UnEarthed

Chapter 8

The morning sun slips in the motel room through the blinds, but Kenzy lies in the bed already awake. After she finished the excruciatingly boring zombie videos yesterday, she decided to leave the team's house despite their every effort to convince her to stay. Instead, she checked into the first motel she found. Most of the night and early morning are occupied with thoughts instead of sleep. Foraging through old memories, Kenzy thinks of her father and how much simpler life with was when she was young and clueless. What would he think of my life now? She pondersto herself.Kenzy's father's voice runs through her mind. "You're a Galetto, Kenzy. The only way anyone can keep you down is if you give up and let them, but my daughter is not a quitter." Kenzy and her father had a close relationship. Even though his job kept him away from home most of the time, he always made time for her. Knowing his job was dangerous, he made sure his daughter knew how to defend herself. He taught her how to fight and instilled in her the same mental structure the Navy instilled in him. He taught Kenzy how to be tough and keep her emotions out of any situation she got into. 

 The silence is interrupted by a knock at the door. Instantly grabbing her gun off the nightstand, Kenzy peaks through the blinds to see Rob standing at the door and is somewhat shocked to see him. 

"Yeah?" She asks as she opens the door. 

"Did I wake you?" He asks with a sincere look. 

"No, just startled me a little. A knock on the door isn't a noise I hear often."Kenzy answers.Noticing the gun in her hand, Rob replies, "I see. Well, I was hoping you'd join me for breakfast so we can talk about yesterday."

 Kenzy sighs. Looking at Rob's easy eyes and crooked smile, she cannot help but smile but almost instantly turns it to a frown. 

 "It's just breakfast. I'm buying." Rob adds.Kenzy rolls her eyes and flashes a short smirk.

 "Ok, let me get dressed." She makes Rob wait outside while she changes clothes and locks up the room.

 Kenzy chooses a booth in the back of the restaurant and the two sit down. After the waitress takes their drink order, she and Rob open their menus and pretend to read. 

 "Okay, how long are we going to stare at these menus?" Rob asks minutes later.

 "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm trying to pick out what I want toeat." Kenzy smarts off. Rob just smiles and the two sit in silence until the waitress comes back. 

 "Here are your drinks. Are you ready to order?" The waitress asks. Kenzy looks up to see a thin red-head standing there with her eyes glued toRob. 

"Yeah, I'll have a number eight." she snaps trying to get the woman's attention. The waitress gives Kenzy a quick dirty look and writes down the order.

 "And for you?" The waitress asks Rob with a huge grin on her orange face. 

 "A number eight sounds good." Rob answers and hands her the menu and she winks at him before walking away. 

 "If you want to take her to the restroom, I promise I won't steal your car." Kenzy jokes.

 "Oh you're so thoughtful, but plastic isn't my type."

 "I'm impressed. Most men love the fake look." Kenzy sips on her orange juice.

 "Not me. Now, stop trying to avoid the subject. We're here to talk about you."Rob is direct and catches her off guard. 

 "It's complicated." 

 Frustrated, he sighs. "What's your story, Kenzy?"

 "My father was murdered and I'm hunting down his killers."