Last Man Standing: Chapter 11

XI

Rachel Hughes

In Which Eavesdropping Occurs

I sat on the ground, bored as hell while the others looked around this Leo dude's (who had said his last name was Valcin, or Valdez, or something like that) lair. Malcolm, who stood a few feet away, also looked bored and annoyed. I could easily understand that, seeing as the car ride had been so horrible and we'd come here just for some psycho zombie-attack-survivor used-to-be-son-of-Hephastaus. And I knew Malcolm had been pissed off at that car ride, because it took a lot to make him mad (or, at least, used to take a lot).

I looked around, wondering if there was something I could do. Outside, there were only a few abandoned buildings, some trees, and-wait.

I squinted at the building, sure I had seen something move. I got up, sword ready, and walked a few steps closer to the trees.

"Rachel?" Malcolm said from behind me. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Shut up!" I hissed. "There's someone out there..."

I could hear faint footsteps, and the sound of talking, but it was to quiet to understand what they were saying.I walked closer to the sound, and I could hear Malcolm walk up behind me.

I bit my lip, trying to hear what they were saying."...thought you said this place was interesting..." what I thought was a female voice said."

It is! Where else are there zombies?" another voice said, this time male.

"Oh, I don't know, about a million other places?"

"Oh well, lets just get this over with, I hate working with you for anything and I know you the same."

"I don't hate you-" I wasn't sure what the next word was, as they were getting farther away. I took a step closer.

"...others do, but if it weren't for the damn rules..." and it was quiet.

Malcolm and I ran to where the voices were coming from, but there was no one there. I glanced at him. "You did hear that, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah...where did they go? I mean, those were survivors!"

I shook my head. "I-I don't know...c'mon, let's get back to the others." We walked back to the warehouse in silence, when we, once again, heard voices. We stopped, and Malcolm's eyes widened. "It's Jean and Luke! And that Leo kid..."

We hid behind some old boxes and listened, but I only caught a few words. "Arm...metal......Jean.......room...."

Then they all went into a nearby room, closing the door.I narrowed my eyes. "Come on," we were about to walk up to the door, but suddenly there was a scream from inside.

Malcolm's eyes widened, and he turned to me. "Do you think..."

I grit my teeth. "If they are, I'll kill their ass."

We leaned up against the door, trying to crack the door open a little so we could see inside, when Malcolm stumbled, and the door slammed open.