Fear the Roaming Dead

Denial and Acceptance (chapter 30)

"Welcome, Natalie." Phon smiled as she shook the girls hand. Natalie politely smiled and nodded. "I'm very thankful. This place has been kind to me so far this week." Natalie said looking around the clinic. Yang sat in a chair with a bottle of vodka. She rubbed her temple and looked around the room. Natalie put her hand on Phon's shoulder. "So, are you guys going to look for my friends? Last time I saw them they were in New York. Some massive golden semi-truck with curly barbed wire over the sides and mounted machine guns on the top. Plated steel on the sides... bullet proof tires." she said quietly. Phon smiled politely. "New York? You realize we're closer to Washington D.C. now than we are New York. We'd have to send a team all the way up there to look for a golden truck. You realize how absurd that sounds?" Phon asked.

Natalie fiddled with her fingers. "I know, I know. I just hope I can find them soon. Maybe they'll find us. One of their names is Kolton." Natalie beamed. Phon shook her head. "Names don't matter if I never meet them. We only focus on the people that are here and those who will soon be here. I need to get back to work." Phon said walking over to a patient.

Natalie glanced at Yang. She slowly made her way over and sat on the desk that Yang was sitting at. Natalie put her hand on the table. "Hey." she said politely. Yang looked up, took another swig of vodka, and replied, "What?" Natalie shrugged. "I don't know. I just see that you've been sad ever since I got here." Natalie said. Yang shook her head. "It's not you. I promise." Yang said eyeing down her vodka. Natalie rubbed her nose. "Okay. Well, do you need someone to talk to?" Natalie asked. Yang shook her head once again. "No, I don't. Thanks for offering, however." Yang said.

Yang stood up and wobbled over to the refrigerator. She opened it and stuff the half full bottle of vodka in it. She wiped the sweat from her temple and walked outside.

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"Tinley. You're not gonna believe this!" Dex laughed. He pulled a tiny pancake out of his jean pocket. He held it out in front of Tinley's face. "They made tiny pancakes! I could eat this sucker in one bite!" Dex laughed. His face was red. Tinley stood in front of him. Yellow dress, yellow flower, and white slip on shoes. Her face looked very concerned. She stayed in the corner of the room. Dex never went near her, he just talked to her.

Tinley smiled politely. "Dex. Snap out of it." she said firmly. Dex looked back at her and giggled drunkenly. "Hey, look who's finally talking." Dex leaned back and almost lost his balance. Tinley rubbed her temple. "Baby, it's not good that I'm talking." she said. Dex stood up and pointed at her angrily. "Yes, it is! That demon Wally tried to hang you! You're lucky the medics were able to save you!" Tinley rubbed the bruise around her neck. She looked down worried.

He stood up and walked over to his desk. He skipped on over and leaned against it. An empty bottle of booze dropped from the side of the furniture. It shattered on impact and Dex jumped up and yelped. He stared at the glass for a long time then looked at Tinley. He suddenly fell to the floor and bursted out laughing. He wiped the happy tears from his eyes and sat up straight. "That was hilarious! Right, Tin?" he giggled. Tinley kept a straight face.

"Go outside to the cemetery. Look at the grave to the left of Sam's grave. I want you to look at the name of the person. Sink that in and then come back and talk to me." Tinley growled firmly pointing at him. Dex stood up and put his hands on his side. He brushed it off. "No, they didn't bury you. You're standing right here. How can you be buried," he burped drunkenly. "and still be standing here with me?" he asked. Tinley yelled louder. "Go do it!" Dex put his hands up. "Okay, okay. But no matter how many times you tell me to go look at 'your' grave, you will still be here for me." Dex said walking towards the door. He heard Tinley from the room. "That's not a good thing." she replied.