“You're sure they're gone?” Indie asked, from the kitchen table.
Lyric tapped the radio clipped to her pants. “As far as I can tell. All I can say for certain is no radio chatter.”
Indie nodded, looking much older than her seventeen years. “I think we need some sleep, but should have at least two people on watch one out front and one watching the back. I don't trust these guys and there is still the zombies to worry about.”
Ira spoke up, “I'll take the front.”
Earl raised his hand. “I'm still pretty amped I'll watch the back.”
“Ok, then I suggest the rest of us get some sleep.”
Lyric felt a tug on her hand and turned to Marcus who stood behind her. He inclined his head down the hall and she followed him into a small office. Pulling her inside he shut the door behind them, as soon as it clicked shut he wrapped his arms around her. Holding her tight against him, Lyric buried her face in his chest taking comfort in his embrace.
“This is crazy.” He murmured against the top of her head. “Killing those creatures is one thing, having to fight people like us is something else.”
Lyric nodded her agreement but stayed silent, she didn't want to talk about it. Tipping her head up she found his lips with her's and kissed him hard. Wrapping her arms around his neck she hung on, until her lungs screamed for air and then she eased away. He grinned down at her.
“Come on let's get some sleep, or it's going to be a long day.” She pulled out of his arms and headed for the door. “Do you think that couch will fit two?”
His grin widened, “We'll make it work.”
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