Walking Amongst Them (Among Us, Book 2)

Not Your Fight

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I was on watch that night, paired up with both Adam and Ben. Marty was supposed to be on watch, but he claimed to be too tired to stay up for it, and had swapped shifts with Ben so that he could sleep some first. I didn't mind though, I'd much rather be on watch with Ben than Marty.

Not that there was anything actually wrong with Marty, I'd come to realize. I'd spoken to him during dinner, and he seemed like a nice person. I still kept my distance, but I didn't mind as he talked on and on about his life before, how he'd played soccer and was on track to go to college on scholarship. How he'd met Clarke and Rian first, because they'd all lived on the same block.

He filled me in, on accident, that when my father had shown up, he'd brought Elliot with him, and together they'd convinced everyone to move away from the town and out of houses. That it would be safer in tents that wouldn't be a target for raids. So far it hadn't been bad for them, other than losing a girl to a zombie early on in the tent days.

I'd decided while he was rambling that while I didn't have to let him in, I didn't have to be a jerk either.

He didn't mention the name of the girl they'd lost, and I was grateful for it. I didn't need anymore names of the dead to remember. Marty chatted on, despite me not having anything to say back to him. He seemed content having someone who would simply listen, like he had a lot to say and no one to say it to.

"Would you rather eat an eyeball or smell zombie guts for a month?"

I crinkled my nose at the game Adam and Ben had started up early in the shift. The questions had only gotten more disgusting as they went on.

"That's a tough one. Where would the eyeball come from, like is it a fish eye or a human eye, or what?" Adam asked.

Ben leaned back on his log thoughtfully. The fire casted shadows over his face and made him look like he should be telling a scary story. "I'm going to go with dead human eye. Like they've been dead for two days."

"Oh, well in that case I'd rather smell zombies. Not like I don't have to smell you every day anyways," he grinned.

Ben scowled at him, "Man I don't stink. I cleaned yesterday."

Adam made a face and nodded slowly, "Yeah, you did a great job of it too . . ."

"Hey now, let's not fight. We're supposed to be on watch duty, remember?" I tried, not wanting to hear them bickering right then.

They both turned and looked at me.

"What would you rather do, Kodi?"

"I'd rather eat a human eyeball," I said, no hesitation, knowing it would make them both cringe. "Now come on," I started.

"You come on, there's nothing better to do to keep us awake," Ben whined.

I shook my head, "what do you guys think about leaving?"

Ben looked at me curiously, "You mean like keep going west?" I nodded in response and he looked at the fire, "I'm down if Adam is down. I don't mind this camp, but I'd rather be in a house, you know?"

"Trish thinks we all need to have a meeting tomorrow and decide what we all want to do. Abby's getting better and I think that's a major factor in all of this."

They nodded together, Adam cleared his throat and sat forward. His elbows rested on his knees as he eyed the fire, "I want to go. I don't mind these people but we left signs at the safe house saying we would be moving west. This is more North than anything, and Cody might have already passed us by now."