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He turned to Jane. She wasn't looking at the bodies. Her back was toward them and her focus was on the school. Now that they were done, it didn't look like she wanted anything to do with them.
Adam reached out to touch her shoulder. She jumped at his touch. He was happy that she wasn't holding the gun in her hands, sure that she would have blown him away.
"You all right?" he asked.
Jane composed herself, took a deep breath, then talked, "I'm sorry. I'm just a little on edge. You surprised me, that's all." She began walking away.
Adam knew there had to be more to it than that and almost reached out to stop her. He thought better of it. "Wait," he said. "That's not what I meant. I was asking if there was something wrong, if there was something you wanted to talk about."
Jane looked at him, a slight smile on her lips. That smile, however, didn't reach her eyes. She looked hurt, scared.
"I'm okay," she said. "Honest."
She wasn't being honest. He knew that . Sh e knew that.
He shook his head and gave her a disapproving look, but she didn't notice. She had already turned around and was walking quickly back to the school.
He'd have to talk to Charles about her. Surely the old man would know what was wrong with Jane. And he'd have to do it soon.
Adam watched her go.
After a moment, he turned to look once more at the children's corpses. Lying there in a pile . Like garbag e .
N o , Adam couldn't let himself think that way . They were dead, sure. But they had also once had lives. They had had families.
He thought about his own family. More than once he had wondered what had happened to them . It was likely that they had changed. And if they hadn't, there was a good possibility that they had been killed by those who had . Either way, it didn't look good.
Stop it ! he told himself . It didn't help to think about these thing s .
He saw Jane, farther away now, and ran to catch up with her.
Chapter 9
Jane felt sick. Though she often did nowadays. Fear did that to her. And everywhere she went she was expecting her husband and daughter to pop out at her.
She knew that she was being silly. They were dead. They weren't coming back to haunt her. It was her imagination. But it was a strong imagination. And the images scared her.
She continued to walk quickly. She didn't want to be near those bodies anymore. It had been hard enough getting them out of the school. Every time she picked one up she expected it to lift its head and start talking to her. Or maybe just wink at her like the one upstairs. To her relief, it never happened.
Of course, it never happened. Those things can't happen. They're just her imagination!
She had left Adam back at the corpses. She knew that she had been somewhat rude to him. And that wasn't okay. Adam was a good guy. He was only trying to help. But Jane couldn't reach out to him. Not yet. She needed more time. She needed to see if she could do this on her own.
Just a little bit longe r , she thought.
Besides, what would she say? That she was being haunted? That she was losing her mind?
Maybe Adam would understand. Then again, maybe he wouldn't. He might tell the others that she wasn't safe to keep around. That they should kick her out of their group. That she should fend for herself.
Of course, Charles would never allow that. Even little Robert would fight for her to sta y .
But it was something that played on her mind, and she didn't want to risk it.
No, she was sure that she could get a handle on things. If she couldn't, then she'd talk to him. Only then.
What would he be able to do anyway ? she asked herself . He wasn't trained to deal with this type of thing. None of them were.
Still , it might just be nice to talk to him about it. Get it out there.
She continued to walk, her eyes focused on the school. She had to get there as quick as possible.
However, as she neared it, that desire quickly changed.
Her eyes glanced up at one of the school's second floor windows and she saw
He turned to Jane. She wasn't looking at the bodies. Her back was toward them and her focus was on the school. Now that they were done, it didn't look like she wanted anything to do with them.
Adam reached out to touch her shoulder. She jumped at his touch. He was happy that she wasn't holding the gun in her hands, sure that she would have blown him away.
"You all right?" he asked.
Jane composed herself, took a deep breath, then talked, "I'm sorry. I'm just a little on edge. You surprised me, that's all." She began walking away.
Adam knew there had to be more to it than that and almost reached out to stop her. He thought better of it. "Wait," he said. "That's not what I meant. I was asking if there was something wrong, if there was something you wanted to talk about."
Jane looked at him, a slight smile on her lips. That smile, however, didn't reach her eyes. She looked hurt, scared.
"I'm okay," she said. "Honest."
She wasn't being honest. He knew that . Sh e knew that.
He shook his head and gave her a disapproving look, but she didn't notice. She had already turned around and was walking quickly back to the school.
He'd have to talk to Charles about her. Surely the old man would know what was wrong with Jane. And he'd have to do it soon.
Adam watched her go.
After a moment, he turned to look once more at the children's corpses. Lying there in a pile . Like garbag e .
N o , Adam couldn't let himself think that way . They were dead, sure. But they had also once had lives. They had had families.
He thought about his own family. More than once he had wondered what had happened to them . It was likely that they had changed. And if they hadn't, there was a good possibility that they had been killed by those who had . Either way, it didn't look good.
Stop it ! he told himself . It didn't help to think about these thing s .
He saw Jane, farther away now, and ran to catch up with her.
Chapter 9
Jane felt sick. Though she often did nowadays. Fear did that to her. And everywhere she went she was expecting her husband and daughter to pop out at her.
She knew that she was being silly. They were dead. They weren't coming back to haunt her. It was her imagination. But it was a strong imagination. And the images scared her.
She continued to walk quickly. She didn't want to be near those bodies anymore. It had been hard enough getting them out of the school. Every time she picked one up she expected it to lift its head and start talking to her. Or maybe just wink at her like the one upstairs. To her relief, it never happened.
Of course, it never happened. Those things can't happen. They're just her imagination!
She had left Adam back at the corpses. She knew that she had been somewhat rude to him. And that wasn't okay. Adam was a good guy. He was only trying to help. But Jane couldn't reach out to him. Not yet. She needed more time. She needed to see if she could do this on her own.
Just a little bit longe r , she thought.
Besides, what would she say? That she was being haunted? That she was losing her mind?
Maybe Adam would understand. Then again, maybe he wouldn't. He might tell the others that she wasn't safe to keep around. That they should kick her out of their group. That she should fend for herself.
Of course, Charles would never allow that. Even little Robert would fight for her to sta y .
But it was something that played on her mind, and she didn't want to risk it.
No, she was sure that she could get a handle on things. If she couldn't, then she'd talk to him. Only then.
What would he be able to do anyway ? she asked herself . He wasn't trained to deal with this type of thing. None of them were.
Still , it might just be nice to talk to him about it. Get it out there.
She continued to walk, her eyes focused on the school. She had to get there as quick as possible.
However, as she neared it, that desire quickly changed.
Her eyes glanced up at one of the school's second floor windows and she saw
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