Flesh Eaters

Who Can You Trust?

Chapter 15 - Who Can You Trust?

*Grey's POV*

We crunch through the dry leave back to the truck. Murphy walks in front of me carrying the can of gas. I limp behind him holding his sweatshirt up around my waist.

I shiver as a cold gust of wind blows through. The weathers changing, growing colder. Winters coming early. Upside to the cold is eaters will be slower but just as dangerous.

We walk next to the stream. The water trickles slowly, some places already frozen.

As we get closer to the truck voices reach my ears. Murphy must hear them to because he crouches lower to the ground. I copy him as we move silently forward.

The truck comes into view and I see a man. He walks towards the truck shouting something over his shoulder to a women that follows. He reaches the truck and opens the passenger door while the women crouches down and looks at my pants that still lay on the ground.

We move closer before Murphy ducks behind a tree pulling me with him. I look up at him and watch him place a finger over his lips, signaling for me to keep quiet. I nod and watch as he peeks around the tree. He turns back to me and hands me the gas can before he motions for me to stay put. I take the can as he turns and slowly moves toward the truck.

I watch him silently creep forward with his crossbow raised toward the man and women. I watch the women pick up my pants and start to go through the pockets. The man digs through the duffle back left in the truck, tossing something's out.

Suddenly Murphy springs up with his crossbow. He aims it first at the man then the women shouting, "DROP EVERYTHING AND ONE GETS SHOT!"

The women shoots up dropping my pants and raises her hands above her head. The man turns toward Murphy while reaching toward a gun holstered on his belt.

Murphy returns his aim to the man. "Don't, unless ya' want a arrow between your eyes."

The mans hand freezes a few inches from the gun.

"Hands above your head," Murphy says then nods toward the women. "Your friend figured it out."

Slowly the man raises his hands keeping his eyes glued on Murphy.

"Good. Now I want your friend ta' pick those pants up again," Murphy says to the man.

The women nervously looks at the man then at Murphy.

"Do it," the man says.

Slowly the women crouches down and picks them up.

"Bring them here," Murphy commands.

The women quickly moves toward Murphy, carrying my pants. She holds them out to Murphy and I see her hands shake with fear.

"Grey," Murphy calls to me.

Carefully I stand and limp over him. I stop just behind him.

"Give them ta' her," Murphy says to the women.

Slowly the women moves toward me. Her eyes study my face. I can only imagine what she sees. She holds my pants out to me and her eyes drop to the bandaging cover my arms.

I take them and mumble, "thank you."

The women just stares at me, at my injuries, before her eyes snap to Murphy.

I follow her gaze and see Murphy still aiming the crossbow at the man. The man stares back at Murphy.

"Step away from the truck," Murphy says.