Despite the attitude of his partner, Peter was leaving a defenceless woman to the dead or at least a slow lingering death by starvation. His foot hovered by the accelerator, ready to press it. He hesitated and the back door swung open. Instead of Peter climbing in to escape, he just threw his bag in.
“Can someone help me? We can’t stay here and she knows it, she is just stubborn.” Peter looked at them beseechingly
“Stubborn? That’s an understatement,” Kurt replied. “Peter, she has to quiet down or we will leave you both behind, I won’t have my family put at risk. Sarah, jump in the driver’s seat, we will be right back.”
“Are you sure we have time, they are coming!” Sarah shouted the urgency. The large group of shamblers were only a minute away at most.
“I don’t know, but I can’t leave her to die,” Kurt yelled as he and Peter rushed back to the house.
“Debs, please come with us, we can’t stay here,” Peter pleaded with her, but she had crossed her arms in a gesture of defiance.
“You didn’t care about me when you jumped out of the window a minute ago, why start now?” she said, sounding like a sulking child.
“I came back for you, didn’t I?” He knew their time was up, the corpses were nearly on them and Kurt had run out of patience.
“Get your fucking ass out of that window or stay here! My family are waiting and if you think I will risk them getting hurt for a pompous, jumped up bitch like you, then you are mistaken!” Kurt started to walk away. Peter grabbed him by the shoulder.
“Please wait, look,” he said to Kurt. Debbie was coming, carefully sitting on the windowsill and preparing to jump. They didn’t have time to get her turned around so that she could lower herself before leaping, at that height she would break a leg.
“ Wait !” Kurt shouted and ran forward with Peter, holding their arms out to try and break her fall. “Ok, now!” Debbie landed with less than athletic grace and her skirt rode up on their arms which drew a glare of disapproval. The putrid monstrosities that reached for them focused her attention and they ran to the waiting vehicles, climbing through the open doors. Sarah pulled away and picked up speed, driving out of the estate that had been their home for thirteen years. Honey jumped down from the passenger seat to give them a warm welcome, licking all three.
“Get away from me you disgusting animal!” Debbie pushed her away forcefully.
“Don’t you touch her, don’t you hurt her.” Paige had grabbed Debbie and screamed in her face.
“Get off you psycho! Peter, aren’t you going to help me?” She was cowering at the verbal assault, unused to being the victim. Peter was making a fuss of the dog who appreciated the friendly contact and it was Gloria that gently pulled Paige back.
“It’s ok sweetheart, no harm was done, look.” Gloria indicated Honey who was frantically licking the laughing face of their new companion.
“Oh my God, she is crazy! She attacked me!” Debbie was babbling.
“She thought you hurt her dog, that’s all,” Gloria tried to explain but Debbie was now furious with Peter, who was still fussing over the yellow furred licking machine.
“Peter, are you going to let her do that? What a poor excuse for a man,” Debbie belittled him.
“He’s kept you alive, I’d say Peter was a hero,” Kurt tried to support him.
“You shouldn’t have touched her dog, she was only trying to say hello,” Peter said, not even looking at her which made her even angrier, but one glare from Kurt was enough. He would happily stop and drop her out of the van. Her volatile attitude was bound to be a problem and he leaned in close to whisper his threat.
“If you don’t be quiet, you will be left by the side of the road, do you understand me?” Kurt met her poisonous gaze and she broke contact first. Satisfied he had made his point, he held out his hand to Peter who shook it and smiled warmly.
“Nice to meet