Val stared at me for a while, her mouth pressed into a thin line. For a moment, I thought she wanted to say something, but then she just shook her head, as though she found it a hopeless cause to share what was on her mind. She turned her back on me, hesitating then poured bottled water over a towel and handed it to me. “Clean that thing off! And don’t think I didn’t notice your drooling.” She pointed down at my sledgehammer.
I wasn’t sure whether she meant I should clean it or that she thought she’d seen me drooling over it. My gaze wandered from the damp towel to the sledgehammer, and a smile crossed my lips. “I didn’t realize a sledgehammer could be so sexy,” I said.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m pretty sure you know what I meant.”
“Thanks. I know you mean well.” With a nod from her, I started to clean all the zombie guts off the hammer.
Val had calmed down some, but I could tell my sister’s theatrics weren’t over. “When did you have time to change that dress of yours?” she asked Claire, her voice sweet as honey. “While I was out there saving our butts?”
“It was bloody!” she yelled back with mock disgust.
“If all you care about is looking cute, you’ll never survive out here! How far do you think you’ll get in flimsy sandals?”
Jackie cut in, “Hey, if we’d have known zombies were about to break in and we’d end up running for our lives, trust me, we would’ve chosen other shoes.”
Val set her bottled water down on the coffee table. “If you’re going to hang with us, you darn well better get yourself a decent pair of tennis shoes…and next time, you’d better have my back.”
“We will,” Jackie said. “We’ll go find some jeans and better shoes upstairs. I think I saw some close to our size.”
“Why do I smell perfume?” Nick asked.
Val motioned to the girls. “These geniuses found a bottle upstairs and slathered themselves with it.”
“We were trying to get the smell of blood out of our hair and clothes!” Claire whispered, the telltale hue of red covering her cheeks. “We’ve been through a lot, so please, can you just…?” Her voice trailed off insecurely.
I regarded her intently. The way her gaze shifted across the floor uncomfortably told me she knew she should’ve been out there helping us instead of cleaning up, but either she couldn’t help herself or it was her way of dealing with the prospect of an untimely death. Who can blame her?
Val looked at me and shrugged. “Can you believe these girls? How are they still alive? I’ll tell ya. They’ve been riding everyone’s coattails and—”
“Val, that’s enough,” Nick said, sipping on a can of warm Pepsi from the pantry. “These girls have lost people they’ve cared about. They’re in shock and doing the best they can. Besides, they’re the least of our worries right now. Let’s scavenge the house for supplies.”
I nodded. “Yeah, let’s look for any possible weapons, canned food, bottled water, and medical supplies,” I suggested, knowing Val’s dressing needed to be changed as soon as possible.
“You guys are right.” Val stood and walked over to the glass wall. “There’re Jeeps outside. Whoever lived here might’ve tried to make it out alive, but they obviously didn’t, which explains why the place is deserted. Let’s load the Jeeps up with survival gear and get our butts on the road before the same fate befalls us.”
“We need to hurry, people,” Nick said. “Lingering in this fancy glass house makes us sitting ducks. The only way to stay safe is to keep moving.”
Claire suddenly cleared her throat. “Why can’t we all just stay here? You killed the zombies who were chasing us.”
Val shot her an irritated look. “You’re crazy! You might think you’re safe in here, but you’re not. You can do whatever you want, but we’re not staying here. Come with us if you want, or stay here and play dress-up and die.”
“What makes you such an expert? After what we’ve seen out there, you couldn’t pay me to come with you, and surely not if you keep being bossy.”
“Bossy? Me?” Val looked at me like she was shocked to be called such a name. “Am I bossy?”
I bit my lip. “Uh…well—”
“Well?”
“Maybe just a tad.”
Val blew out a breath and turned back toward Claire. “Trust me, the feelings are mutual. I’ll drop you off in a heartbeat at the first safe place we find.”
Claire tossed her long red hair over her shoulder. “I’m not hitching up with a new group. I’ve been there, done that. The last one couldn’t protect us, and I doubt you can either. My new game plan is just to stay here.” She nudged Jackie’s arm. “This is a great hiding place, right?”
Before Jackie could answer, Val cut in. “Suit yourself. It’s your funeral. But we’re outta here, right, guys?”
Nick carried a case of bottled water. “Definitely. Staying here is like signing your own death certificate, especially with these glass walls. Besides, you girls don’t even know how to defend yourselves.”
“I packed up all the guns, but I left two out for Claire and Jackie,” Val said, pointing to the fireplace mantel. “I also put a bunch of holsters on the table for everyone. Well, I think Nick has his own. But anyway, give Claire and Jackie one, and while you’re at it, maybe you should give them some pointers.”
Claire rolled her eyes. “I’m really not into violence.”
“I don’t care what you’re not into. It’s all about survival now,” Val said. “’Cause those things will tear you apart. They’ll munch on your flesh—gnawing, biting, and chewing—all while you’re still alive watching.”
Jackie threw a couch pillow at Val. “C’mon! That’s gross!”
Val placed her hands on her hips. “No, that’s reality. You better get hip with the times, ‘cause we’re living in a post-apocalyptic world now. This isn’t some pretty world filled with colorful daffodils and butterflies. It’s do or die.”
“Does your sister think she’s Lara Croft or something?” Claire asked.
“We’re giving you some guns,” Val said, turning to face her.
She shook her head. “No!”
Val met her gaze straight on. “Yes. You have the right to defend yourself! If a zombie crosses that line, you’re gonna need an equalizer.”
Claire rolled her eyes as Val continued.
“Now, we’re gonna give you a quick lesson, Glock 101.” Val picked up a pistol and handed it to the stubborn girl. “Take it! I’m not leaving you here defenseless, Princess.”
“Well, I’m not going to let you teach me anything,” Claire hissed.
Val motioned toward Nick and me. “Fine. We’ve got two capable guys here. Pick one to coach you. Let me tell you something, Little Miss Thing, zombies don’t discriminate, and they’ll…”
I tuned her out, glanced at the sunset, and picked up a Glock 26 Gen4 from the mantel for Jackie. She squeezed past Claire, making her way out into the hall. Through the open door, I watched her enter the kitchen. It was the perfect opportunity to have a minute alone with her.
“They need to take a gun and know how to use it. Best-case scenario, they’ll smarten up and come with us. Try to talk some sense into her, Dean,” my brother said. “I’ll work on Claire.”
Claire stepped toward him. “Hey! I’m right here you know! Quit talking about me like I’m not even in the room.”
“Claire…” he began as I walked out of the living room.
I needed to convince Jackie somehow to leave with us, but if she refused, I still wanted her to have a weapon so she could take down any of those undead freaks who ventured near the house. I knew we couldn’t actually fire off bullets without attracting every zombie within miles, but I needed to teach her the basics. I found her standing near the kitchen counter, her arms pressed against the smooth Formica, her forehead creased with fine lines from anger and worry.
Her eyes lit up the second I walked in, and her forehead smoothed, as though all her worries disappeared the moment she
saw me. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey.”
She held my gaze. “What’s up?”
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked.
“I’m not so sure your girlfriend would like that. She might kick my butt and feed it to the zombies.”
“Val’s not my girlfriend,” I said.
“Your brother’s?”
“Nope. She’s our sister.”
“I didn’t know that, Dean,” she whispered. “What do you have there?” she asked, looking down at my hands.
“If you’re going to stay here—which I still don’t think you should—you’re gonna need this.” I handed her the gun.
She bit her lip and ran a hand across the smooth chrome. “Dean, I can’t—”
“Humor me.”
She nodded.
“Okay, first rule,” I said. “Never place your finger on the trigger unless you’re about to fire. Pretend the gun is loaded at all times.” I took out the magazine and unloaded the gun by pulling back the slide to eject the live round. I caught the bullet and loaded it into the clip. Then I showed her how to properly hold the Glock pistol and lock her arms.
Jackie’s trembling hands reached for the gun. She wrapped her palm around the grip and secured her hold with her other hand. “It’s empty, right?”
“Yes, but it shouldn’t be. A zombie can come at any given minute. Always be prepared.”
She slammed the magazine in with shaking hands. Cocking the slide back, she successfully chambered a round. She slowly raised the gun and put her finger on the trigger. “I watched those things tear apart a sixty-five-year-old woman right before my eyes.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “She was in our group…my friend.”
I softly touched her back. “Jackie, I’m so sorry.”
“I couldn’t do anything to help her. Maybe if I’d have had a gun like this, I could’ve done something.” She inhaled and let it out slowly. “Your sister’s right. I don’t want to watch a zombie munch on me while I’m still alive, screaming, and I don’t want to watch another friend die in front of me. I’ll give this gun thing a try.”
“That’s all I’m asking.”
She gripped the gun tightly and pointed straight ahead at the fridge. “You know what?”
“What?”
“The next zombie I meet will die.”
I didn’t want to point out the irony of her words —technically, they were dead meat already, but I got her point anyway. She wanted them “dead” as in unmoving, shapeless heaps. We all wanted the same thing. I knew she meant every word because the pain was evident in her voice. I couldn’t imagine losing the ones I loved in such a horrible way. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” I said.
“She’s in a better place, and so are the others. Bless their souls.” She paused for a moment and then met my gaze. “Teach me, Dean. I want to learn everything. From this moment on, I refuse to run anymore.”
I came from behind and held her arms. I couldn’t help noticing her perfume, which smelled so good. “Stand facing the target with your feet shoulder-width apart.”
She glanced at me.
I smiled. “Now bend your knees slightly.” I inched closer and said in her ear, “Extend the handgun toward the target, keeping your arms straight and locked. Got it?”
“Yeah.”
I shot her a grin and continued with the lesson. “Okay. Now, with your shoulders squared, your arms form the perfect position for shooting.”
“I can do this,” she said with confidence.
“Hold the gun on target,” I said in her ear. “If it’s a zombie, aim for the brain and shoot. It’s the only way to kill it. If that’s not comfortable for you, I can teach you another way to hold the gun.”
“Show me.”
I nodded. “Okay. Stand like you’re ready to hit someone.”
“Like a boxer?”
“Exactly. Now, angle your support arm shoulder toward your target.” My hands moved across her body to help guide her.
“Okay.” Her contours smoothed under my touch as she followed my instructions.
“Bend your knees while keeping your body weight slightly forward. Grasp the gun using opposite pressure with both hands. Keep both elbows bent, with your support elbow pointing downward.”
She spun around. “I think I can do this.”
My eyes drifted down to her flat, toned stomach. I could have sworn she caught me looking at her belly ring, but I tried to change the subject quickly. “Look, I’ve given you some really good pointers, but I’m afraid it’s still not enough to survive out here. Why don’t you come with us?”
“Why?”
“Because it’s dangerous. You know you can’t stay here.”
She let out a long breath. “Claire’s right. Getting together with another group won’t guarantee our safety. You could stay here with us.”
“There’s safety in numbers, and staying here is crazy,” I said.
“You don’t think we can make it on our own?” she asked.
“Not without concrete walls and an army.”
“Do you think we could just stay for the night? I know Claire will see things differently in the morning, and so will I. We’re just so tired after everything we’ve been through.”
Nick peeked his head in. “Absolutely not! This place isn’t safe. We need to get some supplies and load them and our butts in those Jeeps.” He grabbed my shoulder. “Get moving now!”
Chapter 7
Val, Nick, and I quickly loaded up the two Jeeps with bottled water, a case of Pepsi, and canned food we found in the pantry. I also packed the black bag holding the precious vials. I started up both Jeeps— they ran great. Val found a few red plastic gas cans in the garage next to the lawnmower, which was perfect— we didn’t want to stop anywhere if we didn’t have to. It would be wise to get a head start, with nothing to slow us down.
We were all set to go, but my heart sank. I couldn’t imagine leaving Claire and Jackie to their fates. I just hoped I could convince them to change their minds—especially Jackie, who I was really taking a liking to. Nick gave me ten more minutes to try and convince her to go with us. I found her in the humongous master bedroom on the bottom floor. What made the room really neat was that it extended from the house with three glass walls and a glass roof. “Hey,” I said, noticing she had cleaned up and changed into new clothes. They were a size too big, but they were much more practical than what she’d been wearing earlier. I was sure Val would be impressed with her blue jeans, white t-shirt, and black tennis shoes. She’d also put her hair up in a long ponytail. “We’re getting ready to leave, but I wanted to talk to you first.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got the gun you gave me.” Jackie glanced out through the spacious glass wall, watching as the setting sun flooded the sky with brilliant colors. She placed her hand on the clear glass. “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Yep. Something like that could even fool you into thinking the world hasn’t gone to hell in a hand basket.”
She frowned and sat down on the bed. “I was trying to block all that out, if only for a minute.”
I sat next to her. “This is a cool bedroom. It’s kind of like a glass cube.”
She glanced up. “Yeah. I bet it’s neat to see the stars shining at night.”
I stared at her black hair with blonde streaks. It was striking, original, and beyond cute. I loved her bold look. “So, what’s your story?” I asked.
“My story?”
“Yup. Everyone’s got one, right?”
“Right, but I guess right now I’m only concerned about the ending.” She sighed. “I just want to live another day. Tell me, Dean, is it really possible to survive in such a hostile, undead world?”
“Yes, and that said, I have to make one last-ditch effort to try and convince you to change your mind and come with us. We’re leaving in a few minutes.”
She continued to stare off into the sunset. “Give it your best shot.”
; “Jackie, there are plenty of cities out there that are still safe, like the island in Ohio where Nick and I live. I’ve been there since the outbreak, with no problems. The zombies aren’t immortal beings. They can’t bust through brick walls or get through our military. We have machineguns, bombs, and all kinds of ways to stay safe. Supplies are flown in every day to help people survive the battle.”
She met my gaze. “If it was so great, so safe, then why’d you leave?”
“I didn’t—not on purpose anyway. Our helicopter crashed on a trip for make-believe supplies.”
She cocked a curious brow.
I continued, “I know it sounds weird, but it’s a long story. I can tell you all about it on our road trip.” I was pretty cocky and certain she’d change her mind and come with us. By the twinkle in her eye, I could tell she liked me, at least a little.
“I’m sorry you crashed.”
“It was what it was,” I said. “I can’t cry about it now. I need to stay focused and keep moving.”
“Can we ever defeat these things? I mean, do you think our lives will ever be normal again?”
I reached for her hand. “Yes, I believe we will prevail. Zombies will die off, and eventually their bodies will rot away. All we have to do is outlive the infected. Yes, there are overwhelming odds stacked against us, but we can do this. I believe with all my heart that humanity can overcome anything, as long as we don’t lose hope.”
“So you’re heading to a safe haven, one of the walled cities?”
“Yes. We can hold out in the fortresses created around the United States. Zombies will run out of food and die, and we’ll get our world back. We just need a little time.”
She nodded. “You make a good point.”
“Then come with us. I’m sure Claire will cave once she sees you’re serious about leaving.”
A thump on the window drew my attention.
Jackie jumped. “What was that?”
I turned and couldn’t believe my eyes. A zombie with rotting flesh and oozing eyeballs was hitting his head against the glass. He shot me a stone-cold, glazed-over look that said in not so many words, “I want your brains…now!” The stupid thing seemed stumped as to why he couldn’t pass through the transparent glass wall.
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