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The group stayed in the living room for a while, probably deciding what to do or waiting for one of the others to come down the stairs. Chapin was smiling triumphantly, and that's when Zoey stood up.
"Okay," She said, glaring at Chapin. "I don't know what you did or how you did it, but I don't care. You hurt our friends, and your going to pay the price." Chapin frowned, but then continued smiling. Something happened in that little brain of hers; something clicked in her mind, and she wasn't the same leader that they had way back when.
"I say we tie her a** up." Chris suggested.
"Good idea." Liam agreed.
So they went with that. They collected pieces of cloth around the house, and tied up Chapin's hands and legs, then wrapped one in her mouth in case she tries to make noise. She let them, as if she knew this was coming for her.
"Now you won't cause anymore trouble." Joakim said. Chapin rolled her eyes and layed down on a couch.
"What should we do now?" Zoey asked.
"Shouldn't we get back to sharpening those branches?" Liam said.
"Yeah," Chris said. "And speaking of branches," He reached over and took the wooden dagger from Chapin's belt, and put in his own.
"We should get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll finish the branches." Zoey took charge. No one argued.
Zoey was on charge first, and everyone went upstairs. Chapin stayed downstairs, tied up, and also, soon, fell asleep.
***
The next morning the group was the same as last night. There was tension and questions wanted to be asked, but no one dared to in the house. Only Chris, Zoey, Joakim, and Liam were up and about, because the others were either upstairs coping with thier mistakes or tied up.
They got right to work on the branches, and were done by noon. No one spoke. They felt like the house was sucking all the air out, watching them.
"Want to go try them out?" Liam eventually suggested. Everyone agreed quickly, all wanting to get out.
They ignored the little pile of upturned dirt underneath the cherry blossom tree, and went deeper into the back garden of the house.
"What do you think last night was all about?" Chris asked, once they were a safe distance from the house.
"I don't really know. But something happened. We'll ask later when Hannah and Lewis are feeling up to it." Zoey said.
"Hey, look!" Joakim pointed to a corner of the garden. There was a small well, with white stone covered in vines. It had a roof, and there was a bucket knocked over next to it, along with some rope. It looked to be there for a while.
"Aww, cool!" Chris said. "If there's water down there, we'll be able to have water once the water bottles are out."
"If." Liam pointed out.
They ran over to the well, watching thier step.Once they got there, they peered in, and gasped.
You may think it's like The Walking Dead, with the fat zombie in the well, and now they all have to pull it out. No, it's much more worse. There was a pile of zombies, sitting in the well, a good four feet high. They were all shot in the head, and stank. The ones on top were fresh.
Immediatly, the group backed away from the well, all ideas of fresh water escaping from thier minds.
"What," Joakim managed to say after gagging. "The h*ll was that?!"
"I don't know," Zoey said. She coughed. "But that was disgusting."
"Yeah," Liam said. "Whoever was here first, must've dropped all the zombies in the well."
Suddenly, Chris froze. The rest noticed.
"What's wrong, Chris?" Zoey asked.
"I just thought of something." Chris said. "The ones on top were fresh. What if the people who were here first...... are still here?"
Everyone froze, and then they started to run to the house. But something stopped them.
A man, about in his middle ages with short ginger hair and glasses on, pointed a pistol at them. He wore a leather jacket, with black pants and boots. He looked like someone from a spy movie.
"Stop," He said, his voice supporting a Russian accent. "Or I'll kill you."
***
Caleb watched as the group walked outside. He saw them walk out, and he heard them say they wanted to try out thier new weapons. But he knew why they really wanted to leave. The tension in the house was too much for them. He felt it, too, but doesn't know why. He don't know what happened last night, or the night before. He heard yelling, but the floor muffled too much.
He wanted to be out there, too, to be outside in the garden. The air in the house was too dense. But he didn't want to see his sister's grave. Of course, he could see it from the window, and gazed longingly at it for hours. He just didn't want to be right there, next to it. Next to his sister's cold cadaver.
Caleb stood up from his spot on the floor. He wanted to get out of this house, he needed to.
He walked outside the door, taking notice of Lewis sleeping in front of a door that he assumed Hannah's in.
When he walked down the stairs he was momentarily startled when he saw Chapin tied up. Although, it didn't really surprise him. It was almost expected. She wasn't his favorite person, she even scared him at times. She was currently fast asleep in the afternoon sun.
Caleb shook his head and walked out the door. The sun gleamed on his face, warmer than the feeling he had when it was through the window. Then his eyes settled on the grave, and his eyes widened.
There was a flower. A beautiful, green and gold flower was growing out of the grave. It almost spelled 'Ryder'. Caleb bent down and stroked a petal. He knew it probably meant nothing, but it felt like the flower was Ryder's way of saying she's okay. Caleb smiled. He kissed his finger tips, and set them down at the base of the flower. That was his way of saying he loved her, too.
Movement out of the corner of his eye made his head snap up. He saw a man, with ginger hair and glasses, holding a gun. Caleb moved over and hid in a bit of foliage. He moved some branches and peered through.
He saw the man sneak up to his friends, and then take them by surprise at gun point. Hearing, 'I'll kill you' as clear as the day is long, Caleb bolted back to the house.
This was not going to end well.
