The Apocalypse

Chapter 6

That night,  the bundle of friends made it to a old house and decided to make it their safe house. They took wooden planks and barricaded the windows and door. The building was a old house that had a couch, dishes, carpet, wall paint or doors to the other rooms. It was stripped clean of any useful materials other than a few mattresses and huge chest that they couldn’t lift. When they checked inside of it they found nothing.

“Well, at least its better than sleeping outside with all the brain munchers,” Jayda and the others were cracking jokes during the time they spent organizing their new home. Reilly and Chris had just finished up barricading the windows when the others made themselves at home.

"I think we are set up to stay here awhile," Maggie flopped down on one of the four mattresses that they laid out in the main room. "Got the chest right there for our food, and couch for us to sit on, we can just lay our weapons against the wall. We are set other than the zombies everywhere.” Maggie let out a long sigh and closed her eyes.

"I think it's safe to call it a night," Reilly came out of what use to be the kitchen,

"Sleep well you guys, because in two days, we are going to that concert." Chris got on one of the mattresses and put his stuff next to him just in case any unwanted visitors showed up, and so did the others.  The next morning, Reilly had got up early and started to make breakfast for the others who were still sleeping. He went into the old kitchen and started seeing if the sinks and stove worked which luckily, they did. He dug through one of the bags and found potatoes, cut them up into very fine pieces and put them over the stove, after he had washed a skillet to put them in. He stirred continuously, making sure to not burn the sides.  He wished he had some butter or seasoning to put on the hash browns, but was satisfied with what he had. The smell of the cooking food brought back memories of when his mom would wake him up to some of the most amazing hash browns that he had ever tasted.  He would walk out of his room along with his beloved brother and into the kitchen to see his mom and his dad standing in front of the stove, they would turn around and smile at their eldest son and give him a small plate. This brought tears to his eyes. He longed to have his normal life back, as normal as it was with friends and family like his. Reilly turned off the stove and let the hash browns cool a little, grabbed some paper plates out of his bag along with some plastic silverware and distributed to food evenly among the plates.  Right as he finished making plates, he turned around to see the others just waking.  He turned back to the plates and walked out to the others.

“Morning guys, I made breakfast,” Reilly smiled as he set the plates down. He saw the groups faces brighten at the thought of food, and they all rushed in to eat. 

“How did you make this?” Maggie was in awe from the steaming food.

“I got the stove to work, took a little while to do though,” Reilly looked at the food on his plate. “Sorry, it’s not as good as I hoped it would be,” he seemed disappointed with his meal.

“Reilly, are you ok?” Jayda looked over at him, she always knew when something was wrong even when he seemed like everything was going great. It was one of the talents that she has.

“No, I'm fine.” Reilly smiled and continued eating.

“That’s bullshit,” Jayda gave him a serious look, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Reilly avoided the question.

“Boy,” Jayda walked over and sat next to him, “Tell me what’s wrong,”

“You are persistent you know that?” Reilly let out a sigh, “I just wish that I could be doing more to help us,” Reilly telling somewhat the truth, but not entirely.