The Dead Are Among Us

World War Zombie

Extra chapter added on to this, scroll untill you see "Slinging Arrows"** sorry for the agravation, I havnt received any help on why it will not allow me to upload a 'new part'.

Morning light flooded into the room, the sun danced on my face as I tried to hide from it. I stretched my arms out yawning but quickly drew back when my hand hit a solid body. I froze, I became silent and motionless only relying on my ears and vision tot tell me what I had woken up to. The sleeping person rolled to face me and my heart calmed when I saw it was Dawson, he smiled droggily with his eyes squinted and his bed head giving him a sexy warm look. "Good morning." He said akwardly stretching his arms out over his head, "Morning" I said pulling the pillow up to my face. "I guess we better get up." I said slowly pushing my feet to the cool floor. "We need to get everything set up, its gonna be a long 24 hours." he frowned. "I agree, Its gonna be long." I nodded. "I'm gonna take a quick bath, you never know how long it will be till your next one." I said pulling my giant bag of clothes into the bathroom with me. "Okay, yeah.. I'll be downstairs fixing breakfast, we can eat and then get started." He said leaving the room, there was some kind of weird tention between us, I couldnt really tell what it was. Once I got out I dried my body and looked at my clothing options. "Hmmm, If I die, what would I want to die in?" I dumbly asked myself, I supposed it wouldnt matter. I knew that I'd need to dress warm, in the event that I was left running for my life through the woods with no blankets or fire. I Pulled on a sports bra, I need to be very strapped down, in order to stay out of someones grip. I matched my underwear to it childishly, I have a thing for matching undergarments. I grabbed my long sleeve under armor thermal and pulled it on carfull not to move to quickly, my shoulder seems to have healed tremendously overnight, I would definatly be able to sight in my bow today, it would be perfect for killing off Charlies men, and hopefully Charlie too. I put on a pair of skinny jeans and then tucked them into my gowgirl boots. I threw a flannel on to top off the outfit, flannels are mans best creation, especially when your shoulder can only manuvuer in so many ways. Thsi would just be my working outfit however. What I will wear for Charlies attack is much more... camoflauge. I smiled to mysefl thinking just how camo I really would be, I've been saving this outfit for a while now, just waiting to need it like I will tonight.

Downstairs I went, the mouth watering smell of grits and eggs filled the house. "Mhhh, My favorite." I whispered to myself, senses tingling. "Alright everyone, we've got a big day today. Lets all eat a good breakfast and get started." Dawson said as he sat the giant pot and plate of grits and eggs down on the bar, Everyone began fixing a plate, Dawson grabbed two handing one off to me over the others. I mixed my grits and eggs together and salted them accordingly. "I think I wanna sit on the front porch swing to eat." I said, mainly to Dawson, but Rachel piped up instead. "Can I sit with you?" She asked shyly. "Yes, of coarse you can" I said smiling gently at her, she was a very broken girl. We both sat on the swing at the same time trying to prevent spilling the delicious meals in our laps. "I dont want to sound crazy-" she started-"but, can we slightly change the plans?" She asked as if afraid I was gonna lash out at her any second. "Ummm... What do you have in mind?" I wondered out loud before agreeing to anything. She fumbled her fork around in her hands for a second before deciding a way to say what she wanted to say. She looked up at me from under her hair and spoke. "Instead of just shooting him, can we capture him?" She looked hopeful, the question was completely different that what I had expected it to be. "Ch.. Charlie?" I stuttered, she whinced at his name. "Yeah.. him." She nodded. I sat back in the swing never taking my eyes off of her, she wanted revenge, who was I to stop her? I know my Daddy always told me the quiet ones were the most dangerouse, but I didnt realize the wheels turning in her head were that of pure hatred, and it wasnt the hate that one might have because they were cheated on, or bullied. No, this was a hate that would'nt go away with a cold beer or therapy, the only way to get rid of this kind would be cold hard brutal revenge. I smiled softly at her, "That could be aranged." She grinned a grin that I hadnt seen until now, it was a little scary.