A rather tall African-American man had cooked up dinner for the crew when they entered and there was a table in the middle of the bunker, chairs all around and enough bowl for everybody- however many that was. It drew Echo's curiosity.
"Hey," She said, pulling away from Lee Scott. "How many people are actually staying in this place?" On cue, a little cluster of people emerged from the metal door separating the living area from the armory and what were probably the sleeping quarters. Around six people sat down at the table. One, a frail old woman, two more were a young couple, a small African-American girl, and a man and woman that looked around Daniel's age.
After they were seated, Mrs. Scott and her husband sat at the far end of the table, across from each other. Daniel sat next to Mrs. Scott and patted a spot next to him for Echo to sit. Instead, Echo glanced at Felix who was already trying to pull her towards the small African-American girl. Echo shook him off and pointed towards Lee Scott. Felix growled and sat by the old man, leaving Echo a seat in between them.
Lee leaned in closed to Echo. He pointed at the man in the torn apron and chef's hat. "Andrew was a professor at some culinary arts institute around New York City. Too bad we don't have a lot for him to work with, here. Thanksgiving, last year, Daniel, Sarah, and Naomi took down some Birds wandering aimlessly in a nearby plaza. Gosh, there was so much food... And not just food... Wine, spices, squash... We had squash last year, kiddo." Lee closed his eyes. "I hadn't been that full in the longest time."
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Teen FictionA babysitter rescues an infant after his parents are murdered by once-men infected by an imported disease. After ten years have gone by, the babysitter has raised the child and the two of them must continue on a quest band together with others who a...
