Family Comes at the Weirdest Times

Chapter 4

Nothing was spoken for the next few minutes. Just the continuing sound of moans. What was there to say? It was awkward for me. If you can remember, I haven't spoken to people, human kind for almost five years. No one's spoken to me, so I don't know how I was able to say anything to the six people who are staying with me.

"You know," Cry started. I could feel him shift his weight onto his arm closest to me, making him lean closer to me. "We've never seen a girl your age alone in the last five years."

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure the girls you've seen my age are either dead, in a group, or didn't grow up in a house full of brothers..." I said. Many people have called me weird because of the way I act, but it was because I've only ever known what guys like before school started. I learned that 'normal' girls went crazy a about guys, love make up and, it seemed, pink. All other girls looked and acted normal, then there's me. The one girl with two different coloured eyes and fiery ginger hair who was bigger than most girls and liked everything a guy would like.

So, yeah.

"Well, that explains why you acted unlike most other girls," Cry said leaning forwards with his elbows on his knees. He shook his head a little before looking at me. "But that doesn't necessarily explain how how you were able to take out more zombies than two full grown people could."

I had no answer for him. How was I supposed to answer him? As far as I was concerned, I was a normal girl living alone during the zombie apocalypse.

"I can't answer that. I honestly can't." I said, shaking my head a little bit. "I don't have an answer."

I looked over to Cry, but all I saw was him looking at the ground ten feet below us. I felt ashamed of what I was able to do. It wasn't normal, but the best answer I could come up with is that I've been fighting off the dead for so long. But that still would explain it because so were the adults.

"You should go get some rest." I said looking away from Cry. "I can keep watch."

A hand suddenly obscured my vision. I followed the arm up and Cry was bending down looking at me. What was he doing?

"You don't have to keep watch. Not when they can't climb." He said referring to the zombies. I quirked an eyebrow, putting on my tough skin and stood up by myself. I didn't need his help.

He was surprised to say the least, but I didn't care. I walked over to my corner that I slept in and sat down, curling in on myself. My sweater was nice and warm, but I still shivered at the wind chill flowing through the Tree House.

I closed my eyes. It honestly felt nice to get a little rest. I'm always worrying about someone uninvited coming up here and doing whatever to me or my stuff. I have some paranoia other than about zombies.

I felt the weight shift next to me then some material was set over my body. With minimal panic I opened my eyes and saw Cry sitting beside me and that he had a blanket draped over us. What's going on?

He looked at me, and chuckled his famous chuckle.

"You honestly think you won't freeze without a blanket?" He asked me with amusement. I just shrugged, leaning me head in the corner closing my eyes again still curled up with my arms hugging my waist and knees about midway to my chest, partly under me.

"I don't usually sleep with a blanket." I said. Why am I telling him this?

"Well, now you have friends." Was all he said. I looked at him with surprise, only to see his head leaning against the wall holding us up. He seemed to be asleep.

Friends? They really think that they're going to stay here for long. I don't really care, but I will be out most of the time, and I'm not going to make them feel at home. I don't really know how. I gave them food and comfort earlier, but that was being courteous not humble.

I sighed. This was going to take some getting used to. I reached over and unplugged my iPod and headphones, putting the little green bud in my ears. I looked around as my device powered up. It was really weird seeing full grown living people laying in my home. But it was nice too.

I clicked whatever song and locked my iPod. Let It Go by Demi Lavato came on. Oh my. I couldn't help but smile at the song. I sang it all the time before all of this.

I almost fell asleep, but before I could, I felt pressure on my right shoulder. My eyes snapped open wide and I looked down to Cry had fallen over with his head on my shoulder. I could hear light snores coming from his nose and soft mumbling.

I didn't know what to do, so I just let him be. Everything was changing so fast. It was hard to keep up with. Talking to people, think of them as friends.

Friends. Friends. Friends.

Cry's words ran through my head. 'Well, now you have friends.' What's that supposed to mean? Minx, Felix, Anthony, Cry, Ken and Ian were all older than 20 years old. I'm only 15. Why do want to be friends with me? None of this really makes sense.

I looked back down at Cry, then to the other again. Things are definitely going to be different, but it will take a long, and I mean long, time to get used to this. But like the song says;

"Let it go."