Zombie Terror (book 1)

chapter 9 - terms

"Mm. This soup is so good." Mike moaned eating more chunky bites of the chicken noodle soup. I smiled and chuckled. I look down at my soup. I wasn't really hungry since the incident. I can't stop thinking about that guys throbbing face.

"Yeah, you're welcome. Those cooking classes I've been taking was worth it." Matt said sitting down at the table joining us. We all laughed but Abby. She is still shaken but she'll get used to it.

"So ma-" I got interrupted with a knock at the door. We all turned our heads towards the door. I stood frozen.

"Army. open the door." I heard a guy voice, telling us that he's a soldier. "Don't make me kick the door down because last time I hurt my leg. Please open the door." The guy sighed.

"Randy, go open the door." Matt hit Randy's shoulder and he winced.

"Why me? Why not you?" They started arguing quietly. I rolled my eyes and stood up from the table walking towards the door. Matt whispered my name out loud but I ignored him.

I twisted the handle and opened the door for the soldier. I noticed a young handsome soldier standing there with his rifle. I glared at him studying his features. Brown hair, green eyes, muscular body, and a scar above his right eyebrow.

"Hello ma'am. May I come in." I nodded and got out of the way, he entered the house. He looked around to be sure it's safe.

"Claire, what the fuck?" Randy whispered at me, I still ignored him watching the soldier as he examines around the house.

"Alright. Lemme introduce myself. My name is Reese Stripling. I'm an army soldier. I'm here to inform you guys that there's a pack of infected people coming down this way on the beach. So I suggest you people to leave immediately, maybe first thing in the morning.." Reese explained everything. We stood silently waiting for more.

"Oh okay, that seems accurate.", Matt said with a serious expression before we fell in silence. We looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Well, I'm gonna stay here to protect you guys. So I'll just make myself right at home." Reese puts his rifle on the ground against the wall walking in the kitchen making him a bowl of soup. What the fuck.
He turned and noticed that we are watching him. He chuckled."Sorry if I'm being rude but, my instructor sent me out here to die just to tell you guys there are lots of infected dead people coming this way. So, you'll thank me later.", he winked at us and continued on to make him a bowl of soup and sat in a chair at the table.

"Plus I haven't slept for three days. It's exhausting." He said yawning then taking a bite of the hot soup.
He gently blew on it then drank it.
I shrugged and joined him. I studied his features again. He's kinda cute.

Matt caught me staring at Reese, I blushed a little and looked down at my soup.

"So, uh Reese. Where are you planning to go after we leave?" Matt finally asked cutting the awkward silence. Reese looked up with crackers filled in his mouth. Bryce and Mike snickered at the look of his face as they continued to eat.

"Oh, um... I don't know honestly. I was sent here to protect y'all and I have no where to go but stay here with you people." He shrugged a little and continued to eat crackers and soup. Matt nodded understanding what he said.

Matt glared at me. He jerked his head in a direction wanting me to follow him. I choked on a cracker.
I coughed and everyone looked at me.

"What?" I snapped getting up from the table following Matt upstairs. I finally got on the second floor. I looked around for him.

"Boo." I gasped loudly when Matt scared me from behind, I rolled my eyes and slapped him on the arm. He chuckled and push me against the wall. I chuckled too. I looked into his eyes. Our chuckles faded. I looked at his lips. Goddamn, his lips are so beautiful.

He leans closer to kiss me on the lips. Then he trails his lips down to my jaw and my neck and.

"Fuck it." My lips crashed into his and he accepts it. He picks me up by my legs and carries me into one of the bed rooms.

"Matt.", I breathed heavily as he gently placed me on the bed.

"Shh." He hushed me, placing his thumb on my lips.