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nervous as she had been.
"I told you there was nothing to worry about," Scooter said, smiling back.
"You found a lot."
"There's a bit more left, but we thought we'd come back to get it later."
Julie's eyes faltered for a moment. Even though she was feeling a bit more comfortable, she didn't like the idea of coming back up.
"There are a couple of mattresses upstairs too that we want to get," John added.
"Mattresses?"
"To sleep on. They were my children's. Kept them upstairs for whenever they came to visit. Though I guess none of that's important…" His voice drifted off and he thought about his kids.
"Come on," Scooter said. "Let's get these downstairs and we'll come back up to get everything else."
Julie stood away from the door and motioned for Scooter and John to go down first. With their hands full, it only made sense for her to be the one to close it behind them.
Scooter got to the top step. John followed close behind. But before either of them were able to get any further, they heard a noise.
They all paused and turned toward the front door.
"Did you hear that?" Julie asked.
"Of course we heard that."
"It sounded like…"
Knock, knock, knock.
Julie jumped at the sound and grabbed hold of the basement door. "We should go downstairs," she said.
"I think we should check who's out there," Scooter argued.
"Check who's out there?" Julie shook her head rapidly back and forth. Fear had crept back into her voice. "That's not a good idea. We don't know who it is! It could be one o f the m ."
"They don't knock," Scooter told her. "It isn't one of them."
"Then who could it be?"
Scooter placed his food onto the ground. "That's why I want to go see."
John put his things down beside it. The old man as curious as Scooter to see who was out there. "It has to be someone like us," he said. "Another survivor."
“I don’t know,” Julie continued.
“It’ll be fine,” Scooter said. “Stay here and guard the door.”
“Guard the door?”
Scooter wished he hadn’t used that choice of words. “Just stay here and don’t worry,” he tried again.
Julie bit her lip and didn’t say any more about it. She watched as Scooter and John walked down the hallway.
Knock, knock, knock.
When they got to the front door, Scooter turned to the old man. "You open the door," he said. "I'll stand here." He raised his axe up over his shoulder.
John grabbed hold of the front door. His fingers trembled against the lock. He didn't think that it was one o f the m , but that didn't mean that it was safe. It didn't mean that the person out there wasn't going to cause them harm.
He looked back at Scooter. "At the count of three," John whispered. Then he began to count.
One…
Two…
Thre e .
He unlocked the door and swung it open.
Chapter 9
Standing in front of him was a woman. She was dressed in a bright yellow shirt. A purse was pulled up over her shoulder. A pair of sunglasses held her hair back. There was a dog beside her.
She smiled as soon as she saw him. But once she noticed Scooter, she took a step back and reached into her purse. The dog began to growl.
"It's okay!" John said quickly. "No one is going to hurt you." He raised his hands to show her that she could trust him. He glanced at Scooter, hoping that the young man would put down his axe.
The woman glanced back and forth between both men. She had stopped moving away, but kept her hand in her purse.
"We're not going to hurt you," John repeated. "We had to be careful. That’s all. We didn't know who you were." He still didn't know who she was, but she didn't look like a threat.
The woman took her hand out of her purse. "I thought that you were going to kill me with that thing."
Scooter lowered his axe.
"We had to be careful," John repeated.
The woman continued to look between the old and young man, but she no longer looked worried. "I understand," she said. "May I come in?"
John grabbed her by the arm and led her inside. The dog followed. "Of course, of
"I told you there was nothing to worry about," Scooter said, smiling back.
"You found a lot."
"There's a bit more left, but we thought we'd come back to get it later."
Julie's eyes faltered for a moment. Even though she was feeling a bit more comfortable, she didn't like the idea of coming back up.
"There are a couple of mattresses upstairs too that we want to get," John added.
"Mattresses?"
"To sleep on. They were my children's. Kept them upstairs for whenever they came to visit. Though I guess none of that's important…" His voice drifted off and he thought about his kids.
"Come on," Scooter said. "Let's get these downstairs and we'll come back up to get everything else."
Julie stood away from the door and motioned for Scooter and John to go down first. With their hands full, it only made sense for her to be the one to close it behind them.
Scooter got to the top step. John followed close behind. But before either of them were able to get any further, they heard a noise.
They all paused and turned toward the front door.
"Did you hear that?" Julie asked.
"Of course we heard that."
"It sounded like…"
Knock, knock, knock.
Julie jumped at the sound and grabbed hold of the basement door. "We should go downstairs," she said.
"I think we should check who's out there," Scooter argued.
"Check who's out there?" Julie shook her head rapidly back and forth. Fear had crept back into her voice. "That's not a good idea. We don't know who it is! It could be one o f the m ."
"They don't knock," Scooter told her. "It isn't one of them."
"Then who could it be?"
Scooter placed his food onto the ground. "That's why I want to go see."
John put his things down beside it. The old man as curious as Scooter to see who was out there. "It has to be someone like us," he said. "Another survivor."
“I don’t know,” Julie continued.
“It’ll be fine,” Scooter said. “Stay here and guard the door.”
“Guard the door?”
Scooter wished he hadn’t used that choice of words. “Just stay here and don’t worry,” he tried again.
Julie bit her lip and didn’t say any more about it. She watched as Scooter and John walked down the hallway.
Knock, knock, knock.
When they got to the front door, Scooter turned to the old man. "You open the door," he said. "I'll stand here." He raised his axe up over his shoulder.
John grabbed hold of the front door. His fingers trembled against the lock. He didn't think that it was one o f the m , but that didn't mean that it was safe. It didn't mean that the person out there wasn't going to cause them harm.
He looked back at Scooter. "At the count of three," John whispered. Then he began to count.
One…
Two…
Thre e .
He unlocked the door and swung it open.
Chapter 9
Standing in front of him was a woman. She was dressed in a bright yellow shirt. A purse was pulled up over her shoulder. A pair of sunglasses held her hair back. There was a dog beside her.
She smiled as soon as she saw him. But once she noticed Scooter, she took a step back and reached into her purse. The dog began to growl.
"It's okay!" John said quickly. "No one is going to hurt you." He raised his hands to show her that she could trust him. He glanced at Scooter, hoping that the young man would put down his axe.
The woman glanced back and forth between both men. She had stopped moving away, but kept her hand in her purse.
"We're not going to hurt you," John repeated. "We had to be careful. That’s all. We didn't know who you were." He still didn't know who she was, but she didn't look like a threat.
The woman took her hand out of her purse. "I thought that you were going to kill me with that thing."
Scooter lowered his axe.
"We had to be careful," John repeated.
The woman continued to look between the old and young man, but she no longer looked worried. "I understand," she said. "May I come in?"
John grabbed her by the arm and led her inside. The dog followed. "Of course, of
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