The scream was only inside my head because Daniel was not awakened by it. I breathed deeply and gained my senses back. It was only a terrible dream but it shook me to my very core. It cut me down through my gut. I figured I wouldn’t be going back to sleep for a while.
I was right. I didn’t fall asleep for a long time. I didn’t dwell on the dream but I did think about Cate. At this point it was a safe bet that all hope was gone of getting off the island. It was too late. I suddenly felt like I was in prison. I guess there are worse things than being imprisoned on a beautiful island but I hated the feeling of being trapped. My world had collapsed around my feet and there was nothing I could do to change it. With that realization, I longed for the nightmare I had awoken from.
I did eventually fall back asleep. Though it was not restful, I didn’t have any dreams that I remembered which I was thankful for.
I probably would’ve slept for days had I not been woken up by the sound of glass shattering.
Chapter 16
“Damn it! You’re got to be kidding me with this shit,” Daniel said getting to his feet.
“What is it?” I asked sitting up.
“Not entirely sure but it can’t be good. Can you help me with this?” He asked indicating the bookcase.
“Yeah,” I said getting up from the couch.
“What’s going on?” Phoebe asked appearing in the bedroom doorway.
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Daniel answered.
Phoebe said nothing else; she came over to help us move the bookcase. She didn’t make eye contact with either of us. I could tell though that her eyes were blood shot. I felt bad for her and wanted to give her a hug but we had to deal with the task at hand.
With a bit of effort we got the bookcase out of the way. While Daniel untied the door, I grabbed my knife out of my bag.
I followed Daniel out onto the little porch. Phoebe stood in the doorway.
I looked around. The sky looked angry. Trees had fallen and I noticed that the shed was missing some of its panels. The air was thick and heavy. The storm seemed to be over but the humidity was awful.
I hadn’t seen Daniel grab his gun but he was also armed.
“What the hell?” Daniel said.
He bent down and picked up a giant brown and grey rock that was lying below the window in a pile of glass.
“How did that not knock out the boards on the inside?” Phoebe asked observing the size and the density of the rock.
“Someone threw that right?” I asked.
“Had to have, I just don’t understand who,” Daniel said.
“Think maybe the owners,” I suggested.
“Isn’t it obvious,” Phoebe said. She was leaning against the door frame. “That was Freddie.”
I looked at Daniel’s face. He had a look that spoke volumes. He obviously didn’t think that was possible.
“No way,” he said. Speaking what I thought I saw written on his face.
“It’s him,” Phoebe stated. “I can feel it in my bones.”
“That means he would’ve been following us and where was he when the storm hit?” I asked.
Phoebe looked a bit exasperated that we didn’t agree with her theory.
“Well, a zombie didn’t throw that rock at the window.”
Daniel nodded. “Phoebe you stay inside. I’ll check out the back, Shelly you get the front.”
“Okay,” Phoebe and I said in unison.
Phoebe shut the door while Daniel headed round back. I stepped out into the yard. It was hot and muggy. I felt like I was walking into an oven. I was sweating ridiculously and my clothes were sticking to me.
I walked out further into the yard. I got an eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was concerned about the zombies popping out from behind the bushes or the shed. Where were they anyway?
I stepped on a stick that cracked loudly; I stood still to see if I attracted any zombies. After there were no undead creatures trying to get me, I continued on.
I heard a rustle of leaves from the plants in front of me. I brought my knife up, ready to attack.
“Hello?” I said cautiously.
I heard a laugh come from the plants.
Freddie came out from behind the plants. Phoebe had been right. I brought the knife down to my side.
“Freddie? What are you doing here?”
“Just thought I’d confront some people who needed confronting,” he said. He had a strange look on his face.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Daniel needs to pay for what he’s done.”
“He hasn’t done anything,” I stated.
He scoffed at me, “Of course you would defend him. He got the love of my life killed.”
“That was his sister dumbass. And you sure didn’t act like you loved her that much.”
He looked angry then. He stepped forward. I took a step away from him. He noticed this and grinned maliciously.
“What are you scared of Shelly?”
I felt my blood go cold and I knew then I needed to get away from him. I turned the opposite direction and began to run.
I wasn’t fast enough. He caught up to me and knocked me to the ground. My knife went flying out of my hand. I flipped over and kicked him in the stomach. He grabbed his midsection in pain. I tried to get away but he latched his other hand around my ankle and dragged me back. He pinned my arms to the ground with his knees. I’d never been in so much pain.
“Stop it,”
