The Plague

Chapter 7

The two groups stayed for a couple of days and we traded fighting and blade techniques. Trey taught everyone how to better their shooting skills, and I had to say he was really hot as an instructor. The best part about the weekend though, had to be when I learned how to use a samurai sword.

"Better watch her with that thing." Trey fake whispered loud enough for me to hear on purpose.

"I wouldn't talk about the badass holding the lethal sword if I were you." I teased while playing around with it, not even looking at him.

Luckily I didn't get any more drama from Lacy, and she even showed me how to make a killer drink made with vodka and candy. I don't think she wanted to be friends, but that didn't bother me at all. We figured out a way to tolerate each other, which was fine with me.

Then they had to return home. It's not fun and games all the time and there are still converts to kill along with a human race to protect.

"Cant be having any zombies made an' all." Melanie joked.

Over the next few weeks I trained, trained, and trained some more. I never got tired of it though. I practiced with an unblessed samurai sword until we could get in touch with the angels who do that sort of thing. It was my favorite weapon besides the blade, and I always wished I could bring it with me on missions when we did them, but that would be pointless. It had to be blessed.

I began to get a little better with the guns, and my blade work was untouched as far as I was concerned. Of corse Corey would challenge me to contests, and then make some excuse why he lost. I'm not as competitive as him, but when it's something I'm good at I can't help but brag when I win.

Even the nights I would go see Keaton, it got easier and I guess I had to thank Trey for that. I still hurt since I couldn't hold my little boy, but seeing him happy muted that feeling a little.

All of these things in my life were becoming the norm and I was ok with that.

One day Adam had to attend a meeting with the bosses. I always get very intimidated when I have to go to these so I felt relieved that it was just going to be him this time. Instead he gave us "strict" orders to train more, and keep an eye on things around the area to make sure there weren't any converts messing around.

"Think we should recon tonight? I'm bored." Corey asked me as we were refilling the bags in the gym.

"I dunno, Adam didn't say not to." I responded.

"So that's a yes?"

"It is for me. Why don't you go ask the others."

"Why you gotta order me around? Is it because I'm black?" he laughed. For the record, we joke like this all the time.

"Yes Corey, that's exactly why." I rolled my eyes.

"I knew it." He tossed an empty sack to me and fake stomped out, making me laugh.

I refilled the rest of the bags, and while I waited for him to get back I threw a few blades around the room. After tiring of that I finally realized it was taking Corey a long time to return.

"How long does it take to ask a damn question?"

Right as I was about to open the door I heard the creak of the main door out in the hallway. Thinking I could get him back, I decided to hide behind one of the dummies. Corey scared easier than I did.

Right as I turned I smelled it. It wasn't Corey.

No way is a convert here. No way in hell. But there is no mistaking that smell, so I ran to the closet that held blades. We keep extras in every room on property in situations like these, unfortunately it would come in handy.