“You know you don’t have to watch over me. ”
“I know, but it makes me feel better,” Kevin answered. His eyes were concerned and she appreciated it despite herself. “Think the fort took the news well?”
“As well as could be expected,” Nerit answered.
Kevin took a step into her room and the door shut behind him. With a solemn look on his face, he walked over and sat on the ottoman near her feet. “We need to talk about something important. ”
“All right,” Nerit answered, waiting.
“If they get in, if there is no hope, if we can’t get out,” Kevin started.
“You have a plan. ”
“Yes, explosives set in the ballroom. ”
“All right. If you want, I can detonate them. I will take care of it,” Nerit answered. She gazed at him solemnly and sincerely. She would kill their friends and family to keep them from the brutal death the undead gave so ferociously.
Kevin sighed. “No one can know about the explosives. ”
“Agreed. Just make sure that you wire it up with enough explosive to destroy the ballroom and everyone in it. Make it a fast death. ”
Kevin rubbed his brow. “I hope it doesn’t come to that. All of us retreating to the ballroom just to face death by explosion. ”
“Of course not. Neither do I,” Nerit answered softly.
“I would hate to think that I brought all those people here just to die. ”
Kevin sighed wearily. “I really thought we were safe here. ”
“We are. For now. We just need to make sure things stay safe,” Nerit answered. “At least we don’t have to worry about the Vigilante on top of all of this. ”
“The Vigilante was the Senator’s sister, right?”
“Yes. And good riddance to her. ” Nerit ran her hand slowly over her hair.
“We just need to keep focused on the course we have determined. ”
Kevin nodded silently, then stood up, leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“Good night, Nerit. ”
“Good night, Kevin,” Nerit answered, patting his cheek softly.
She watched him walk out, his shoulders slumped with heavy emotions, and door shut behind him. Running a hand over her shortened hair, she exhaled slowly as she reached for her pack of cigarettes. With a small grunt, she stood up, moved to the window, and pulled the curtains back.
The window slid open and she sat down on the wood chair she had placed next to the window so she could relax, look at the stars, and smoke. She had one of the rooms without a fancy balcony.
Lighting up, she felt her sore muscles protesting as she tried to relax.
Exhaling slowly, she rested her forehead against her hand and looked down into the silent courtyard below.
“Strange things happening since the dead all stood up,” Ralph’s voice said.
Looking up, Nerit saw her deceased husband sitting in her recliner, his hand stroking the Tucker’s floppy ears.
“Ralph,” she gasped.
“Things are all messed up now. Nothing like it was. Nothing quite right no more. ”