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'So you're the closest thing they had to a cure,' I murmured. 'And now that's all gone.'
'Maybe if we get somewhere where they're trying to find a cure, where they're working on the disease...' Cancer trailed off. I understood why. Even if we did manage to find somewhere where they were working on the virus, then what? That alone was going to be like looking for a needle in a haystack and how could we guarantee they were gonna be the right sort of people? Cancer said himself they didn't know what they were dealing with and the government was lying to the public. Everyone was in a blind panic, nothing was organized.
I still couldn't believe any of this was happening. Zombies just didn't exist. They belonged in fiction and in nightmares, not in real life. It was one thing watching them in a film, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins as the characters fought for survival, feeling their fear, but it was another thing entirely to physically live it.
A heavy thud at the door broke the silence.
'What was that?' I whispered.
'I dunno,' Cancer replied. 'There's no way they can get in though, everywhere's boarded up. Just keep quiet.'
I did as I was told and we both waited, wondering if whoever was on the other side of the door would go away. They didn't though; another thud, louder this time, resonated throughout the room and made us both jump. Cancer started packing the stuff back into his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
'Kid we may need to make a quick getaway.'
'Why? You said we were safe.'
'We're safe against one of them but I think we may have more company.' He crossed the room over to the front door and peered through the peekhole. His grim expression said it all. 'Just as I thought.'
I followed him to see what he was on about and pressed against the door, looking through the circular glass. At first I couldn't see anything, but then something shuffled into view. It came too close and I leaned back automatically. An eyeball, grey and bloodshot stared back through the glass at me. As it shifted, I saw several other figures milling about behind it. Some of them had come up the house but others were just standing there, as though they were unsure of what they were meant to be doing.
'They don't know anyone is in here, let's just stay here and be quiet.'
Cancer looked as though he wanted to keep moving but he must have known there was more of a chance of us getting killed out there than in here. He dropped the bag back down onto the floor and went through into the kitchen. Despite the fact that I was still angry at him, my stomach was completely empty and it was growling loudly.
There were some eggs on the counter and a loaf of bread by a microwave.
'You want some breakfast?' I asked.
Cancer just looked at me, probably a little surprised that I was offering to cook for him moments after I had tried to fight him. Being angry was hard work though and for now I just wanted to get some food in me.
Scrambled eggs it is.
We ignored the thudding at the door and ate in silence. The food was warm and filled me nicely.
'I'm sorry,' I muttered through a mouthful of toast. 'Sorry I went for you earlier. I was just angry and needed somebody to blame.'
I don't know why I had swallowed up my pride and apologized. Maybe it was because what's done was done and having this unspoken grudge was going to make surviving a whole lot harder. Right now I just needed to focus on getting through each day as it came, dealing with the grief that would accompany it and the question of why I was still alive and my parents weren't. It was going to be hard, there was no doubt about it, but life isn't meant to be easy. It had certainly gotten a whole lot worse recently as well and who knew how long this virus thing was going to last for? Cancer had said there wasn't a cure but I refused to believe that. Someone out there must know what was going on and how to go about fixing it.
They had to.