Buzz

Gentle motions

Will POV

"Leave during the day or while we still have some night left?" I asked Valarie.

We've been sitting in silence for around an hour, unmoving and barely breathing. After her confession I had very few words I could say. It seemed, on the outside, that it didn't affect her. But we both knew that memories were just as dangerous as the flesh eating, rash ridden monsters outside.

She seemed to consider the question carefully. "Best to leave now, we don't have the fastest people on board", she glanced at Matt who was sleeping soundly. I tried not to zone in on the female sleeping right next to him. I knew logically she could be of great use but emotionally...well if only looks could kill.

Valarie walked quietly over to Gloria and I decided to do the same to Logan. Once they had both adjusted to the harsh, sober reality we now lived in they lost their spirit. I could see the look in Logan's eyes. I slapped him gently, "Don't you dare freak out on me now. We have to get to the city and you're going to help whether you like it or not. So put on your big boy pants and let's get going."
His eyes widened in surprise and he nodded frantically.

I looked over to Matt and so did Valarie. Then she turned her gaze to me and quirked a brow. The silent question: was I going to wake him? I slowly shook my head and she marched over to him. She slapped him harshly and he sat up rather quickly, "Where's Will?!"

I looked away to hide my blush. For some reason Logan's arm slithered around my waist and he brought me closer to him. The other doctor woke up from Matt's sudden movement, "What's going on?"

"We need to leave, do you have everything that you brought with you? Not yet? Well too bad, let's go", Valarie said quickly. I knew she was only doing it to stress Matt and Elizabeth out and to be frank, I enjoyed it. I knew that Logan did too because he was holding back a laugh.

Matt jumped out of bed then fell backwards with a hiss, he had forgotten that his ankle was sprained. I moved to go to him but Logan's arm just tightened. I was stopped thoroughly when Elizabeth rushed over to him to help him up. I averted my eyes in disgust.

Quickly everyone got back to packing - with Valarie commanding us to go faster. We grabbed the remaining candles in the cottage, the sheets, the matches and the mosquito nets - we all but stripped the wallpaper off the walls. The weight of the bags was no laughing matter, but true to his character, Logan insisted on carrying my backpack along with his. Matt scoffed and so I gave Logan my bag. He gave me a beaming smile and I looked away with a blush.

Why am I blushing so easily?

Valarie came back from the kitchen holding two steak knives, "You two don't have any weapons", she said to Matt and Elizabeth, "so here. One gets too close, you kill it."

Elizabeth fumbled with the knife. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. She's never killed one. I grinned wickedly. I'm better than her. Or am I? I bet she hasn't killed a normal human either...I have. I killed Roderick back at the golf estate. Maybe she's good for Matt... The thought turned my stomach and burnt my heart.

Is she better for him? Better than me?

"One more thing, we will have to go straight through the woods. No stopping - not for anything. If we stop, a mosquito could land on us. A consistent, fast pace", Valarie instructed.

It was risky, I knew that. I glanced over the cottage. It was a hot night, incredibly hot and the cottage was so stuffy. We were all sweating, not that it bothered us. I could tell everyone - besides Valarie and I - was afraid. My eyes landed on the curtain, then on the duvet, then on the elaborate mat. There were six of us though.