The Dying Butterfly by D.L Fletcher

Author:D.L Fletcher
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: undead, love, romance, zombie, Apocalypse, disease, survival, true love, alone, Virus, Zombie virus, Love and zombies, Dying, The dying, Butterfly, Society, Death of society, Walking dead, Rage virus, Zombies, New zobie books, New books about zombies, Society falls, Starting over
Publisher: D.L Fletcher
Published: 2016-12-07T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Since the town I chose was the furthest of the three we frequented, the plan was to leave shortly after dinner the next day. That would ensure we arrived around lunch on the day we were to meet Tony.

From the moment I set the plan in motion time ticked by at a snail's crawl. It was so slow moving it almost hurt. I had planned to sleep in so I wouldn't feel at least a few of the hours pass, but Maxine wouldn't let me. Her whining and pawing at me told me she was near desperate to go out. That or she simply was becoming too spoiled with our routine. “I'm going to have to switch things up” I thought to myself.

With a huff I threw off my covers "You aren't going to let me sleep at all are you?" I groaned.

Maxine moved in giving my face a lick. Yes I was still sleeping on the floor with her. As soon as things settled I planned on figuring out how to get her up to the loft with me; Even if it meant installing a basket elevator.

Once Maxine and I were outside I noticed that the safe house project was under way.

Before the safe houses if you were outside the walls and the Deranged ventured near there was little time to scramble to safety. If there were to be a herd of sorts our odds of surviving was even bleaker. We had lost a few to the virus after being attacked. Without a safe house you had to scramble up a tree, or behind a rock where you crouched down and prayed they didn't find you. Nobody ever played a game of hide 'n seek like the ones we play now. The risks were a great incentive to be quick and stealthy, hide well, and be silent. Sometimes the seeker -the Deranged- just wasn't fair. They didn't give you warning that the game was on - Hence the scramble. With no warning that usually guaranteed they saw you dive behind that rock, or climb up that weak tree. Them seeing where you hid was almost surely a checkmate situation right there.

Mr. Clay wanted the safe houses for the purpose of just that...safety. They were meant to provide anyone outside the wall a strong safe structure to run into. To give them strength they were going to be built with steel, wood, and screws. Mr. Clay envisioned safe houses everywhere. Eventually there would be so many that there would be no reason for everyone to hide inside the walls. They would not only provide many people, up to thirty a place to run into saving you from struggling to climb a tree, but save you from the panic of finding a hiding spot all together. You would just need to run to the closest house.

In an effort to busy myself so that time would pass quickly for me I walked up to the group starting the construction. I was

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