On The Days Of Silence (A Zombie novel)

Chapter 7: The Prisoners

Told you those soldiers are Hot! #drooling
Enjoy!

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After doing our routine, (which is to bury Jerry and do a mini funeral) we check out the inside of the house. To our surprise, there weren't any Zombies inside. The inside is very beautiful and old fashion, many things here that I'm sure my grandparents would of own if they were still around. From the outside, it would look like it's an average size house, but inside, this place is huge. There's about 6 rooms upstairs and 3 down stairs, 6 restrooms and a large kitchen, living room, and dinning room. Weird thing about this place is that all the furniture is here, as if this placed hasn't been touched by the apocalypse. It's like this house was made for us because for the first time ever, we can all get our own room, with the exception of a fellow partner, of course.

"Where should the soldiers stay?" I ask Oscar, because the only place I could think of putting them is in the living room or the backyard.

Oscar thinks for a moment. "Hey Alex," he calls out, "Check if there's a basement or an attic, yeah?" He asks.

"Yeah, sure thing," he says and walks off.

Huh. Good thinking. "Ok, I'm going to sleep, I'm still sleepy," I say. I go to where we -Vanne and I- decided what room to sleep in, which is somewhere upstairs, somewhere to the right of the house. Me and Vanne convinced -well, actually forced- Ale to sleep with Sam at least this one night. With her face as red as a tomato and eyes glued onto the floor, laughing Sam takes her happily out side so they can keep a watch out from the back of the house.

As weird as it is that this house has everything, as in food, clothes, and weapons, I enjoy the moment of this house having warm shower water and sweet scented soap.

I take my time in the shower. It's been a long time since I've actually had a nice long, warm shower, because at all the other places that we have been to, there were only cold water so you shower as quickly as possible. The warm water relaxes me and I close my eyes as I let it run down my back.

I'm gonna miss Jerry. Jerry was a really good friend. Why did I have to take so long to shoot that Zombie down? I could have saved him and he would have been okay. I'm always in time to save him but this time I wasn't. I've let him down. I let everyone down. By this time, I'm already pissed ohh and I hand the side of my hand to the wall in the shower. Then covering my face with my hands in sadness for Jerry's loss and in anger for me not being able to save him. I should have saved him! I should have saved him! I should have saved him!

Someone knocks hard on the door making me jump. I calm down my breathing, barley noticing I was breathing hard . "Coming!" I respond and I rinse my body one more time. I grab a fluffy white towel and wrap it around myself and another white towel and dry what little I have left of my now short hair.

I ruffle my hair with I quickly with the towel then comb my hair and I already see the little curls forming. I look at the mirror and look deep into my dull black eyes. They look sad and tired.

Someone knocks on the door again ruffly. "I'm coming!" I say, starting to get exasperated. I grab my dirty clothes and open the door to see Erik standing there. As always, he look serious. I don't think he has ever liked me, or anyone, except Asher and his girlfriend, and maybe Anthony, cause they're brothers. "What happen?" I ask as I pass by him and towards my room.

He clears his throat. "Ozzy needs to see you," he says, voice deep and not far from behind me.

I let out a exasperated breath as I enter my room. "Why doesn't he come and get me himself?" Ozzy acts as if he's in charge of everyone or something. Well, it's actually Oscar and Ozzy but whatever.