{"id":347,"date":"2013-07-22T14:43:10","date_gmt":"2013-07-22T14:43:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dreamers-sanctuary.com\/undead\/?page_id=347"},"modified":"2013-07-22T14:43:10","modified_gmt":"2013-07-22T14:43:10","slug":"chapter-97","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/dreamers-sanctuary.com\/undead\/story\/chapter-97\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 97"},"content":{"rendered":"

Chapter 97<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

When we first got to Bodiam Castle, I felt like I was Harry Potter, coming to Hogwarts for the first time.\u00a0 This castle\u2019s not nearly as cool as Hogwarts though, and it\u2019s not even close to being as nice as MacDill.\u00a0 There\u2019s no electricity here; we\u2019ve gone medieval.\u00a0 If we want light, we have to light a candle or an oil lamp.\u00a0 If we want hot water, we have to heat the water over the fire first.\u00a0 Thank god this place has a lot of fireplaces, cause it\u2019s freaking freezing in here!\u00a0 It was so hard to keep track of time in Florida, I almost forgot it was winter\u2026 and that winter is COLD in other parts of the world!<\/i><\/p>\n

I never feel warm here, but at least I feel safe.\u00a0 The zombies can\u2019t get inside the castle, and the cold slows them down even more.\u00a0 They don\u2019t smell quite as bad here as they did in hot, humid Florida either, but maybe I\u2019ve just gotten used to the stench.\u00a0 It\u2019s pretty sick to think you could just get used to the smell of rotting bodies, but it\u2019s been with us so long, I almost forgot what fresh air smells like.\u00a0 But as long as I live, I\u2019ll never forget the smell of death.\u00a0 Some things just stick with you.<\/i><\/p>\n

This castle will never feel like home, but I\u2019m still glad we came.\u00a0 It\u2019s nice to be someplace new, where there are more people and not so many memories.\u00a0 It\u2019s not the same, but I think I needed the change.\u00a0 Not everyone\u2019s so happy about the change, but at least we\u2019re safer now.\u00a0 Stronger, too, now that we know we\u2019re not alone.\u00a0 I try to remind myself of that every day, to make myself feel better.<\/i><\/p>\n

I am not alone.<\/i><\/p>\n

I am not alone.<\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sunday, February 3, 2013<\/i><\/b>
\nWeek Forty-Two<\/i><\/p>\n

Gabby wasn\u2019t the type of girl who dreamed of being a princess, but if she had been, she would have been disappointed by Bodiam Castle.\u00a0 On the outside, it was every bit a classic fairy tale castle, complete with turrets and a moat, but on the inside, it was drafty and dilapidated, hardly a palace fit for a princess.<\/p>\n

The castle had been in ruins when Selena and Shaun\u2019s small group had sought shelter there, a mere shell of its former fourteenth century glory.\u00a0 They had fortified its stone walls and maintained its grounds, which contained both a garden and a well, making it a suitable fortress against the walking dead.\u00a0 There, they\u2019d been able to stay safe and self-sufficient, with enough space and supplies to provide for the eight American newcomers.\u00a0 The castle didn\u2019t offer the same luxuries Gabby and the others had enjoyed on the base, but it did offer security and hope for the future.\u00a0 Inside its walls, a simplistic society continued to survive.<\/p>\n

Gabby understood that survival was all that mattered these days \u2013 not wants, just basic needs.\u00a0 The castle wasn\u2019t exactly comfortable, but she had everything she needed there\u2026 everything, except her mother and father.\u00a0 Like Harry at Hogwarts, she\u2019d arrived at Bodiam Castle an orphan.\u00a0 But she wasn\u2019t the only one.\u00a0 In the undead world, everyone was an orphan.\u00a0 The English survivors were no different from the base group \u2013 ten strangers who had found themselves alone after the plague, then found each other.\u00a0 Their numbers had once been higher, but like the base group, they had lost people, too.<\/p>\n

They were devastated to learn of the death of Giorgio, who had been a commercial airline pilot in his native Italy.\u00a0 \u201cHe told us he was flying back from the States on the day the virus spread,\u201d Selena had explained.\u00a0 \u201cHe left New York with a plane full of people, and by the time he landed in Milan, most of them were dead.\u201d\u00a0 Giorgio had survived, due to the same immunity they\u2019d all been lucky enough to receive, but not even that had been enough to save him from the insatiable hunger of the undead.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe sacrifice himself to save the world,\u201d lamented Lucio, a middle-aged Italian man, who had apparently escaped to England with Giorgio.\u00a0 The loss of his fellow countryman seemed to have hit him the hardest.<\/p>\n

\u201cAt least it wasn\u2019t in vain,\u201d said Abby, an older, motherly type, who seemed to be a leader among the English group. \u00a0The gentle way in which she spoke to Lucio, patting his arm consolingly, reminded Gabby of her own mother, and in that moment, she missed her more than ever.\u00a0 She took the red-haired boy who sat on Abby\u2019s other side to be her son, and as she watched them together that first night, Gabby seethed with jealousy, hating him for having a mother when she had no one.<\/p>\n

Besides Selena, Shaun, Dr. Kwak, and the pair who had picked them up at the airport, Liz and Ashton, there were two others who lived in the castle.\u00a0 One was a young man named Martin, who came from Norway.\u00a0 The first thing Gabby had noticed about him was that he was missing half of his right arm.\u00a0 She was curious to know how he\u2019d lost it, but he didn\u2019t seem to speak English very well, and even if he had, it wouldn\u2019t be polite for her to ask.\u00a0 Even in the undead world, her mother would expect her to use good manners, so Gabby kept her mouth shut and tried to stop herself from staring at the empty sleeve he had pinned to his shoulder.<\/p>\n

The other man was equally mysterious.\u00a0 He was an older gentleman by the name of Alistair, and he, too, looked worse for wear, with a face that was twisted and scarred beneath his bushy beard and a noticeable limp when he walked.\u00a0 AJ and Alistair quickly bonded over their bad legs, and Gabby overheard them swapping stories over breakfast on Sunday morning, two days after they arrived at the castle.\u00a0 \u201cOld war wound, leftover from me stint in the army,\u201d Alistair explained, in an accent so thick, Gabby had a hard time understanding him.\u00a0 \u201cGot injured in combat some forty years ago\u2026 hasn\u2019t been the same since.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAw, hell, man, now I feel like a total wimp,\u201d groaned AJ, shaking his head.\u00a0 \u201cI jacked up my leg falling out of a tree.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd who came out worse, you or the tree?\u201d<\/p>\n

AJ grinned.\u00a0 \u201cWe turned the tree into lumber.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alistair chuckled wheezily, slapping his good leg.\u00a0 \u201cNow there\u2019s a good lad!\u00a0 \u2018Least ye got yer revenge in the end, eh?\u201d<\/p>\n

In another corner of the castle\u2019s large kitchen, Riley and Nick were laughing with Liz and Shaun as if they were old friends.\u00a0 Gabby supposed it made sense; Shaun was a lot like Nick, ten years older, but no more mature.\u00a0 No wonder they got along so well.<\/p>\n

Gabby sat on a hard, wooden bench between Kevin and Gretchen, across the table from Brian, Abby, and her son Callum, with whom Gabby carefully avoided eye contact.\u00a0 She kept quiet, listening rather than joining in to the conversation they were having.\u00a0 Abby was like an older version of Gretchen, sweet and soft-spoken.\u00a0 Callum just seemed shy. \u00a0He had fair, freckly skin that turned pink whenever someone asked him a question.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, Gabby shifted uncomfortably on the bench, picking at her breakfast of lumpy oatmeal.\u00a0 She wasn\u2019t hungry, especially for this; her stomach had been aching on and off ever since she\u2019d gotten up that morning, as if her insides were all twisted up.\u00a0 Besides that, she felt like she had to go to the bathroom \u2013 maybe that would help.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ll be right back.\u00a0 Bathroom,\u201d she added, in response to Kevin\u2019s questioning gaze as she got up, climbing over the back of the bench.<\/p>\n

Going to the bathroom wasn\u2019t as bad as she\u2019d expected it to be, after seeing the inside of the castle.\u00a0 Before the world had fallen apart, this had been a tourist attraction, so there was a modern ladies room with real toilets and sinks and even a baby changing station.\u00a0 Unfortunately, there was no running water, so they kept buckets of well water on hand with which to wash and flush the toilet.<\/p>\n

Gabby reluctantly lowered her pants and perched gingerly on the edge of the cold toilet seat.\u00a0 As she went about her business, she happened to look down and quickly realized the reason for her discomfort, when she noticed the spot of pink in the middle of her white underwear.\u00a0 \u201cOh, no,\u201d she groaned out loud, burying her face in her hands.\u00a0 What crappy timing her body had.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t her first period ever; thankfully, that had happened when she was still twelve, when the world was still normal, when her mother was still alive to show her what to do.\u00a0 But it was her first since they\u2019d arrived in England, and in that instant, Gabby realized a major oversight on her part:\u00a0 she\u2019d forgotten to pack any supplies to take care of it.\u00a0 Great, <\/i>she thought, annoyed with herself.\u00a0 Now she would have to go ask one of the other women, which would be embarrassing.\u00a0 Unless, maybe, someone had already left a stash in the bathroom.<\/p>\n

She looked around hopefully.\u00a0 It was a public restroom, so there were no cabinets under the sink in which to store such things, but she was in luck:\u00a0 on the wall was an old-fashioned dispenser, like the kind that had hung in the girls bathroom at her school.\u00a0 In the younger grades, it had been common practice to dare each other to put a quarter in that dispenser and see what came out.\u00a0 But this time, Gabby didn\u2019t have a quarter, and even if she did, this machine probably didn\u2019t take quarters; it would take British coins, and she didn\u2019t have any of those, either.\u00a0 Up until then, there had been no need for money in the undead world.<\/p>\n

She sighed, resigning herself to the notion of asking one of the adults for help.\u00a0 She decided she\u2019d go to Gretchen; Gretchen wouldn\u2019t make her feel too embarrassed.\u00a0 Gretchen had been a teacher, so she would understand.\u00a0 But then another thought occurred to her:\u00a0 Gretchen might not have what she needed either.\u00a0 She didn\u2019t think pregnant women got periods.<\/p>\n

That left Riley, because she wasn\u2019t comfortable enough to ask one of the English women, and she definitely wasn\u2019t going to go to Kevin or any of the other guys.\u00a0 But that was okay; Riley was cool.\u00a0 Riley would help her without making a big deal out of it.<\/p>\n

Gabby got up, fixed her clothes, and flushed the toilet using the bucket of water, the way she\u2019d been shown.\u00a0 Then she slipped out of the bathroom, snuck around the corner, and nearly smacked right into someone else.\u00a0 \u201cOh!\u201d she cried out, startled, as she jumped back.\u00a0 Looking up, she found herself face to face with the old man, Alistair.\u00a0 \u201cSorry,\u201d she apologized quickly, feeling her face heat up.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo need to apologize, dearie; I\u2019m still standing,\u201d said Alistair, his weathered face splitting into a grin that looked more like a grimace.\u00a0 \u201cI suppose we\u2019re accustomed to walking on different sides of the corridor now, aren\u2019t we?\u00a0 Just like our roads.\u00a0 You Yanks stay on the right, but here in Britain, left is right!\u201d\u00a0 He let out a loud guffaw.<\/p>\n

Gabby giggled weakly, forcing a polite smile.\u00a0 \u201cSorry,\u201d she said again.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ll try to remember.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo need.\u00a0 Just watch where yer goin\u2019 now, and no one\u2019ll get hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded.\u00a0 \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n

She started to walk away, but his gruff voice stopped her.\u00a0 \u201cYe settlin\u2019 in alright, are ye?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gabby stopped and turned back, nodding.\u00a0 \u201cYeah, I guess so.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, if there\u2019s anything I can do for ye, just say the word.\u00a0 Right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRight,\u201d Gabby agreed, forcing another smile.\u00a0 \u201cThanks.\u201d\u00a0 She started to hurry away again, then, on sudden inspiration, turned around once more.\u00a0 \u201cHey, you wouldn\u2019t happen to have any quarters on you, would you?\u00a0 Or\u2026 whatever\u2019s close to a quarter in British money.\u201d\u00a0 As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt embarrassed and wished she hadn\u2019t asked.<\/p>\n

Alistair\u2019s mouth twisted into another crooked smile, exposing his snaggled, yellow teeth.\u00a0 Gabby knew it was rude to stare, but she couldn\u2019t seem to look away from those nasty teeth as he talked.\u00a0 \u201cLet\u2019s see now\u2026 a quarter\u2026 that\u2019s twenty-five cents, right?\u00a0 Only here in England, we use pence<\/i>.\u00a0 Pence<\/i> \u2013 say it now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPence,\u201d Gabby repeated, feeling like her face was on fire.\u00a0 \u201cRight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnfortunately, I haven\u2019t got any pence.\u00a0 Haven\u2019t carried any coins on me since the dead started walking.\u00a0 What do you need five and twenty pence for?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gabby wished she could sink through the floor and disappear.\u00a0 \u201cOh, nothing\u2026 never mind.\u201d\u00a0 But the way Alistair stared at her, as if he could see right through her, made her feel obligated to explain.\u00a0 \u201cJust\u2026 for the dispenser in the bathroom,\u201d she mumbled quickly, refusing to meet his probing eyes.<\/p>\n

There was a pause, in which a confused Alistair was probably trying to figure out what she was talking about, and then he said, \u201cOh!\u00a0 In need of a sanitary napkin, are ye now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNever mind,\u201d Gabby said again, anxious to get away.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ll just ask Riley.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, wait a tick now.\u00a0 Let ol\u2019 Alistair take a look.\u201d\u00a0 And to Gabby\u2019s horror, the old man took her by the arm and led her back into the bathroom, where he proceeded to give the sanitary napkin dispenser a few sharp whacks, until it deposited a small, folded maxi pad right into his gnarled hand.\u00a0 \u201cHere ye are,\u201d he said, placing it in hers.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks,\u201d whispered Gabby, mortified.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy pleasure.\u00a0 Didn\u2019t know I had magic in these old bones, did ye now?\u201d\u00a0 Alistair wiggled his fingers and waggled his brows.<\/p>\n

Gabby didn\u2019t know what to say to that, but she managed a weak smile, hoping he\u2019d take the hint and leave her alone.<\/p>\n

But Alistair leaned against the doorway, stroking his grizzled mane of facial hair as he studied her.\u00a0 \u201cI had a niece, \u2018bout yer age,\u201d he said.\u00a0 \u201c\u2018Name of Hannah.\u00a0 Me younger brother\u2019s girl.\u00a0 Sweet girl.\u00a0 They had a small flat in London.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gabby didn\u2019t bother to ask what had happened to them.\u00a0 She already knew.\u00a0 It was the same thing that had happened to all of their families and friends.\u00a0 \u201cI wish I could have met them,\u201d she said quietly, and although she was just trying to be polite, it wasn\u2019t a lie.\u00a0 It would have been nice to have another girl her age around here.\u00a0 The thought of what could have been made her miss Makayla more than ever.<\/p>\n

\u201cAye, I wish ye could\u2019ve, too,\u201d said Alistair.\u00a0 \u201cWell, I won\u2019t keep ye.\u00a0 Ye need yer privacy.\u201d\u00a0 He winked at her and walked away, finally leaving her alone in the bathroom.<\/p>\n

Gabby quickly closed the door and pressed her back against it, sighing with relief.\u00a0 She wanted to pretend that whole conversation had never happened, but at least she had a pad now.\u00a0 She slipped back into one of the stalls and took care of business, then hurried back to the kitchen before anyone could wonder what was taking her so long.\u00a0 She didn\u2019t want Alistair filling them all in.<\/p>\n

After breakfast, she slipped away again, announcing, \u201cI\u2019m going to go explore.\u201d\u00a0 It was a nice surprise when no one tried to stop her.\u00a0 They had never been comfortable with her going off by herself on the base, even after they\u2019d cleared it of zombies.\u00a0 But the castle was a contained space, smaller and safer by comparison, and she supposed that was why no one seemed to have a problem with her roaming it on her own.<\/p>\n

To Gabby, the labyrinth of stone passages and narrow, spiral staircases leading up to the many towers made the castle an exciting place to explore, and she set off at once, carrying a small oil lantern for light.\u00a0 She felt like Harry Potter again, prowling the halls of Hogwarts in his invisibility cloak.\u00a0 She wished she was invisible.\u00a0 She also wished she had brought the set of Harry Potter books she\u2019d borrowed from the base library, especially when she found a little nook at the top of one of the spiral staircases that would have made a perfect place to read.\u00a0 Sunlight streamed in through the narrow window in the turret, landing on a patch of stone floor.\u00a0 Gabby sat down on the sunny spot.\u00a0 It was warm, like the fireplace hearth in the kitchen.<\/p>\n

She would have been content to sit there for hours, a book in her hands, but Kevin had been insistent that she pack light, bringing only the bare necessities, which, to him, did not include fantasy novels.\u00a0 The only books they\u2019d brought along were nonfiction texts and how-to manuals on boring topics like electricity, plumbing, gardening, and survival skills.\u00a0 Gabby knew this was more practical, but sometimes, she didn\u2019t want to be practical.\u00a0 Sometimes, she just wanted to be a little girl again and daydream about silly, frivolous things.<\/p>\n

She was doing just that when a pounding pair of footsteps jarred her out of her fantasy.\u00a0 Startled, she scrambled to her feet, just as a ginger head rounded the curve of the spiral staircase.\u00a0 \u201cOh!\u201d\u00a0 It was the boy, Callum.\u00a0 He gasped and jumped back, apparently just as started as she was.\u00a0 \u201cSorry,\u201d he said shakily, letting out his breath.\u00a0 \u201cDidn\u2019t know you were up here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay.\u00a0 Sorry if I scared you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s alright.\u00a0 What were you doing up here?\u201d\u00a0 His tone wasn\u2019t accusing, merely curious.<\/p>\n

Gabby shrugged.\u00a0 \u201cNothing.\u00a0 Just sitting here, wishing I had a book.\u00a0 It\u2019s a good spot for reading.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s my favorite spot, too,\u201d Callum agreed.\u00a0 \u201cWhat sort of books do you like to read?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI like fantasy,\u201d Gabby offered.\u00a0 \u201cAnything that lets me escape, you know?\u201d\u00a0 She was surprised to find herself opening up to him like that, but Callum didn\u2019t seem to think it was weird at all.\u00a0 He just nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI like fantasy too.\u00a0 Have you read the Lord of the Rings<\/i>?\u00a0 Those are my all-time favorites.\u201d<\/p>\n

She shook her head.\u00a0 \u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou should; they\u2019re quite epic.\u00a0 What are your favorites?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI like Harry Potter\u2026 and I was reading the Redwall books back on the base.\u00a0 Being here makes me miss those.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThose are good, too,\u201d Callum agreed.\u00a0 \u201cI have my Tolkien books here, if you want to borrow them sometime.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gabby\u2019s heart lifted.\u00a0 \u201cDo you?\u00a0 I\u2019d love to\u2026 I didn\u2019t get to bring any books with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI couldn\u2019t leave home without them.\u00a0 After my parents died, they were the only thing that brought me any comfort.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gabby was confused.\u00a0 \u201cYour parents?\u00a0 But\u2026 isn\u2019t Abby\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Abby\u2019s not my mum,\u201d said Callum matter-of-factly.\u00a0 \u201cShe found me, sometime after the zombies rose.\u00a0 She\u2019d lost her own son, so she sort of took me under her wing, and we traveled here together.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d\u00a0 Gabby couldn\u2019t hate Callum anymore, not when she suddenly felt so connected to him.\u00a0 He was just like her.\u00a0 She thought of Kevin, who had become like a surrogate father to her, especially since her mother\u2019s death.\u00a0 She supposed she was lucky to have him, the way Callum had Abby.\u00a0 At least they weren\u2019t alone.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m sorry about your parents,\u201d she offered.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks.\u201d\u00a0 A sad smile flickered across his freckled face.\u00a0 \u201cSorry about yours as well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you know my parents were gone too?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, none of the people you came with could be your parents.\u00a0 They don\u2019t look like you, and none of them seem old enough.\u00a0 So I just assumed\u2026\u201d\u00a0 He shrugged.\u00a0 \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

She shrugged, too.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s okay.\u00a0 My dad died before all this stuff started.\u00a0 My mom was immune, like us, but then zombies attacked our base last October, and\u2026 she was killed.\u201d\u00a0 I killed her,<\/i> she thought, but of course, she didn\u2019t say it.\u00a0 It was an accident\u2026 she understood that now, even if she still blamed herself.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry,\u201d Callum said for the third time.\u00a0 Gabby nodded, as an awkward silence descended upon them.\u00a0 She lowered her head, hiding her face behind her long hair, but through the black curtains of hair, she couldn\u2019t help but sneak a peek at Callum.\u00a0 He was staring out the window, squinting in the sunlight, which gave him a look of intense concentration, even though he was probably just spacing out.\u00a0 The rays of sun seemed to set fire to his hair, making it gleam like the copper of a shiny, new penny.\u00a0 With that red hair and those freckles, he looked a little like Colton, who had kissed her on the beach in another lifetime.\u00a0 Watching him, Gabby felt wistful.<\/p>\n

She cleared her throat, wanting to lift the heavy silence.\u00a0 \u201cSo\u2026\u201d she said lightly, smiling a little as he looked back at her.\u00a0 \u201cWhere do you keep those books of yours?\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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