The rain battered off the window, hammering down like nails, thirsty for a target. But there was none.
Not a single person in the world was out there, or so they thought. Brie's hair bobbed as she bounced into the reception and slammed the window shut. The rain continued to slap, rage dripping down the glass.
"God knows why they bother with the windows. It's dangerous and dumb." She scowled to herself and stormed back into the meeting room. The settees were worn from where the guests had been sleeping for weeks now. Melissa's experience left her scarred, but she had healed and accepted with an unexpected calmness. Adam's wounds were better too, which relieved Brie to the core. She felt somewhat happy.
Her brother wasn't going to turn into a zombie.
John had grown more and more suspicious as the days went by. He would leave occasionally, returning with more clothes and a bag full of mysterious items. Brie swore she spotted blood on him. What could he be doing?
Well, today, Brie wanted to find out. She called Adam into the room, 10 minutes before John would usually leave and told her his plan.
"I'm going to follow him." She announced, feeling her heart drop as Adam's eyebrows furrowed unapprovingly.
"Are you crazy? What if he finds out? We'll be kicked out for sure! Remember, we're GUESTS. We can't be accusing people without proof!" His voice raised and he furrowed his eyebrows in objection. Brie sighed loudly.
"I'm not accusing him yet, and I'm going to follow him for proof!" She felt herself getting angrier by the second. Why wouldn't he trust her? "I won't get caught, trust me." She begged.
Adam gave her one last look, shrugged his shoulders and left.
A moment passed and Brie growled, clenching her fists. John was tearing them apart. It was time to stop this.
She pulled on her shoes, watched from a distance and waited. As he left, she made sure she was unnoticed before she followed him silently. It had been a while since she'd left the house, so she tried not to get too distracted. The walkers weren't spotted often anymore which made her thankful and the animals were slowly returning to the area. It was much less of a worry.
John took a quick turn, making her rush forward to catch up. She spotted him crouched on the ground, his foot crushing a person's face below him. Blood gushed from their mouth and they were twitching violently, begging loudly for death. John took one look at them and pulled out a knife, ending their life before Brie could even say anything.
She froze, peeking around the brick wall in shock. Was he out here to murder people? Surely not.
He stood and walked away, but not before taking the person's clothes and shoving them in a bloody duffel bag.
He was killing and STEALING walker's clothes? Isn't that dangerous to him? What if the blood transferred?!
Brie rushed to follow him as he found more walkers, crushing their faces and ending their misery. Was this really a bad thing? He wasn't killing normal people, it was only the corrupted and dying. Should she say something? What if he killed her?
She stood, pondering before zoning back to realise he was staring right at her.
Crap.