Death Has Fallen: Freedom Rock Chronicles: Book 1 by Kris Beus Read Free Book Online Page B

“Please come eat, but be very careful to not overeat you need to let your body adjust.” 
                  There was no plates, but I was able to find a few bowls we could use.  I poured some of the ham and beans into a bowl and began eating.  Jaime sat next to me grabbing the vegetables and pouring them into a bowl.  Amanda like me started with the pork and beans.  We sat silently, the tension between Amanda and me still quite thick.
                  Without thinking I blurted out, “He was bitten and about to become one of them I couldn’t let that happen.”
                  She looked at me as tears began appearing in her eyes and said “I know he was bitten, but you should have told me you were going to shoot him.”
                  “I know there just wasn’t time.  You were asleep and he was beginning to change; I watched my mother change and could not let it happen again. He wouldn’t have lasted the night.” As I said this it felt like I was attempting to assure myself as much as Amanda.
                  For the rest of the meal all three of us did not speak.  The cold of night began flowing through the air.  I began making my bed out of the blankets that were around the camp and placed it next to the fire.  “We should sleep together and be next to the fire for warmth.”  Looking at the two exhausted women they could see I had no hidden motives especially as I laid down fully dressed.  Both of them walked over climbing under the blankets.  They were hesitant, but also very cold and wanting warmth.  The silence fell once again and I laid thinking of our travels for the next day.  As I looked up the moonlight fought its way through the thick covering of pine.  Next to me sat the two individuals I had saved and the only good thing that has happened since the virus.  As my eyes closed the last thought to pass through my mind was “today was a good day”.
     
    Chapter 7
                  I awoke stunned that I had slept entirely through the night.  Perhaps waking every hour last night had worn me out more than I thought.  I was surprised to see both women had stayed in camp and were huddled around the fire attempting to make breakfast out of the slim choices the men had left us.  Sitting up the smell coming from the pot was much more appetizing than what I threw together the night before.  Just for a moment I felt happiness being in the company of two friends and safe for the moment.  “What’s cooking?” I asked.
                  They turned a bit spooked not expecting me awake. 
                  “Oh a little bit of this and a little bit off that.” Jaime said with a slight smile.
                  It was a magnificent thing to see the perseverance of someone who went through the trama she went through be in such a good mood. “It smells wonderful” I said standing up to stretch my legs.  “We will still need to figure out how to make you some shoes.” I looked down at her feet.
                  “Yes we will, but I have been barefoot for quite some time and have begun to get used to it.”
                  As she said this the smile had left her face and her previous experience shown through.  Not wanting to push her to tell me anything more than she wanted about her past I dropped the subject and once again began looking through everything they had.  I began sitting out all of their belongings so we could see what they had.  To my shock they had a couple pare of sandals.  I asked Jaime to come try them on once she was done helping cook breakfast.
                  She did and as the straps cinched up they seemed to almost fit.  She stood up to try them out.  They jiggled only a bit as she walked, but for the most part would stay on her feet.  Perhaps there would be some way to tighten them up.  I asked her “How do they