Blog of the Dead (Book 2): Life by Lisa Richardson Read Free Book Online

yesterday?’
    ‘I’m OK.’
    ‘You don’t look OK. You look sick.’
    ‘I wasn’t bitten.’
    ‘I know … I know. You’d be one by now if you had. You just look … sick, regular sick.’
    ‘I’m OK. I’m just tired,’ said Sean. ‘I need to look for my sister.’
    ‘We can help you,’ I said, shifting the weight from one foot to the other, inching back, away from Sean slightly each time. He was at least a foot taller than me and quite broad … not fat or bulky, slim but he had the appearance of being bigger than other people. I felt like he would swallow me like a black hole if I didn’t put a bit of space between us. I had moved back far enough that I now stood in the hallway outside Kay and Charlotte’s room, while Sean edged forwards to lean against the door frame, where I had stood moments before. He scooped up a chunk of fish and shoved it into his mouth, all the time staring at me with his narrow dark grey eyes. Why did I feel like a mouse being watched by an eagle?
    ‘No,’ said Sean, still chewing the fish. ‘I don’t need help. I can find her.’
    ‘We can cover more ground to –’
    ‘I said no.’ I stared at Sean, my lips pursed in speech. He hadn’t snapped or shouted the words but there was a firmness in his gravelly voice that killed my train of thought. ‘She’s sensitive,’ he added. ‘I’m worried you’ll scare her off.’
    I paused for a moment before speaking. ‘OK,’ I said finally, my voice small. I turned and walked away. I had the sense of eyes boring into my back as I headed to the door but I could have been imagining it.
    Back outside, Misfit thrust a plate of cooling fish at me. ‘Eat,’ he said.
    ‘Thanks.’ I sat down, placing the plate on my crossed legs.
    ‘How’s the patient?’ asked Kay.
    ‘Moody and mysterious,’ I said, just loud enough so the others could hear me but not loud enough to be heard from inside the caravan. ‘He looks sick but he wants to go and look for his sister. He doesn’t want any help from us and, quite frankly, he’s being a bit cagey. I’m going to go down and warn Flick that he’s hanging about. I don’t trust him.’
    ‘I’ll go down to the Warren and hunt .’ As he said the word ‘ hunt ’ Misfit raised his hands and made quotation mark signs with his fingers.
    ‘By hunt , you mean keep an eye on the creepy guy,’ said Stewart.
    ‘He’s not creepy, he’s fucking cute,’ said Kay, with a wink.
    ‘I have to agree, he is quite sexy,’ said Charlotte. ‘In a sleazy way … if you like that sort of thing.’
    ‘Gah!’ I said. I heard Stewart clear his throat. I looked behind me and saw Sean, hammer in one hand, stood at the caravan door staring at us.
    ‘Morning,’ he said, staggering down the steps. As he approached I noticed he was looking at Kay; he kept his eyes on her as he spoke. ‘I’ve left the plate on the kitchen side. Thanks for the food and the bed but I’m off.’
    ‘OK. I’ll let you out,’ I said. Sean’s eyes flicked to me as I stood and walked towards the makeshift gate. Sean followed. I opened the padlock and lifted the fence post out of the breeze block. I turned to see Sean practically leaning over me. ‘Good luck,’ I said, pulling the fence panel open. ‘I hope you find your sister safely.’
    Sean said nothing, but nodded at me. He glanced back into the camp. I followed his line of vision to Kay. Then he turned back to me. ‘Thanks,’ he said and limped out to the track. ‘You take care too.’ I closed the gate after him but watched until he had disappeared from my sight down the track.
    I walked back to the others. Kay sat biting her lip.
    ‘I’m going to pay Flick a visit,’ I said, armed with my knife through my belt.
    ‘I’ll get my hunting gear,’ said Misfit. He sprang to his feet and headed to his caravan.
    ‘The rest of you stay here. He’s more likely to catch onto us if any more of us go,’ I said while I waited.
    Misfit returned in seconds and the