The Dead and The Damned

Part 6

Chapter 6

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The walk back to the camp is slow and quiet. I'm still crying, unsurprisingly, and clutching the silly feather hat that Mackenzie had asked me to put on earlier. It's funny how that's the thing I keep versus anything else. Maybe it's because it's the last moment I shared with her. I sniff, swiping at my eyes as Sam pulls me closer to him. He's been crying too. I've only see him cry twice - once when our mom died, and another time when a fish nipped at his dick. It was quite funny for me, actually. The fish biting him, not mom dying. We make it back to the bus, and we all climb inside - Sam, Harry, Zayn and me. I don't even bother glaring at Harry when he pokes me in the side, nestling down into the front seat and taking a shaky breath.

"So...shall we go?" Sam asks, his eyes all red and puffy. I must look like hell that's been hit by a truck, left out on the street for three days, then microwaved for an hour. You get the idea. I nod, placing the hat on the dashboard where we can always see it. Sam starts the car, pulling away from the curb and driving down the street. I grimace as we pass the street where Mack died. Harry and Zayn are quiet in the back, and I sneak a glance into the rearview mirror where Harry meets my gaze. He almost seems..concerned. I huff and look away, placing my head on the window and closing my eyes. Maybe when I wake up I'll be back in my own bed, everything that happened only being a nightmare.

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I wake with a start, my heart pounding. Sam, Harry, Zayn, aren't in the van. Huh. They must've died. waIT NO STOP IT BRAIN. I glance out the window, seeing a bunch of small little houses all tucked neatly together. I notice the bus is tilting a little to the side. Weird. I open the door, stepping out and examining the side of the bus, my eyes falling onto the popped tire and steam rising from the front. Sigh. Figures.

"Soph! You're awake!" Sam yells from behind me. He's standing in the doorway of the house behind the bus, waving an anxious hand at me. "C'mon. We found a few more survivors who are letting us stay here until the bus is fixed." I shrug, walking up the steps to the cute little two story house. It's painted a baby blue, with the paint chipping slightly in a few different areas. Sam rests a hand on my shoulder, steering me through the house into the kitchen. A little old lady who seems around 52, at most, is crouched over the oven, trying to pull some dish out.

"Mrs.Kearney?" Sam asks. The lady stands up, a little surprised that we're back in the kitchen, but smiles. She's like the cute little old grandma that you have who knits sweaters and makes pies. I instantly liked her.

"Oh please. Call me Debbie." she scolds, walking over to us. "This must be your lovely sister you were talking about. Very beautiful girl." I smile, extending my hand.

"I'm Sophie."

"Oh, dear, I know! Your brother here was going on and on about you."

"Really?" I almost burst out laughing, sneaking a glance at Sam. He blushes, his cheeks a light pink.

"Yes, really! Poor lad didn't know when to shut up about you. I could write books about you." Debbie - er, Mrs. Kearney i doNT KNOW WHAT TO CALL HER AH - muses, pulling the dish out of the oven. I laugh, the first time since Mack's death, pulling out a chair from the small table in the breakfast nook and sitting down.