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Chapter Five
Zombies
I supposed being angry with me was better than mulling over what had just happened, so I let Emily march ahead of me for the first two blocks of our escape. The silent treatment had its advantages as well, because I needed to be positive no one had followed us this time.
Probably the hotel clerk had given us away the last time, because it would have been usual for a teenage girl and a rakish twenty-two-year-old to be checking in to that particular establishment at that particular hour. The corner of my mouth lifted at the description in my head and Emily gave me her best evil-eye glare when she spotted it.
I cleared my throat. “The sun’s coming up, so traffic will pick up soon. We should probably jog from here. It’s not more than a few blocks, are you up for it?”
Her mouth pressed together, holding in a retort I thought, and she nodded.
We kept an easy pace, and I got the feeling the task made Emily feel better. At the very least, she wouldn’t be missing her coat. It was actually more like six blocks to the residential area, and another four to the empty houses. I slowed to walk the last block, casually taking a blacktop drive to the back yard of one of the houses, in the unlikely case that someone was around to see us. From there, we cut through two more yards for a house that I was confident could keep us safe for at least a few hours’ rest.
I slid a hand over the trim of the door, then turned a few rocks in the landscaping beside the back step before I found a key.
“Is this your house?” Emily whispered from behind me. “Because that would be a really dumb place to hide.”
I nearly laughed. “No. We’re just using it for a bit. No one lives here.” I slid the key into the lock. “It’s for sale, but no one’s buying.” I glanced back at her. “We don’t have to worry about the real estate agent dropping by. They probably wish the whole lot would burn.”
She only hesitated a moment before she walked in. To a dark house. With a stranger. I sighed again, and then tossed the key onto the counter before locking the door behind us.
This particular house was not entirely empty. Short, orange patterned curtains hung above the kitchen windows, and the previous owner had left a few items they hadn’t considered worth packing when they moved. A yellowed clock over the stove proclaimed home was where the hearth was, its hour hand permanently stuck on two, minute hand dangling loosely toward six. A stack of newspapers rested on a corner shelf, a half-empty bottle of dish detergent by the sink.
Emily stood in the center of the room, somehow appropriate with her baggy gray shirt and loose, tangled hair. Her jeans bore the scuffs and dirt of old brick and roof tar, and she was pale, and tired, and sad.
And I was staring at her.
I jerked back to life. “There’s no power, and you should stay away from the front windows, but we’re good here.” I gestured toward the hall. “I’ll check the basement for supplies, you can find a place to sleep, the restroom.”
She nodded.
We stood there for a moment, as I couldn’t seem to find the will to leave. When it finally became awkward, Emily turned to go.
“If you need me,” I said to her back, “yell.”
She’d paused when I started speaking, and she only nodded in acknowledgement, but her shoulders lifted the slightest bit as she carried herself from the room.
The basement was damp, dark, and littered with empty food jars and butter tubs. I was able to find two jugs of distilled water, though only one was sealed, and an old moving blanket on the shelves near the water heater. I slid the flashlight I’d taken from the office building into the back pocket of my jeans and took the steps two at a time, water in one hand, blanket in the other.
I hadn’t realized how fast I was moving until I saw Emily through a door in the hall and had to take three backward steps to see her again.
She was standing in front of a mirrored vanity in the center of a small washroom, pulling her hair back with a tie she’d apparently found in one of the drawers, all of which now stood open from her rummaging. The sun was coming in through a high window to silhouette the line of her neck, her bare arms. I wasn’t certain if the sight was a shock because her baggy clothes had been so misleading, or if I’d just not had a free moment to fully appreciate her, but I was suddenly transfixed as she secured the band, and then dropped her hands, ponytail falling into place, and looked at me.
I swallowed. Mentally shook myself. Held up the hand with the water jugs.
I explained she should drink from the sealed container and wash with the other, but I had the feeling she was used to making do with what she could find. She hadn’t apparently had any issue with ransacking the cabinets.
I held up the blanket and pointed down the hall. “I’ll find you a place to rest.”
She nodded, but she was concentrating mostly on opening the drinking water.
The last two rooms down the hall were empty, so I chose the one with carpet, and windows facing away from the light. In the unlikely event we’d be found, we should be able make it across the hall to the alternate escape route. The carpet was pile and would be more comfortable than the hardwood in the opposite room. Warmer, too. Emily must be freezing without a coat. And I’d have to do something for food. This place was pretty miserable as far as shelters went.
“I don’t really care,” Emily said from behind me.
“What?”
“That stain you’re staring at, I don’t really care what it is.” She took the blanket as she walked past me. “As long as I can sit down, it can stay there and be as nasty as it wants.”
