"Seriously Carlisle. I'm not going to leave. Things are getting worse, yeah, but that's why I have to stay!"
"Will you at least be careful?" Esme's voice came over the phone. Guess she was on the other extension.
"Of course I will, Esme. Look, Our patrol goes out tonight. If it makes you feel better, I'll give you a call when I get back, okay?"
"Please do that. We'll talk to you then. But you're always welcome here. We've got a plan set up here."
I sighed. "I know, Carlisle. But I'm not leaving until I have to. If it even comes to that, anyway."
"Bye."
I hung up. Carlisle and Esme have not given up the idea of me joining them in California. But now it's September, and things are picking up. I can't just leave now, when our group finally got called up with a patrol schedule.
It was fairly simple, really. There was now a set curfew of ten-thirty, although if everyone could be in their homes by nine, it was appreciated. We just had to patrol the neighborhoods, check anyone who was wandering outside, and terminate any infected. I don't think any of us would like doing that.
In the morning, I was disappointed. Nothing had happened. We didn't see or hear anyone. I called Carlisle to tell him, and I could tell he was a bit more relaxed with the idea that there wasn't a big danger here. All the outbreaks that have occurred, while fairly numerous, had been easily contained. But to be completely safe, more and more patrols were being put out.
My phone rang as I was about to get some sleep. "There's been a serious outbreak. Twenty of them are wandering by the hospital. We're all supposed to group and get to our areas to get everyone inside." Laurent's voice carried a bit of excitement as he spoke quickly into the phone.
I jumped up and rushed out the door, texting Carlisle on the way so he would know.