Page 79 of Night of the Living Manny
“I will, but you’ll be able to tell her yourself soon.” He kissed the top of her head. “I need everyone to listen and to help now, though, okay? Now we know the sick things are close.”
“Are you going to keep them out?” Britt stared at him. “Are you going to keep them away?”
“I am. I swear. Sandwiches, okay?”
When she dried her eyes on her sleeve and nodded, Brenden moved to all the doors and windows, checking their security. What the hell was with the alarms? He moved to the setup there next.
The fucking breaker had flipped. God damn it. He armed everything again and made himself a note to keep checking. He also needed to check the generator.
When he came back to the main cabin, Peter handed him Susanna’s phone. He found the emails from Liam and sent an urgent reply.Susanna infected. Need help. Where do we meet you?
Then he slipped her phone into his pocket and checked all the windows again before getting their evening fire started. He would skip it, but they needed it—the warmth and the light tonight.
“Okay. Let me take these down to Susanna, okay?” He grabbed sandwiches and water. “Back in two shakes.” He still had to worry about that body too.
“She’ll need lots of blankets down there, Brenden. Should I bring them?” Peter asked.
“Leave them up here at the door. I mean it.”
“I hear you. God.”
Brenden’s head was going to explode. “Guys, this is really important. I can’t do this without you. I need you to stay out of the basement.”
“I promise, Brenden. For reals. I’m not going to be a butt.”
“Me too,” Britt added. “No butts.”
“Thank you.” He leveled a stare at Moose. “Be good.” Check on Susanna, check the generator….
“Do you want a cup of coffee?” Peter asked. “That always helped Dad.”
“I do. Can you do that? And maybe some juice for Britt?” Brittany was looking shocky.
“You got it.” Peter’s face was all determination. “What do you want in it?”
“Sugar. Two big spoonsful.”
“I’ll get it.”
“Thanks, kiddo.” Brenden made his way down the basement stairs cautiously.
He could hear Susanna moaning softly, taking hitching breaths. Poor baby. He set the water and sandwiches aside, making sure his hands were free.
How soon should he give her another shot? Should he give her another one?
Brenden pulled out her phone to see if Liam had answered him, jumping when Susanna screamed. “We need you, Liam. We need you bad. Where are you?”
LIAMstared at the three people who’d had the antidote, two patients responding, one either too far gone or simply resistant.
Two out of three didn’t suck.
“Looks good,” he told the soldier that was standing guard. “I’ll be in the lab if you need me.”
“Yessir.” The kid still had pimples, for God’s sake.
He slipped into the lab and started replicating the serum before heading to the computer to send another email home.
When he looked, he sawSusanna infected. Need help. Where do we meet you?
