We entered Cindy's flat and put her on the sofa. Tim found some towels to wrap her arm in and tried to stop the bleeding. It had been bitten terribly. I wasn't sure what we were going to do now or what was going to happen to Cindy. I looked around and saw a small living area and a kitchen to one side. What was going to happen next? I thought this, as my mind felt it was about to collapse. I felt drained and out of sorts.
"Tim, do you think she will be okay?" I whispered to him quietly so Cindy wouldn't hear. She was in so much pain.
"I don't think she will... you know. She's been bitten by one of those things, so I'm not sure how things will pan out from this bite. I'm guessing that these dead walking biter people have already died before and that's why they end up this way." He explained.
"How do you know so much? I mean you stabbed that walking thing back there like you knew what to do. Where are you getting all this information from? How is it you seem to know how to deal with it?" I wanted answers from him. I was angry and upset.
"Lydia... I don't. All I know... is that... when I got to my garage last night I had to stab those people that were outside. I got this stick and went for them, and it was by chance that they died completely when I hit them in the head. It seems to work... not sure why though... but it does... doesn't it?" He said as I realised he was going to be a big help.
"Yes... it does. It seems to kill them outright." I answered.
"I suppose so..." Tim said drearily.
"Well... who would have thought that it would work... I say we get out of here soon and get on our way to Kent. What do you think Tim?"
"Good idea. Hey have you got any brothers or sisters other than your parents? You haven't mentioned any." He asked.
"No... it's just me. I have some aunts and cousins around the world, but that's it. One cousin I know of that's from my mother's side lives in the United States with his wife and son. He's a sheriff." I smiled as I thought about family on the other side of the world.
"Really? How come you have family over there?" Tim asked as he stared at her.
"Well... I think my mother's sister went travelling there years ago and married an American guy and that's how it started... I guess... My cousin, the sheriff... Rick Grimes is his name... I heard he's really tough and all that... but I've never met him at all. They never came to England to visit and we never went there. It's a shame really. I doubt that we will ever get to meet now." I said sadly, but not sure why I was talking in that way.
"Probably not... the virus might have spread, but who knows what this thing is and where it has come from or where it has gone." He stated.
"Yes, well, I hope it isn't as bad as we may think, but who knows what will happen." I answered with a slight grin as I peered into Tim's blue eyes.
"Well... family should really stick together, but I can't talk. I had troubles with my brother... that's why I moved into my garage." Tim paced the floor. I noticed how his hand shook and I wondered if the alcohol had done that to him. It looked like he needed a drink.
I thought about what he had said. I kind of wondered if Cindy would die. Was this the end of the road for her? What would she turn into now? I didn't even want to think about what was happening right now, because if I did I would start crying and give up. I knew I had to be strong. I stared at Tim and I think he understood what I was going through. I hoped it wasn’t going to be horrible from now on. I didn’t want to live in fear. I wanted to feel safe. I didn’t want to have to look over my shoulder all the time.
Tim and I watched Cindy for a bit, but she was in and out of consciousness and we just didn't know what to do next. She looked pale and moaned in her sleep. We had given her some painkillers to ease the pain. I guess we had to wait it out to see how Cindy would be later on. In the meantime, Tim searched her flat to see what he could find to take with us in case Cindy didn't make it. We found her mother's address in Wales and some other useful stuff that we gathered together for our journey. It was a good idea to be prepared. Tim seemed to know what to do I thought and I was glad he was with me. Somehow, I felt better that he was here and even though he had the odd drink every now and then, it didn’t seem to interfere with the way he had handled things so far.
Tim went into the kitchen and I heard him opening cupboards. He was looking for stuff to bring with us... getting ready for whatever came our way. I heard him open something else, but I couldn't be bothered with what it was. For all I knew, he could have found a bottle of drink hidden in a cupboard.
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