I understand her reasoning though. She doubts herself from the injury. She also knows that she still owes me from our meeting. She claims that we are even as she distracted them and pulled me so I didn't fall off the roof but the look in her eyes when she brings that up makes it look like she feels that I didn't just save her then but from the entire situation. Maybe it's just a damsel complex from how I dived in without thinking. Maybe she feels she wouldn't have made it this far without me. I'm damn sure I wouldn't have made it here without her. I would still be hiding around the south side houses. I wouldn't have got the courage to act upon my plans. That is why I owe her more than she owes me.
On that topic I miss the golf clubs. It's a shame we had to leave them when we got the weapons, but at least we left a few in each of the houses we stayed in just so people can have a chance themselves.
So I climb over the barrier with two weapons on me. I left my rifle upstairs as it was too bulky in such a small area. I swept the rooms. All clear but for one stuck in the downstairs toilet. A silenced bullet settled that one down. I went back to the stairs and told Sam to keep a look out for any Rani moving towards the building in case they knew I had killed that one some how. They probably didn't but you never know with the Rani.
I checked the cupboards and found a couple of stray water bottles. Best before 11-09-10. Better than nothing.
I failed to find anything truly useful so I turned the kettle on and poured that water in. When it was ready I took a few pot noodles out. Both had mushroom flavour but we needed the extra nutrients in that and not just our diet of biscuits and crackers. Enough was left over for a cup of tea, though it would be black. I took the pots up then followed again with the teas.
It was strange to eat warm food after such a long time with it though I knew we would be needing such things more and more if this cold stayed with us.
After a while Sam looked up and said "So, what do you think our chances really are?"
Struggling to eat another mouthful I washed it down with the bitterness of tea. Even though it's taste was strong I suddenly remembered how much I missed it. "Depends. Our chances of what? Making another day?"
"No, no. Our chances of finding others. Of doing this plan of yours. Of making it until new years..."
I interrupted her. "Our chances of finding others? I don't know, but I found you. Your family lived in a house until bad luck occurred. We saw the Dodge guys with that family or at least family-esque group. Of this plan? Don't ask. It's just an idea. Simply there are three potential safe areas in this situation. One is where I worked but I doubt it really is safe because of the main entrance. One is the SAS camp but that isn't going to work. There is only one left, and that is where we are going. And the year? We've made it 75 days. It's only 30 until the end of the year. I have no question that we will make it there.
We have to just keep going regardless of questions. Imagine we were the last two left in England or even Europe but there were just ten people in America or Russia. That's twelve people and that's pretty much a community. Hell a twelfth of the planet each I guess." I sipped my tea again. My answer was and is rubbish. I just know that I have to keep going. If I stop I'll give up and just die. And until there is proof that this whole this cannot be reversed. Or proof that we are the last alive I will not stop. I cannot stop because those facts mean that I have a responsibility to something. A legacy or a future for all of us...
Sam remained quiet and carried on eating. But I just showed that to Sam considering it was better than my actual words. She understands what I really meant now. She smiled honestly today, and not just due to humour but a new bit of hope of self belief. Either way tomorrow we search for more supplies in the bloodied houses of ... This village...
I hope you make another day
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