Showing posts with label Chapter 5. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chapter 5. Show all posts

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Chapter 5.5

Randy scarfed down his second bowl of food then headed back to the cabin.
“Is Daddy still sick?” Alex asked as she watched him stumble back to the cabin.
“In more ways than one,” Rosemarie grumbled.
“Yeah, sweetie,” Georgi said. “He’s going to sleep until his stomach feels better.”
“Will he need medicine?” Alex asked.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Chapter 5.4

Georgi was peering into a big pot when they walked up.
“Hope you like Surprise Soup,” she said.
“What’s the surprise?” ask Neil.
Georgi handed Neil a bowl.
“It isn’t soup,” said Alex with a giggle.
Neil looked into the bowl at the spaghetti and smiled.
“Got you!” Alex giggled.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Chapter 5.3

Georgi was eyeing Neil up and down like she was trying to figure out what to do with him.
“Thanks for bringing him back,” she said finally.
“You’re welcome,” replied Neil.
There was another pause of silence that was, again, broken by drunken noises coming from the cabin.
“Where are my manners?” said Georgi. “Would you like a drink or something to eat? I was about to make some dinner.”
Neil smiled. “That would be great.”

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Chapter 5.2

Georgi kept Rosemarie busy with repairs and moving supplies. Despite her workload, all Rosemarie could think about was Randy’s drunken joyride to kill zombies.  
As the day wore on, there was still no sign of him.
“I hope he gets eaten,” Rosemarie grumbled to Murphy. “That’ll teach him.”
Murphy wagged his tail in what she believed was agreement.
She heard Georgi snickering behind her. “Let’s get cleaned up and eat dinner,” Georgie said, grabbing some towels out of one of the bags. “We’ll try out the new clothesline after we finish.”

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Chapter 5: What Drug In The Cat

Sometime in the dead of night, the sound of tires spinning rocks into the cabin woke Rosemarie from a dream.  
“What the hell?” she said before her brain could register there was a nine year old in the room.
“Stay here, baby.” Georgi said before unzipping her tent.
Grabbing her flashlight, Rosemarie climbed out of her tent. “What’s happening?”
“I don’t know.” Georgi moved to a long plastic case with her keys in hand and grabbed the lock. “Give me some light.”
Rosemarie shined the light on the gun case as Georgi unlocked it and pulled out a rifle.