This isn't listed in the categories but I think more people should probably give it a chance. It's inspired by the old radio dramas and is about a group of survivors trying to live in a world overrun by zombies. This started out as a recurring dream and I couldn't get it out of my head. The characters are mine and not from We're Alive. I hope you like it. All comments are welcome.
Chapter 11
It was very late when we finally returned to the camp. We had gone back to the main building briefly to grab a few more items out of the kitchen and I snagged a few bottles of beer for myself. After a day like today, I felt I needed something to take the edge off. With Aenne the designated driver, I didn't have to worry. Thankfully we made it to our rooms without running into anyone. Once my door was closed, I started kicking off my boots and socks, tossing everything into a pile nearby. I was humming as I pulled my shirt out of my shorts and fell onto the bed laughing. I threw the shirt away and quickly reached under my pillow, pulling out a gun I had hidden underneath.
"Do you want to explain why you're in my room?" I asked to shadow I had barely noticed movement out of. "Talk fast. I will not hesitate to shoot you."
"Probably because you've been off the training ground since this afternoon, Moll," a voice said from the far side of the room before a light blinked on. "You're drunk."
I held my hand out to block out the sudden light and lowered the gun as I sat back down on the bed. "The morning was shot when I had to drive Lincoln back to the compound," I said as I flipped the safety back on the gun. "And I'm not drunk."
"I heard," he said. "A very healthy baby girl. Put something on, will you?" I looked down, realizing that I was indeed sitting on my bed in a bra and shorts and laughed. Okay, maybe I'm little bit drunk, I thought to myself. "Were you there when she was born?"
"We made it just in time. He asked me to come in with him. I don't know how he managed to make it inside the room without my help. He paled each and every time his wife cried out in pain. All men are babies, I swear! Understandably he won't be rejoining us," I said as I slid the gun back under my pillow. "Is there something you wanted?"
"I was wondering how things are progressing here," he said as I got up and walked to closet to take my robe out and put it on.
"They're almost ready," I said as I tied the sash and returned to the bed. "I told you I wasn't about to rush them, even if they are the best candidates."
"And what can you tell me about Lily and Kyle? How are they working out?"
"Kyle takes everything I've thrown at him so far, every punishment I can think up and pushed me right back," I admitted. "He's changed a great deal since he's been here. I can see it in his eyes. It's a vast improvement and he'll make a good fit to any team he gets picked in. Maybe I should have tried this sooner." I sat down and grabbed a pillow. "Lily looks alright but she's taken a few men and decided to do more cross training. And she's chosen to do it far away from the rest of us. If I didn't know any better, I would say she's trying to make sappers out of them," I said and looked up at him steadily.
"You know we need more distraction units, Moll."
"But is she really the best person to train them? Her whole squad is gone!" I looked at him as he wiped his palm across his face. "I know I can't keep her from going back out there. But do you really think it's a good idea to send her out there that way?"
"We may need the groups she's training, Moll," he said. "It's the best way to keep our people alive."
"Then let me finish training the ones I have. Sappers can handle the explosives but keep them paired with a fully fleshed out team."
"I will," he said as he got up and headed towards the door. "Get some rest. We may have need of everyone we can get sooner than you think."
"What's that supposed to mean, Roadie?" I asked him, knowing full well he would not answer me. It seemed that lately I saw less and less of him and he shared very little with me now that I was so far away on the training grounds. As children, we had shared all our secrets and I knew that whatever he couldn't tell me, it was weighing heavily on his mind.
"I'll brief you as soon as I know something, Moll," he said.
"Call next time," I told him as I reached back and began to twist my hair into a makeshift bun. He stopped and turned back to me, raising an eyebrow as he smiled at me. I tilted my head to the side and batted my eyes at him. "You never know what deprived things I might be doing this late at night," I joked. "Maybe I should send Aenne back with you…"
"I know what you're not doing, if that's what you mean to imply, dear cousin," he said as he opened the door. "Although, leaving him handcuffed to your bed was a bit inspired. I don't think I've ever seen Aenne turn that shade of red before."
I shook my head and laughed, recalling the brief look of disbelief on his face when I tried to convince him to do it a few days earlier. I sat close by him on the bed and shook the handcuffs at him, certain he wouldn't agree. I was rather shocked when he got up and started to undress. Then I looked away, trying to ignore his hands when he began to unbuckle his belt and then slowly pulled out his shirt from his jeans…
I got up as he was leaving and placed my hand on hip. "You forgot the part where he was naked, dear cousin," I said as I walked over to my bathroom. I heard him laugh as he closed my door.