Red Eye | Season 1 | Episode 4 by Riley Claire C. & Constant Eli

Author:Riley, Claire C. & Constant, Eli [Riley, Claire C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Published: 2019-12-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter five.

Sam

Rose and I were sharing the smallest room, but there were bunk beds and we were the only two people comfortable sharing such close quarters. It was Karla’s nephew’s room, or at least I assumed by the red and blue décor, celebrating both Marvel and D.C. and every other comic book Super I could imagine. Rose had hopped on the top bunk immediately, stretching her shorter frame across the twin mattress with its rocket sheets and Spiderman comforter. She’d linked her fingers behind her head, lying down against the pillow and sighing.

“A proper bed’s the ticket,” she said nonchalantly, but I could tell she was forcing her voice to stay even. I wondered what she was thinking about. Her own bed, maybe? Her own room on the other side of the world?

“I haven’t slept on a twin bed since I was eleven.” I sat down on the lower bunk, grateful the jeans were the kind with stretch. I was sitting on Iron Man’s face. I’d readily admit to that being a fantasy. Hello, Robert Downey Jr.

“My room at home’s not much bigger than this.” Rose turned over on her side, propping herself up on one elbow. “I liked it though. It’s cozy. Pale yellow, and my mum painted little butterflies everywhere. I love butterflies. I’ve got them everywhere—my duvet, pillows, bookcases. Flipping heck, that makes me sound about two years old, doesn’t it?” she laughed with a small shake of her head.

“No. Butterflies aren’t reserved for toddlers.” I smiled up at her, then patted the bed to feel its firmness and scooted a little further back on the mattress.

“They are,” she said with another shake of her head and a melancholy look.

“You know what my thing is?” I pulled my sock-clad feet up on the bed and crossed my legs, no longer able to crane my neck to see her—too close to the wall now.

“What?” she said, leaning over the edge of the bunk to look down at me, her hair waterfalling over the metal rails, a mess of tangles and blood spatter. We didn’t just need changes of clothes, we needed showers. Stupid water going off.

“Warthogs.”

Rose stifled a giggle.

“Hey, you promised not to laugh,” I protested.

“No I didn’t. Good job, too, because that’s ridiculous.” She snorted a bit, in a cute, enamoring way. I didn’t think she had that in her. She was more the tough one, more: stick to it and get it done, no matter the cost. At least that was how it had felt since I’d met her.

“It’s not!” I grabbed one of the pillows off my bunk and hit at her head, which she quickly pulled back to safety.

“Seriously though.” Rose’s head popped back into view. “Why in the world?”

I shrugged. “The Lion King. It was mine and Dad’s favorite movie. He’d pretend to be Timon. I’d pretend to be Pumbaa. We’d sing about being upwind and eating bugs, and one time he actually made me try this chocolate with roasted ants on top. I drew the line at worms and grubs though.

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