Dead Weight/Issue 26

This is Issue 26 of Dead Weight, Titled 'Phone Call'

"Should we stay here for the night? It seems safe?" Sasha asks, lifting Lola onto her hip and swaying gently back and forth.

"I guess so, it seems secure" Sam grins, looking around.

"But don't you relise that people have been here recently, they could return" Annie worridly mentions

"Just for the night, If they come back we'll leave"

Drake wraps his arm around Annie, giving her a reassuring squeeze, she sighs as she sits on the seat at the counter.

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'' "Come on guys" She whispers, opening the ajar door and entering the creamy yellow house. Looking around the kitchen, she takes a box from under the sink and grins at the two men who had followed her into the house.

"John, Carlos, collect some food, I'll go and see if we have any guns left, Daddy might of taken them all"

"Right" John replies, Picking up a tin of canned food and sitting it in the box.

She walks through the door, peeking at the small pistols and gernades sitting on the large table. She grabs a few and sitting them in her holster.

She lifts her head as a crashing sound is heard from outside and a large truck pulls into the drive way, she ducks down as she grabs a few guns and quickly making her to the kitchen

"We need to go" She whispers, throwing a few guns at both the men with ammo in a small black bag.

They run outside before Carlos is hit with the back of a pump shotgun, the male smiles in glee as he falls to the ground.

"Darryn!" Mel shudders, running up and smacking the shotgun from his hand

"Excuse me!" The man growls, holding the gun tightly to his chest.

"Maybe these people can help" She whispers into his ear.

"What you got?" Darryn asks, lowering his shotgun to the point where if firing he would hit their waists. "Uhm, Two woman back at our safehouse, thats all, food and stuff...You guys?" John replies, keeping his voice steady. Not wanting everyone to see he was scared, especially -

"I'm Darryn, this is Mel, we got a truck, thats about it, running low on gas"

"Cool" ''

"You see this" Mel grins, lifting her ponytail up to reveal a small bruised mark on the back of her neck.

"Is that infected?" Abreham asks, running his pinky finger over it.

"No, silly, Flake did it to me, that - "

"Garguarl" Chloe lets out, rolling onto her back and kicking her legs against the crib  bars. Mel rolls her eyes as Abreham fixes himself up in the bed,

"I miss the good old days, when you could lie in a hot bath with a glass of.... whatever"

"Me too"

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"What the hell was that?" Flake asks, pulling Anderson out from under the pier, checking for scratches.

"We don't know, we just got surrounded or something, they took our car, too!" Patrick says, crossing his arms and leaning against the large pole.

"Well, you're going to have to walk" Flake grins, trotting up the sand and onto the pier.

"Atleast we can go scavange, That horse is...Well...Strong" Glenn asks, quickly catching up with Flake and standing infront of the horse, holding its reins.

"Dude, are you cra-"

"And also, we are situated a little bit close to the bay, if we take a boat, we only have a few miles to walk to the back of the camp, its faster and safer than us walking"

"So, what? We just abandon the horse?"

"No, what I'm saying is we take a boat, there was quite a few, and we load up on some supplies while we are at it! You can take anderson, We'll be fine in the water"

"Thats not going to happen"

"Trust me!"

Glenn kicks up sand before walking back to the boat house. Flake sighs as he trots down to the boat house. "I got an idea!"

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Mel rummaged through the baby bag, pulling out a diaper and picking up Lacey and laying her on the table, ripping off the dirty diaper slowly and placing it in a small black bag, which was then tied up and thrown to the side by Abreham.

"Why the hell am I doing this?" Abreham asks, laughing as he wipes his hands. "The smell of poop and piss makes me feel queezy"

Mel ignored him, putting on the clean diaper and propping her into the play pen. Lacey bounced about a little before settling down in the corner, sitting still and closing her eyes. Going into a sleep.

"Isn't she adorable?"

"She must be exausted she-"

Before Abreham could finish a bleeping sound was heard, his walkie talkie buzzed against his waist. He picks it up and read the screen, pressing down on a button. Heavy breathing came through the 'phone'

"Hello?" The voice murmers.

"WHo is this?" Abreham demands, "I can't hear you properly"

The 'phone' goes silent.

"Sally?" The last words come through before he is cut off, a crackling sound and then silence. "What was that?" Abreham stutters. Placing the walkie-talkie down before turnign to face Mel.

"Sounded like somebody in need, try and get them back!"

Annie lies ontop of a matress, lying beside her is Sasha and Drake, both at either side. She stares up at the ceiling. The window above her lets in the glow of the night stars but also the noises that remain. Such as the undead moans. She carefully gets up. She knows that Sam is on night watch.

She carefully creeps through from the back room and out into the front of the gas station. Sam sat on the counter, leaning against the cash register. Shining his torth on a book he had found inside.

Unnoticed, Annie walks upto the table sitting at the far end of the room, pulling at the chair, it makes a small squeek and Sam jumps, shining his torch and pulling out his gun. Pulling back the trigger.

Annie grins, "I told you to reload that yesterday"

"I could of killed you" Sam moans, throwing the gun onto the pillow beside him

"Heh, you couldn't hit a elephant"

Annie walks over, pulling the chair with her as she sits at the counter. They sit in silence for a few minutes.

"Do you miss them?" Sam asks, twirling the torh in his hand.

"Who?"

"...Drake...Flake...Molly.."

"Stop" Annie says sadly, as she stands up, angrily she storms back to bed.

Sam grins, lying back and pulling out a pack of cigirettes, putting one to his mouth. Before he has time to light it, he notices two cars drive past at speed. He shrugs it off. Lying back into a comfterable position and reading his book once again.