Donner sat beside her in the dark theater as the movie played before them. Neither was paying much attention to the movie. He leaned into her, making a smartass comment about the death taking place on the screen. Kiley knew Donner had a girlfriend, and she knew better to not fully flirt back with him. Kiley didn’t want to be one of those girls. But sometimes it was hard, especially now as he flirted hard with her.
A scary scene made them all jump, and then the gore started. Without realizing it, she grabbed his arm. He felt her warm hand close over his arm, and for a moment he had butterflies in his stomach. He had no way other than that to describe it. It couldn’t be love; he already had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who wanted nothing to do with him at times. He was frustrated, but around Kiley he felt different.
“Sorry,” she leaned in and whispered.
“It’s okay,” he whispered back, their faces kissable close. Her eyes were sparkly and opened wide with panic at that moment. He fought hard not to place his lips on her lip gloss covered ones.
She was the one who pulled away. Her heart was about to explode from her chest. She had never been so confused in her life. He gave her all the signals, but they both knew he was taken. She turned her focus back to the screen, but he didn’t.
“I miss movie theaters,” Kiley finally said. The zombies answered her back.
“Me too,” he sighed, “New movies and fast food!”
“Mmm, Taco Bell.”
“Jack in the Box,” he replied, making her nod.
They got quiet and watched the zombies paw at the trees. Their hunger moans filled the air. Both were lost inside themselves, thinking of different days.
“What happened when you, Ben, and Ted disappeared last year?”
Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. She was sure everyone had forgotten all about it. She closed her mouth and looked away.
“There was an accident,” she said.
“Did you hear something?” Ben asked Shane as he walked out to the clearing were they had chairs and small tables scattered around; their half-assed dining area when it wasn’t raining. He scanned the beach and the people sunbathing and fishing.
Shane nodded. “Sounded like an explosion.” He spotted Donner’s and Kiley’s cups. Donner’s coffee cup had a Coke symbol on it, and Kiley’s cup was almost too cute … the poor penguin had a chip out of it.
Ben looked where Shane was looking. “I wonder where those two went off to.”
“You guys see the smoke?” Charlain said, walking by them on her way to the kitchen. Shane followed her scantily dressed body, wistfully thinking about dirty things he wanted to do to her.
“I think I found where Kiley might be,” he said, nudging Shane.
Charlain snorted. “Figures. She is so weird.”
“Come on. We better go check this out,” Ben said.
“Okay,” Shane sighed. “Not like I was going to do anything special today anyway. Bye, Charlain!”
“Whatever,” she said, flipping him off.
“I love that pissed off broad,” he sighed.
“You might want to rethink that,” Ben said, shaking his head. “Come on.” They walked in the direction of the smoke.
“What aren’t you telling me?” Donner asked her.
“Nothing, Donner, we were hurt pretty bad, and it was wise to stay away from everyone in case, you know, we turned.”
“Were you infected?”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, looking down at the zombies and away from his intense gaze. “I don’t want to talk about it.” But he watched as she subconsciously rubbed her hand along her thigh.
“Fine, since I have you alone, maybe we should talk about us,” he said.
“We have had lots of time alone.”
“You know what I mean,” he said.
“So what about us do you want to talk about?”
“Should we help them?” Robert whispered as he and Gilda watched the zombies pawing at the tree.
“No. Just let them be,” she whispered back.
“But they might die.”
“At least it is no one from our camp.”
“That is not right,” he said, looking at her. “Just because Brian doesn’t like them doesn’t mean we shouldn’t help them.”
Miranda and Paul scooted in beside them. “What’s going on?”
“Shh,” Gilda said and motioned to the tree.
Miranda looked at the tree and snorted. “Oh, poor little Kiley.”
“Something crashed. Probably a boat which had deaders on it,” Gilda whispered.
“Should we help them?” Paul asked.
“I say yes,” Robert said.
“And I say no,” Gilda said matter-of-factly.
“”I agree. We shouldn’t help them,” Miranda said as she stared at Kiley and Donner in the tree. They seemed to be arguing about something. She knew that Brian wanted Kiley and her group out of the picture. Rumors had it they had almost lost their main people last year when the ocean washed up a bunch of zombies from a wrecked cruise ship. If they died now it was less people to think about.
“Donner, I just don’t know what to tell you.”
“What about the motel?”
She looked at him, his angry red face. She had once crushed hard on him. Once. It felt like so long ago. She didn’t have the heart to tell him how she really felt. Hell, they were trapped in a tree. She could smell fire over the dead, rotting zombies. Did he mean for her to feel guilty about what happened?