day.
Even though it was still pretty early, I could feel myself drifting off as I pulled one of the afghans over me.
Tony petted my head for a few minutes and I could feel him relaxing into the couch as well. It was nice to just be still. I didn’t realize it at the moment, but these still moments would be hard to come by soon.
I watched the candles flicker gently as I began to fall asleep on Tony’s lap. I was thinking about how much work we got done in such a short time and was proud that we both managed to do it without losing our heads.
My peace didn’t last long.
Bang! Bang! Scream!!!
Tony and I both jolted awake at the sound of a woman screaming and what sounded like gunshots.
It was time to live in our new world.
Chapter 8 - Anthony
Shit! Just as I was beginning to calm her down somebody has to go crazy and start shooting already?
The sound of the shots had me on my feet, with my pistol in my hand as I peeked outside through the side of the pulled shade.
I couldn’t see anything, dammit. It was so dark. I mean REALLY dark. We are used to the city having some glow from street lights, car lights and house lights. It was pitch black and there was no moon shining on us tonight.
I carefully opened the door to the porch so I could try and listen to hear if someone was close by. I didn’t want to be seen either and my porch had lattice around it so it was hard for anyone to see me even though I could see them.
There was the sound of a woman crying coming from across the street and up a couple of houses. Normally, I wouldn’t have been able to hear that, but the silence made it easy.
“Annette?” I yelled out, hoping that it was her. “Is that you, are you okay?”
“Tony? Please, help me!” she yelled back.
My heart jumped as I quickly went back into the house and grabbed a flashlight and headed to the door.
“Tony, wait!” Kat whispered, grabbing my sleeve. “What if someone is out there? I don’t want you to get shot!”
“Babe, it’s Annette. She sounds like she is hurt or something. I’m not just going to sit here.” I said as I pulled away.
Annette lived alone with just her dog. She was retired and didn’t have any family in the area so she was all alone. I imagined being alone with all this made her a little jumpy.
I opened the front door and called out to her.
“Annette, I’m coming. Don’t shoot me, please!” I yelled out as I made my way through the blackness towards her house.
I could see her up on her front porch, her revolver in her hand. I stayed mostly behind the tree until I could see if she was okay and that she wasn’t aiming at me.
“What happened?” I asked as I slowly walked up the front stairs.
“Someone…,” She breathed heavily, “Someone tried to break into my window on the side. I couldn’t see who it was, I just heard them. My flashlight batteries are dead.” She explained.
“I will go take a look, okay? You just sit here on the porch and relax. Don’t go firing that thing again, okay?” I coaxed.
“Yeah…okay.” The anxiety in her voice was palpable.
I took the flashlight and carefully walked around the side of the house, making sure to keep myself low and hidden as much as possible.
When I got to the window a raccoon jumped out of the trash can and ran off, scaring the shit out of me in the process. I fell backward on my ass as he scurried off, breathing a sigh of relief it wasn’t a human.
I couldn’t help but giggle a little. This whole thing had us all on edge.
Making my way back to the front, Annette was still shaking from the whole incident.
“It was just a raccoon,” I said, trying to calm her. “He was trying to get into your trash can under the window.”
“Are you sure? I mean, it sounded like someone was trying to break in.” She