Broken Dreams(95)

For a brief moment, she felt bad, but she needed her fix or things would get real. He was an easy target, and he was a pain in the fucking ass. And her pain? It, too, was a pain in the fucking ass so she felt it was justified.

“Hope the pearly gates are as pretty as they describe them. I will never know.” She aimed her Sig, and put a bullet in Nate’s head.

Sophie wanted it to look like he committed suicide after he was bit. She ran out and grabbed his Sig and wrapped his hand around it. She checked her watch. “Shit.” Only a couple minutes left.

She ran back into the blood bank and bolted down the hallway to the door at the back of the facility. She found the storage room, pulled a couple reusable shopping bags out of her pack, and quickly filled them with needles, vials, and bags. Once she filled the tote, she headed toward the back of the building.



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Nick stepped up to the door and tried to swing it open. It stopped about a quarter of the way. He slid through and aimed his gun to the left. He had to blink a few times in the dim lighting, and he realized there were four undeads about ten feet away, having a feast. Two of them were in scrubs and they were in a horrible state of decay. His first thought was Sophie.

As he looked around, he discovered that was where the sharp odor was coming from. There were rotting bodies everywhere. He trained his Sig on the closest undead.

“Don’t shoot yet,” Sophie whispered behind him. She startled him, and he almost came out of his skin. “They’re busy. Come.” She waved him to the right.

“We should make them true dead!” Nick tried to whisper, but he wasn’t too successful.

“Nick, I know what I’m doing.” She spoke through clenched teeth. Nick looked back at the undeads, undisturbed by their minor disagreement, and decided to do as Sophie instructed.

They stepped over half-eaten rotten bodies. The sights and smells were atrocious. Nick almost vomited when he slipped in a pool of sticky blood. It looked like a war zone. There was blackened blood and bits of rotten flesh littered all over the floor. When Sophie turned around to give Nick some direction, he furrowed his brows and noticed droplets on her face.

“Is that blood on your chin?” He reached up and wiped the thick red liquid off her chin with his thumb. She sucked in a sharp breath when he touched her. Her body was still on fire from her great ingestion.

Her eyes pulled him in. They were bright in the dim light. His eyes wandered down to her overflowing cleavage. He watched it pump up and down for a moment. She begged silently for him to touch her. His fingers started to go for the drips on her chest, but he stepped back.

“And on your chest?”

Sophie stood there, stunned. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. Then she thought of a cover story. “Ahh, yeah. I stumbled, and bit the inside of my cheek. Darn shoes.” She nervously chuckled.

He looked at her for a moment, not sure if he should believe her story. He looked down at her feet, and she was still rocking her spiked hooker heels. Then he looked back up at her and shook his head, thinking that those were probably the cause of her never seen before clumsiness.

She looked nervous, and then she held up the bags she was clutching. “Look. I found a bunch of supplies.”

“Great. Now what do we do?”

“Let’s get out of here.”

“We can’t leave them!” Without thinking or aiming, Sophie raised her Sig and took out all four undeads without even trying. They pushed through the door and ran back out front just as their watch alarms went off.

Sophie and Nick ran out the front door in haste and stumbled over one another. He helped Sophie to her feet. Again, she inhaled sharply from his touch. Nick was oblivious to her reaction because he was too busy looking around for Nate.

“Nate?” Nick yelled. “Nate? Show yourself!” No answer.

Sophie looked at him, and shook her head. “Let’s just go,” she said as she straightened her clothing.

“We can’t just leave him out here on his own!”

“Yes, we can. Let’s go.”

“No. He is a giant pain in the ass, but he’s part of our group. And we can’t just leave him. Henry said we have to stick together. He will be dinner for one of those freaks.” Sophie flinched at the word “freaks”.

“He’s far from being a part of our group! Now get in the bloody truck!” she demanded.

“No. We need to at least put forth an effort, Sophie.” She rolled her eyes and walked to the driver side of the truck and opened the door.

“Get in, or I’m leaving you, as well.”

“That’s just fucking great, Sophie! Would you do this to Elaina? Leave her for dead so you can get your claws back into Henry again?”