy family in front of their beautiful little home. She stared at the house. It almost looked familiar. Then it hit her. It was familiar. Infact she passed it on every supply run she went on. She stared sadly at the pictures before putting them back into the wallet and placing them on the table. Vincent hadn't made it very far from home. This outbreak of disease had destroyed thousands if not millions of lives. But today Violet cried for Brennan Evans, his beautiful wife and their unborn child.