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of us and looked over at me. I was so happy he was alive. Nick placed the walkie to his lips. “Straight to the house, follow me.” Nick sped up in front of us and took the lead.
     
    CHAPTER 5
     
    The group appeared to be happy with the things we gathered and we lived peacefully for the next week without incident. The deadies were increasing in numbers at night outside the windows. With teamwork, we had our fortress locked up nice and tight.
    Since the women didn’t have to take shifts being look-outs. I stayed with Nick when it was his turn. No one trusted Malik with lookout duty so he was regulated some other menial duties. One of which was inventory. Malik gave me the creeps. He was a brown colored black man with messy hair and a mustache. He looked like he was up to something. I didn’t feel like I could trust him. Marine Joe kind of scared me. I would catch him talking to himself and he was always playing with his guns. Worse, he would walk around would a bullet in his mouth. He chewed it like it was gum. That was far beyond weird as far as I was concerned and we all lived in a world of the weird.
    Naveen had saved my life in Target so I treated him like a little brother. He was two years younger than me. He had a wealth of knowledge that was not superior or obnoxious. Nick was right; Naveen was the resident nerd, our very own Goggle search engine. Naveen prayed many times throughout the day. He was the most peaceful and tranquil person in the group.
    I spent lots of time with Kait. She was a sweet kid tossed into a horrible situation and she handled it better than I would have at that age. I admired her strength. She took care of her dad. Kait’s dad, the good doctor was hard for me to read. He was a nice guy. Is there a such thing as too nice? Michelle had a crush on the doctor and I think they were sleeping together. One night I saw the doctor sneak into Michelle and Kait’s bedroom. I knew Kait was asleep on the couch downstairs so I figured it out. Ray confirmed my suspicions. Michelle didn’t say a word to me and I was fine with that. You can’t make anyone like you when they don’t really have a good reason for disliking you in the first place. I spent most of my time with Nick and Ray. Ray helped with the boredom. Ray was pretty, like a gay guy but he was straight. He was like my best girlfriend in the house but a guy.
    This day Nick was in the kitchen drinking with Joe. Ray and I were in Ray and Naveen’s room upstairs. Ray and I lay next to each other in bed. Something we had done plenty of times before. The door was wide open. I thumbed through a gun magazine while Ray played a handheld video game.
    “ I have a secret.” Ray taunted without looking away from the game.
    “ What’s your secret?”
    “ I know who you are, Jesse Bordeaux.” Ray looked from the game to smirk at me.
    I fell silent, my face fell flat. Deer in headlights comes to mind.
    “ Fix your face. I’m not going to tell anyone. Obviously you don’t want the cat out the bag. Bordeaux is a French last name, Creole?
    “ Oui, my grandfather was Creole. How did you know?”
    “ You just look it. My grandmother was Creole… Your profession, shouldn’t you be in New York or L.A.?”
    “ I was born in Chicago. I have, I had a place here.” I loved my place before it was violated by a deadie.
    “ I didn’t know that? How the hell did you get from Chicago to Eola?”
    “ The same way you did. I run from them. I fought them and I hide from them. I survived and I’m here to tell the tale.”
    “ If things ever go back to normal, you’ll have one hell of a story.”
    “ We all will have one hell of a story.” That’s if we live to tell it.
    “ True… You know you are different than I would have thought.”
    “ How so?”
    “ I don’t know. I thought you would be uppity. You’re really cool.”
    “ I’m from Chicago not Beverly Hills. Can anyone from Chicago be uppity? You can’t walk around like a diva in four