"I need you to keep talking, okay? I'm here to help!"
It took Josie a minute or two to comprehend what she just heard. A male's voice. At first, she thought it was Mark, but as she looked at him, she knew he was gone. The voice was older than her kids, but younger than hers. How she heard anything at all, beyond all that moaning coming from the deck of the ship, was a miracle in itself. But, it was there nonetheless. And it was coming from behind her.
She looked over her shoulder. Her eyes were a mixture of sadness and anger. Who she saw was this guy whom looked to be in his late teens to early twenties. He was speaking to her through the half open window.
"Are you hurt?" He asked.
She stared at him. She wondered if he was the one who crashed into them. She turned away from him.
"Hey! Lady?" He yelled. "We're here to help you. In case you haven't noticed, there are zombies here and you're on the menu."
Zombies? Was this kid serious? That was something out of fiction.....wasn't it?
"Damn!" He said. "The window won't open. I ain't got time for this shit. Watch your eyes."
She heard him break through the glass and a second later he was standing beside her with some kind of pick in his hand.
"Shit," she heard him whisper.
"You caused this."
"What are you talking about?"
She looked up at him.
"When you crashed into us," she said.
He looked away. Not because it was partially true, but because the zombies were trying to bust down the door to the bridge.
She saw it too.
"My husband locked it before he.....," she trailed off.
"Come on." He went towards the broken window. "Fuck!" He yelled. "This day just keeps getting better and better."
He grabbed Josie by the arm, but she didn't budge. She decided to stay and let what happens happen.
"Come.....on." He let out one last grunt before he gave up.
She heard him sigh and from the corner of her eye, watched, as he sat down cross-legged next to her.
She stared at him in disbelief.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I have nothing better to do." He pointed to the door. "Zombies over there." He threw a thumb over his shoulder. "Our only way out is separating from this ship. How do you think I was able to jump aboard. We were close enough." He paused. "Now? I'm not so sure."
Josie shoved him.
"You need to go. I choose to stay here with my husband. This has nothing to do with you."
"Maybe not. But, I was hoping to be someone's knight in shining armor."
She smiled in spite of herself.
"What's your name kid?"
"Dre," he said.
She nodded to herself. I can't let this kid die here with me, she thought. She gave Mark one last look, bent down and kissed him on the lips.
"I'm so sorry baby," she said softly. "But, I need to go now."
Josie stood up and extended her hand down to Dre. He took it and stood.
"My name is Josephine," she said. "Josie for short."
"Nice to meet you," Dre said. "Now, if you don't mind, your chariot awaits."
All of the sudden, there was a loud crash and the door burst open. The things that Dre called zombies were falling all over themselves trying to get to them.
"Go!" He yelled.
Dre helped Josie through the window, but before she could help him through, one of those things grabbed his leg. It's mouth looked to be drooling at the sight of fresh meat.
"I'm trying but....." She looked at his waist. There was the pick. Dangling. She grabbed it and with a swift blow, came down on the thing's head. And then it disappeared. Or rather turned to dust. She stared at what was left of it.
"How is that possible?" She asked, breathing heavy and from relative safety.
"Fucker almost to a chunk out of me. Thanks for saving me. I'm really attached to that foot. Come on. We'll explain everything once we're safe. We just have one more thing to do first." He looked at the growing gap between the two ships.
"You have a strange sense of humor," Josie said.
"So I've been told." He smiled. "Ready?"
"No," she said, in mid flight.