{"id":327,"date":"2013-07-22T14:28:44","date_gmt":"2013-07-22T14:28:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dreamers-sanctuary.com\/undead\/?page_id=327"},"modified":"2013-07-22T14:28:44","modified_gmt":"2013-07-22T14:28:44","slug":"chapter-87","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/dreamers-sanctuary.com\/undead\/story\/chapter-87\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 87"},"content":{"rendered":"

Chapter 87<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

Everything you have, everything that actually means something to you\u2026 you can lose.\u00a0 Fate, God, whatever thing up there that\u2019s running things, it can take it all away.\u00a0 That\u2019s why I always liked keeping my distance.\u00a0 No chance of rejection, no chance of losing anything if I did manage to gain something.\u00a0 It was a lesson I learned when I was just a little girl, and I learned it well.<\/i><\/p>\n

At least till the world changed.\u00a0 Then it wasn\u2019t easy to try to be distant.\u00a0 You couldn\u2019t have that luxury anymore.\u00a0 And I loved it. \u00a0I was happy.\u00a0 Of course, my guard went down.\u00a0 I stopped worrying about what the world was going to throw at us.\u00a0 Even after we got stranded in the middle of the country, I had Kevin as a surrogate big brother, I had Nick by my side\u2026 What was there to worry about?<\/i><\/p>\n

I was such an idiot for thinking that way.<\/i><\/p>\n

Thinking that way is like you\u2019re begging for something to go wrong.\u00a0 The world, fate, God, whatever, complied with that, of course.\u00a0 As it always will.\u00a0 Nothing is ever easy, and I need to never forget that.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u2018Cause I already know\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

If I lost Nick now, life wouldn\u2019t be worth living anymore.<\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Monday, November 12, 2012<\/b><\/i>
\nWeek Thirty<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cShame I forgot my mask; you think it\u2019d be Mardi Gras?\u201d Nick asked, as Kevin drove their latest form of transportation, a sturdy pick-up truck, down the roads of New Orleans, Louisiana.<\/p>\n

Kevin rolled his eyes as Riley laughed, imagining the putrid corpses all decked out in Mardi Gras masks and beads, slumping along the streets as music played.\u00a0 The image was dark humor, but it seemed like that\u2019s all there was these days.\u00a0 The truck puttered its way along the road; the three of them had taken it once they had come ashore from the Mississippi River.\u00a0 They had passed the Audubon Aquarium of the Americas, a place that caused Nick\u2019s eyes to light up as a child\u2019s.\u00a0 He\u2019d pleaded to stop there, until Riley had been forced to remind him that all the fish there were likely dead by now, with no people to care for them.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think Mardi Gras was back in February.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick sulked, and Riley simply smiled at him, enjoying his antics as she aimed her gun out the window at some roaming zombies.\u00a0 It always felt so eerie, seeing them stumble along in packs with no real direction.\u00a0 Often, their heads turned at the noise the truck made, but Kevin kept the speed high enough so that none could truly follow them.\u00a0 She squeezed the trigger and fired off a shot.\u00a0 An odd noise followed, but the truck was moving too fast for her to see why.<\/p>\n

She shrugged.\u00a0 Maybe I missed. <\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cThinking hard, Rye?\u201d Nick asked, breaking into her thoughts.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, maybe you should try\u2026\u201d she teased.<\/p>\n

Nick pouted, causing her to chuckle.\u00a0 Part of her was thankful their trip had failed.\u00a0 If it hadn\u2019t, they wouldn\u2019t have needed this cross-country road trip.\u00a0 What it had done was intertwined them far more than they likely would have been otherwise.\u00a0 Setting the gun aside, she sighed contentedly as she leaned up against Nick in the backseat.\u00a0 His hand gently rubbed down along her arm, an action that soothed her.<\/p>\n

A melody came to mind, though she couldn\u2019t remember who sang it, or how she knew the song, since it was a little more bubblegum for her old tastes in music.\u00a0 A wry grin formed.\u00a0 Nick was rubbing off on her.\u00a0 As she began to sing it to herself softly, it just confirmed her musings.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a masqu-er-aaade\u2026 a love pa-raaade\u2026 so won\u2019t you stay-uh\u2026 and dance with me, all through the niiiight and da-aaay\u2026 my masqu-er-ade\u2026 I need ya, baby, so stay with me toniiiiiiiight\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Kevin cracked up as he navigated the roads.\u00a0 \u201cWhat was that<\/i> you just sang?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know, popped in my head\u2026 seemed fitting, since we\u2019re in Mardi Gras land and all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick tickled her side with a smile, as she squirmed.\u00a0 \u201cAnd you said you don\u2019t like pop.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI doooon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you know that\u2019s a boyband song; I forget who, though.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI forgot my boyfriend is the pop culture guru,\u201d she teased.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s slipping.\u201d Kevin called back.\u00a0 \u201cNormally, he\u2019d be telling us how we should know all about it\u2026 who sang it, who wrote it\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, hey!\u201d Nick protested, sitting up and accidentally jostling Riley to the other side.\u00a0 Rubbing her shoulder, she straightened up as well.\u00a0 She made a face at him, but it went unnoticed.\u00a0 Nick crossed his arms indignantly.\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t always<\/i> do that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou lectured me on Glee<\/i> for a week straight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s different.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re about to get him started\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, it\u2019s different, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGlee<\/i> was in a league of its own, man.\u00a0 I mean, that show was the first in a long time that was actually decent.\u00a0 And had good music covers!\u00a0 It was the best of both worlds, and\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSee what you did?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShit, my fault.\u201d<\/p>\n

Riley laughed as she glanced out the window and effectively tuned out Nick\u2019s discussion of the show and the many ways in which he thought it was memorable.\u00a0 The scenery moved by in a bit of a blur.\u00a0 No animals or life to be seen, beyond that of the undead.\u00a0 A sigh followed, as she pushed some loose strands of hair from her eyes.<\/p>\n

She wondered if anyone was alive back home.\u00a0 If they believed that the three of them were still alive.\u00a0 If they\u2019d stayed at the base, or if they had moved on.\u00a0 She missed all of them:\u00a0 Jo\u2019s motherly ways, and Gretchen as her female confidant, Gabby\u2019s youthful spirit, and AJ\u2019s own cynical sense of humor.\u00a0 She thought wistfully of Howie\u2019s determination and Brian\u2019s steadfast belief that things could somehow get better.\u00a0 She\u2019d gotten used to their little threesome, with as long as they\u2019d been on the road, but it was nothing compared to the family that had formed on the base they called home.\u00a0 Everything was about looking forward to home – that was their hope and destination.\u00a0 Yet, her own cynical side wondered if there would even be anything to go home to?\u00a0 Zombies had broken past the barrier before, causing Kayleigh\u2019s death.\u00a0 Would it happen again?\u00a0 Would they come back to nothing but the remains of those they loved, picked clean along the ground?<\/p>\n

Or even worse, would the others have moved on because of the weaknesses in their defense?\u00a0 Leaving the three of them to come back to an empty base, with nothing but questions that would forever remain unanswered?<\/p>\n

\u201cRye?\u201d<\/p>\n

She blinked.\u00a0 Her eyes moved back to the window, and she realized they had slowed down.\u00a0 She shifted her line of vision back to Nick, whose own blue eyes were settled on her with concern.\u00a0 She smiled gently.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, I spaced a bit.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSeemed pretty deep in thought\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She shook her head.\u00a0 She didn\u2019t want to bring him down with her own dark thoughts.\u00a0 \u201cJust tired\u2026 Why are we slowing down?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kevin\u2019s eyes glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.\u00a0 She always had the feeling Kevin could see right through any of them to what they were really thinking.\u00a0 She loved him like a big brother, but it always unsettled her.\u00a0 \u201cWe need to gas back up and get supplies.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared out the window again.\u00a0 New Orleans was one of those cities she\u2019d always wanted to visit at some point.\u00a0 It was so iconic, right up there with New York City or Las Vegas.\u00a0 They were driving along the roads of the French Quarter.\u00a0 She couldn\u2019t get enough of the majestic architecture of the city.\u00a0 Three-story tall buildings with grand archways and designs, beautifully built in the early days of America, still standing as a tribute to the past world, before the undead had come.\u00a0 She sighed again as they passed by a red streetcar, crashed alongside the road.\u00a0 A ruin of twisted metal, fists of the undead beating could be seen beating on its windows relentlessly in a weak attempt to escape their prison.<\/p>\n

Finally, the truck slowed to a stop, and Riley turned to see Nick loading a pistol, shooting her an easy smile.\u00a0 Her stomach churned, and she looked over at Kevin, feeling oddly uneasy.\u00a0 She couldn\u2019t place it, but the feeling was there all the same.\u00a0 Grabbing her own weapons, she made sure her handguns were loaded before passing Nick the shotgun.\u00a0 He took her hand in his, squeezing it encouragingly.\u00a0 It did little to ease her nerves, but she managed a smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll have to split up to make this quick,\u201d Kevin suggested, and the two blondes nodded in agreement.\u00a0 They had learned the hard way not to dawdle.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m going to see if I can\u2019t find a place that has weapons.\u00a0 Anything.\u00a0 We\u2019re starting to run thin again.\u00a0 You two get as many bottles of water and canned food as you can carry to the truck.\u00a0 If I\u2019m not here, load up on clothes until nightfall.\u00a0 If I\u2019m not here by dark\u2026 I need you to go on without me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Riley blinked.\u00a0 The sun was slowly setting in the sky.\u00a0 If she\u2019d been forced to guess the time, she\u2019d have placed it at somewhere around four or five o\u2019 clock.\u00a0 It didn\u2019t leave them much time.<\/p>\n

Nick spoke before she could. \u00a0\u201cDude, we can\u2019t do that!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, if I\u2019m not here, it means I\u2019m not alive to come back.\u00a0 I mean it:\u00a0 go on without me if I\u2019m not back by dark.\u201d<\/p>\n

She could see the struggle Nick was battling within himself.\u00a0 His hand had tensed up immediately in hers.\u00a0 Riley swallowed hard to fight all the emotions building up.\u00a0 It hurt to hear the words, but decisions had to be made.\u00a0 That was their only choice in their fight for survival.\u00a0 The words felt like they were coming from another, even as she heard herself say them.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright, we will.\u201d<\/p>\n

An incredulous look was shot her way by the man beside her, but she said nothing more.\u00a0 She climbed out of the truck, tugging him along behind her.\u00a0 She could hear the truck doors open and shut, one after another.\u00a0 She fought not to look back; it felt like a jinx to do so.\u00a0 Still, her head turned to see the back of Kevin\u2019s head walking away.\u00a0 Her heart fluttered, yet she nodded at Nick, and the two began walking in the other direction.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Their walk around felt relatively peaceful.\u00a0 Moans could be heard, but they were distant, and she was thankful.\u00a0 Finally, the two spotted a grocery store.\u00a0 Nick grinned at her easily, putting on his handkerchief.\u00a0 From past food raids, they had learned this was completely necessary to be able to stand their surroundings.\u00a0 He snickered as she, too, tied her bandana around her head to cover her mouth.<\/p>\n

He held up his pistol.\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIs it me, or do we look like we\u2019re in a bad western movie?\u201d<\/p>\n

She felt herself smirk, even though Nick couldn\u2019t see it.\u00a0 \u201cHow many bad western movies did you try out for?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMore than you\u2019d think,\u201d he laughed, causing her to smile, as he held open the door.\u00a0 \u201cLadies first.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYay, I get to be eaten before you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo cynical.\u201d<\/p>\n

The smell hit her first, a putrid, horribly intense stench that wasn\u2019t stifled as much as she\u2019d like by the clothes tied around their faces.\u00a0 Her eyes watered in reply.\u00a0 They had encountered this at every store they\u2019d entered, looking for food.\u00a0 It had been easy, on the base, to forget that, around the country, there was no electricity.\u00a0 There were no people.\u00a0 Everything had been left to decay; fresh food was nothing but a memory in the wake of endless cans that helped them survive.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis smells worse than donkey ass\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not even going to ask how you\u2019d know that.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two each adjusted the empty duffel bags on their shoulders on the way towards the proper aisle.\u00a0 Their ears were keen for any signs of life, undead or otherwise.\u00a0 Riley turned at the sound of something hard hitting the floor.\u00a0 A glance around showed nothing, however.\u00a0 She sighed.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m getting really paranoid<\/i>, she mused.\u00a0 Still, the feeling that had been following her all day refused to leave.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what I miss?\u201d Nick asked, as he started tossing random cans into his bag.\u00a0 Soups, beans, chili, fruits \u2013 everything one would think of.\u00a0 Peas, corn \u2013 it didn\u2019t matter anymore.\u00a0 Pickiness had gone away, once they had become the main entr\u00e9e for the dead.\u00a0 Her bag grew heavy, too, as she loaded it up with everything she could think of.<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll have to come back by again for water.\u00a0 <\/i>The more food they had with them, the better.<\/p>\n

\u201cHmm?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSteaks.\u00a0 I love steaks.\u00a0 I miss \u2018em.\u00a0 I even tried to go vegan once\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She stifled a giggle, as they started making their way back out of the store.\u00a0 It was easier said than done.\u00a0 Many shelves had been knocked over; cans were everywhere.\u00a0 It made the store a maze, easy to get confused in if you lost track of how you\u2019d gotten to that aisle to begin with.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou went vegan?\u00a0 Somehow, it doesn\u2019t suit you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I tried.\u00a0 See, I read this book my acting coach gave me, when he wanted me to lose weight\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAwww.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I liked the idea, but I kept caving because I missed steaks.\u00a0 And now we can\u2019t have any unless we find a live cow that hasn\u2019t starved, been eaten, or mutated or something.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMutated.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey,\u201d he said with a casual shrug, his eyes twinkling, as they stepped out, once again, beneath the slowly setting sun.\u00a0 \u201cYou never know anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was easy for her to imagine things were normal for a second.\u00a0 That they were simply two lovers walking down the road together, hand and hand.\u00a0 Each had their duffel slung over the other shoulder, comfortable with the silence that settled between them.\u00a0 Nick\u2019s hand broke free of hers and pulled down his bandana, revealing the lovable grin beneath.\u00a0 The only thing that broke the peace of the moment was the chorus of moans, sounding closer than they had before.\u00a0 It caused their pace to quicken, neither wanting to be found if they could.\u00a0 Soon they would be sniffed out, and they had a bit of a walk to go.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey Rye?\u201d Nick paused, causing her to do the same and turn towards him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n

He stared at her, not saying anything.\u00a0 His eyes looked scarily blank, glazed in a way she normally attributed to the walking dead.\u00a0 He stood there, unseeing.\u00a0 Her pulse quickened.\u00a0 His eyes, the pretty eyes she so loved to stare into, suddenly rolled to the back of his head.\u00a0 His voice roared, as he collapsed suddenly to the ground.\u00a0 His head slammed against the pavement.<\/p>\n

Riley stood there, frozen in shock.<\/p>\n

\u201cNICK!\u201d she shrieked.\u00a0 Reality clicked into place as she rushed towards him, her bag thrown off to the side and forgotten immediately.\u00a0 She kneeled down, at a loss of what to do, as his body was thrown into violent convulsions.\u00a0 It had been so long<\/i> since something like this had happened.\u00a0 The possibility had been discarded and forgotten.<\/p>\n

At that moment, she had never missed Jo more.<\/p>\n

His body continued to contract, his eyelids half-open, the whites of his eyes sending a shudder of fear through her body.\u00a0 Riley felt helpless, without even the slightest hint of what to do, as the moans grew louder.\u00a0 They were going to be found soon.\u00a0 Whether it was the noise Nick had made, or her own yells of fear that had summoned them, it didn\u2019t matter.\u00a0 Something had attracted the zombies\u2019 attention, and she knew from the volume of their moans that she had to get them moving, somehow, before they were found.<\/p>\n

It killed her and relieved her at the same time to take her eyes off Nick, to check for zombies. \u00a0Spotting none, she took a moment to give God a silent prayer, before watching the person she loved beyond her reach.\u00a0 He twitched and jerked rigidly, his mouth open just slightly, before the convulsions slowed and finally stopped.<\/p>\n

The time that had gone by felt like eons.\u00a0 Riley had no idea if she was supposed to try to wake him or not.\u00a0 The last time this had happened felt like a lifetime ago, and even then, she had had Jo check him out before they woke him.\u00a0 This time, there was no choice.\u00a0 She shook him gently, hoping that he didn\u2019t have further damage from hitting his head in the fall.<\/p>\n

\u201cI should\u2019ve caught you\u2026\u201d she murmured.\u00a0 \u201cNick, please\u2026 please\u2026 <\/i>get up for me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

His chest rose and fell steadily, but he didn\u2019t wake up.\u00a0 Riley felt like screaming in frustration, but knew she couldn\u2019t attract any more attention to them.\u00a0 Getting the bag free from Nick\u2019s arm, she tossed it aside.\u00a0 Tenderly, she brushed aside the hair on his forehead, before grabbing him from his armpits.\u00a0 It took all her strength to try and drag him, as gently as possible, further up the road.<\/p>\n

The sun was setting, the sky becoming a darker gradient of red, purple, pink, and orange.\u00a0 It was also an alarm clock, reminding her they had to reach the truck by dark.\u00a0 Would Kevin look for them?\u00a0 He\u2019d told them to go on without them if he didn\u2019t show.\u00a0 Would he do the same?<\/p>\n

Am I doing all this, only to end up dead anyway?\u00a0 No, Riley, you can\u2019t think like that.<\/i><\/p>\n

Her arms grew tired as she tried to drag Nick along.\u00a0 Panting, she lay him back on the pavement.\u00a0 Realistically, she knew this wasn\u2019t going to work.\u00a0 They were both going to die.\u00a0 She\u2019d live, but only if she left Nick behind.\u00a0 Her jaw set at the mere realization.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll die before leaving you behind.<\/i><\/p>\n

An empty storefront across the street caught her attention.\u00a0 No broken glass \u2013 it seemed to be in better shape than many places these days.\u00a0 She needed a place to camp out until Nick woke up.\u00a0 She needed a plan of some sort.\u00a0 As she went to pick up Nick again, a corpse came into view, startling her into dropping him.\u00a0 This time, he fell against her feet, rather than the ground.\u00a0 Her hands flew to her guns, and she cursed the moment she realized she only had one with her.\u00a0 The others had been in her bag, so that everything was easier to carry.<\/p>\n

Every shot had to count.\u00a0 Steadying herself as the zombie started shuffling her way, she fired.\u00a0 An odd sound followed, as the bullet went through its nose, sending bits of bone, rotting flesh, and congealed blood spraying everywhere.\u00a0 A moment passed before it fell to the ground.<\/p>\n

Tucking the gun away, she picked Nick back up again.\u00a0 She dragged him as quickly as she could across the road.\u00a0 Zombies were closing in around them.\u00a0 She backed through the door forcefully, setting Nick down on the floor and blocking the door with her own body.<\/p>\n

Thankfully, the door was wooden, without glass.\u00a0 She could only pray the windows held.<\/p>\n

Then she heard a moan from the other end of the office.\u00a0 Riley hadn\u2019t looked to see what kind of place she\u2019d entered, but it looked like an insurance company of some sort.\u00a0 The zombie emerging from the back of building was wearing a ragged suit and tie.\u00a0 She fired a shot, hitting its neck and causing the zombie to stumble.\u00a0 She fired again, cursing her aim.\u00a0 This time, the shot hit its mark, and the undead man fell.<\/p>\n

Riley checked her ammo.\u00a0 Not many left.<\/p>\n

A shuffle of movement caused her to whirl around with her firearm at the ready.\u00a0 A glance downwards relaxed her immediately.\u00a0 She kneeled down swiftly, immediately at his side.\u00a0 Nick glanced up at her dazedly, his eyes unfocused.<\/p>\n

\u201cRye?\u201d<\/p>\n

She hugged him tightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhoa\u2026\u201d\u00a0 He chuckled at the sudden embrace, looking surprised at the fierceness.\u00a0 She refused to let go, enjoying the moment.\u00a0 She didn\u2019t dare look into his face, unsure if she\u2019d be able to handle seeing the confusion she knew would be there.\u00a0 \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her head burrowed into his shoulder.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re okay\u2026 I was so freaked.\u00a0 You\u2026 you had a seizure.\u00a0 And I was\u2026 I was so\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShhh\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t think we\u2019d be able to….\u201d\u00a0 She couldn\u2019t finish the thought, yet knew he understood.\u00a0 Riley breathed him in, the scent she knew so well, enjoying the way her head fit against the crook of his neck, as his hand stroked her back in soothing circles.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m so glad you\u2019re alright\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay; I\u2019m alright\u2026 I\u2019m here now\u2026\u201d\u00a0 His hand tangled itself in her hair, his lips close to her ear, as he whispered, \u201cI\u2019m here now.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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