Zompocalypse Diaries (QUICK edit finished)

December 11, 2012

Dec. 11, 2012

We stayed in Grants Pass for the night and I decided that we'd stay here for a few days more. We've met another survivor, Bruce Philips. He's very quiet, doesn't talk much about his past and with the crazy hair and tattoos, he looks just a little scary.

After carrying Carrie into the small and rather beautiful town, we first looked for a place to stay for the night, there was no way she was walking anywhere else that day.

::Yesterday Afternoon::

We found a two story inn set back off the main road and in a thick grouping of trees. Any other day I'd have stopped to take in the beauty of the old wood, the full wraparound porches and the forest around us but we had to get her inside and checked out quickly.

We ran toward the building, glancing around for any walking corpses along the way. Jordan reached the front door first and threw it open, hauling a complaining Carrie into the front lobby and laying her on the couch. I ran in behind him and proceeded to strip Carrie of her shirt and pants, checking for any unnoticed scratches or bites from the last run in. When I was sure she was zombie free and only sporting the still black and blue bruises and scratches along her side, I let her dress.

Jordan called out to me from the front hall and I left Carrie to her own devices, joining him on a small love seat against the wall.

"What's up?" He asked.

"She's clean." I told him. "Still beat up from the other day but other than that she's okay."

He breathed a sigh of relief and slouched forward, laying his head in his hands. "Good, I'm starting to get attached to the brat."

"I know, I am too. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson after Maggie." I pulled myself up from my seat, grabbed Carrie's crowbar and turned to Jordan. "Can you keep an eye on her? I'm going to go check the place out, make sure we don't have any previous tenants lurking around."

"Sure thing."

I left him in the front hall and started on the first floor, working my way up and clearing every room. I found a few good rooms upstairs and called for the others to join me.

"Alright," I told them as they entered the room I was now in, "Carrie, you and I are staying in this room. Jordan, take the room next door. They're all clear but I want us close together, just in case."

"Why can't I stay in my own room?" Carrie whined.

"Because I'd feel better if you were nearby. If you need something you only need to lean over and tell me instead of getting up yourself."

"I'm fine Bre!"

"No, you're not. Those ribs will never heal properly if you're running around all day. I think we should stay here a few more days, at least until some of that bruising fades."

She let out a frustrated groan and climbed on the bed. She fell asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow.

"And she says she's fine." Jordan snorted.

"I know, right?" We left the room, leaving J.J. behind to watch over her as she slept.

After a rather uneventful day of Carrie sleeping and us stuffing our faces with the little chocolates they leave on hotel pillows, we went to our own rooms and fell into the best sleep we'd had in days.

I woke up this morning to Carrie sitting at the edge of the bed crying and holding tightly to J.J.

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up and placing a hand on her shoulder.