course! What are you doing out there anyway?"
When the door closed, she explained that she had seen the airplane. "I knew it landed somewhere behind these houses. Then I heard those...I don’t know what they are...monsters, I guess? I saw that they were in this house, so I knew that this was where the people from the plane had gone. I didn't know if they had gotten you or not, but I had to come check."
"Of course, of course," John said again.
"Did you see where they went?" Scooter asked. "Thos e thing s ?"
The woman nodded her head. "They went down the street a while ago. I haven't seen them since."
"They're not aroun d her e anymore?"
"Not at the moment. But that doesn’t mean they won’t come back."
"Yes, they might," John said. "Let’s get downstairs and finish what we started. We can talk more there."
“Finish what you started?
"We were just picking up a few supplies and bringing them into the basement. It's safer down there."
"Then let's go!"
Then they began walking down the hall.
As soon as they got to Julie, Julie looked straight at the dog. It felt like a long time since she had seen one. "Does he bite?" she asked.
The woman shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. He isn't really mine. I found him. But I don't think that he's dangerous. He's never bitte n m e ."
Julie bent down to pet the dog. She scratched behind its ear, ran her fingers over its muzzle. "What's his name?"
"Buster…and I'm Marianne."
Julie turned to smile at the woman, but continued to pet the dog. "I'm Julie. And that's Scooter and John."
Scooter reached out to shake her hand. John did as well.
"We can finish the introductions downstairs," the old man added. "Plus, you need to meet Emily and my wife."
"There are two more people down there?" Marianne asked.
Two more people ? John wondered. His wife hadn't been acting much like a person lately. He didn't even know why he had even said that she would meet her. Alice wasn't going to be meeting anyone anytime soon . His poor Alice.
"Yes," Scooter answered for him. "There are two more down there. Now let's grab these things and get moving."
Scooter picked up his pile food. John grabbed some of his own. Marianne and Julie helped him with the rest.
Then they all headed into the basement.
Chapter 10
When John got to the bottom of the stairs, he nearly bumped into the back of Scooter. The young man had stopped at the bottom step. John wasn't sure why.
"What is it?" he asked.
Scooter didn't reply. Though, in the end, he didn't need to.
As soon as John asked, he saw what the young man was looking at. It was his wife. And she was sitting up.
John came close to dropping the plates in his hand. "Alice?" he asked.
"John?" she replied.
Alice was sitting in front of Emily. They were holding hands and looked like they had been talking.
John placed his plates onto the ground, then rushed over to his wife as fast as he could. He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her on the forehead . That wasn't enoug h . He grabbed her cheeks and raised her face to his own. "My darling Alice," he said, then kissed her her on the lips.
"John," his wife said, her mouth still pressed against his own. "What's happening? Who are all these people?"
"I love you so much," he said, ignoring her questions.
"John, please."
He kissed her again.
When he pulled away, he knew that he'd have to tell his wife what had happened. He could see the concern on her face and knew that she wanted to make sense out of all that had happened. She had no idea that she had been in shock for the past week. She obviously didn't remember all of the killing that had happened outside, the way people had turned into thos e things . "It's…well…" He closed his mouth.
As soon as he started speaking, a fear came over him : would she be able to handle it ? He didn't want her to slip back into that trance she had been in. He didn't know if he could risk it.
"John?"
"It's not important right now," he replied. "All that
When the door closed, she explained that she had seen the airplane. "I knew it landed somewhere behind these houses. Then I heard those...I don’t know what they are...monsters, I guess? I saw that they were in this house, so I knew that this was where the people from the plane had gone. I didn't know if they had gotten you or not, but I had to come check."
"Of course, of course," John said again.
"Did you see where they went?" Scooter asked. "Thos e thing s ?"
The woman nodded her head. "They went down the street a while ago. I haven't seen them since."
"They're not aroun d her e anymore?"
"Not at the moment. But that doesn’t mean they won’t come back."
"Yes, they might," John said. "Let’s get downstairs and finish what we started. We can talk more there."
“Finish what you started?
"We were just picking up a few supplies and bringing them into the basement. It's safer down there."
"Then let's go!"
Then they began walking down the hall.
As soon as they got to Julie, Julie looked straight at the dog. It felt like a long time since she had seen one. "Does he bite?" she asked.
The woman shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. He isn't really mine. I found him. But I don't think that he's dangerous. He's never bitte n m e ."
Julie bent down to pet the dog. She scratched behind its ear, ran her fingers over its muzzle. "What's his name?"
"Buster…and I'm Marianne."
Julie turned to smile at the woman, but continued to pet the dog. "I'm Julie. And that's Scooter and John."
Scooter reached out to shake her hand. John did as well.
"We can finish the introductions downstairs," the old man added. "Plus, you need to meet Emily and my wife."
"There are two more people down there?" Marianne asked.
Two more people ? John wondered. His wife hadn't been acting much like a person lately. He didn't even know why he had even said that she would meet her. Alice wasn't going to be meeting anyone anytime soon . His poor Alice.
"Yes," Scooter answered for him. "There are two more down there. Now let's grab these things and get moving."
Scooter picked up his pile food. John grabbed some of his own. Marianne and Julie helped him with the rest.
Then they all headed into the basement.
Chapter 10
When John got to the bottom of the stairs, he nearly bumped into the back of Scooter. The young man had stopped at the bottom step. John wasn't sure why.
"What is it?" he asked.
Scooter didn't reply. Though, in the end, he didn't need to.
As soon as John asked, he saw what the young man was looking at. It was his wife. And she was sitting up.
John came close to dropping the plates in his hand. "Alice?" he asked.
"John?" she replied.
Alice was sitting in front of Emily. They were holding hands and looked like they had been talking.
John placed his plates onto the ground, then rushed over to his wife as fast as he could. He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her on the forehead . That wasn't enoug h . He grabbed her cheeks and raised her face to his own. "My darling Alice," he said, then kissed her her on the lips.
"John," his wife said, her mouth still pressed against his own. "What's happening? Who are all these people?"
"I love you so much," he said, ignoring her questions.
"John, please."
He kissed her again.
When he pulled away, he knew that he'd have to tell his wife what had happened. He could see the concern on her face and knew that she wanted to make sense out of all that had happened. She had no idea that she had been in shock for the past week. She obviously didn't remember all of the killing that had happened outside, the way people had turned into thos e things . "It's…well…" He closed his mouth.
As soon as he started speaking, a fear came over him : would she be able to handle it ? He didn't want her to slip back into that trance she had been in. He didn't know if he could risk it.
"John?"
"It's not important right now," he replied. "All that
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