“I gotta do what I gotta do. Your Jenni knew that, too. ”
“How do I have so many damn bullheaded women around me?”
“Sheer luck,” Linda answered with a wry grin.
A huge military truck rolled in crammed full of more razor wire and other supplies.
“Bette doing better?”
“Her arm is seriously messed up. They aren’t sure how much use she’ll have when it heals. ” Linda tucked her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and furrowed her brow. “And things feel weird now with us. I dunno why. I just. . . ”
Juan looked down at her, his arms crossed over his chest. “What do you mean?”
“I dunno” Linda shrugged. “Like I keep feeling I should have died back there and now when I’m around Bette it feels fucked up. I love her. But it’s like. . . ”
Juan reached out and gently rubbed her shoulder. “It’s okay, Linda. It was rough out there. ”
“Lenore and I are the only survivors of the run to the hospital, Juan,”
Linda said softly. “Felix, Dale, Ken, Bill, Roger, Jenni. . . all gone now. Only Lenore and I are still here. ”
Juan winced at the mention of the hospital run. It had saved his life, but he had lost Jenni because of it. “Linda, that is just how this fucked up world works. Don’t let it get you down. ”
“Hey, I got no regrets about going there. That medicine and stuff is helping a lot of people. It helped you. But it freaks me out. I seriously feel I should have died out there. ” Linda’s gaze was intense.
“Is that why you keep going out there?”
“Yeah. ” Linda admitted. “Yeah. ”
“Zombie in the hold!”
Juan and Linda’s heads both jerked up. The inner gate was still closed.
Above them on the walls, two people were trying to aim at something down in the holding area.
Running up the stairs, Juan reached back to grip her hand and despite herself, Linda felt comforted by it. Reaching the top, they looked down to see a woman in a red sweater moving swiftly around the truck, banging on it with slim hands. Long black hair obscured her face, but her growls revealed her true nature.
“She dropped off the back of the truck when it got into the lock,” one of the guards shouted.
“Put her down,” someone shouted.
Juan felt like he couldn’t breathe. Something about the figure reminded him of Jenni. The sweater, the long dark hair, the slim build. Beside him, Linda squeezed his hand.
“It’s not her. Katie put her down. It’s not her,” Linda’s voice whispered.
A sniper finally got a good shot and the creature’s head exploded, then it fell back. Despite the shot through its forehead, its face was still reasonably intact. It bore no resemblance to Jenni whatsoever.
“It’s okay,” Linda said once more.
Juan nodded slowly then turned and took his cousin into his arms and held her tight. “We’re both okay. You’re supposed to be here. Don’t think about being dead. You got Bette. Don’t forget that. It’s okay. ”
They clung to each other as the all-clear signal was given. The large inner doors opened and the truck rolled on leaving the dead zombie alone in the lock.
3. Family Way
It was sheer chaos in the suite. Three little kids were scampering around screaming and laughing as they were chased around by Juan. Troy was only in his undies while Margie was in her nightgown with her hair soaking wet. Holly was half-way into her pajamas sporting the topless look.
“Okay, now be nice to Daddy One and do what I say,” Juan ordered.