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Dead Rising 3: A New Player	By : PennyBFarthing Category: +A through F > Dead Rising series Views: 5550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Rising 3, or it's characters. I have used characters, storyline and location details from Dead Rising 3 by Capcom, I make no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 11

Doug, a burly man in a black t-shirt, army pants and a haircut you could set your watch by, lifted Anna effortlessly from the car. Meanwhile, Nick, Harriet and Dwayne made their own way inside. Once the doors were closed behind them, they could hear the thud of zombies trying to get in as the sun started to set. Harriet set off a flare over the walls and into the street below, and before long; the zombies lost interest and went in search of their pretty lights.

As Nick realised the danger was over, he stumbled and sat heavily on the ground.

“I’ll take Anna upstairs for some first aid,” said Doug, “what do I do with this guy?” he said as he gestured threateningly at Dwayne.

“Cool it, Doug!” screamed Anna, she was being cradled in both his arms like a small child, however still managed to sound savage as she yelled up into Doug’s face, “he’s fine, he’s with us.”

Doug shrugged it off with no words and made his way upstairs to the rest of the group, with Dwayne following. Harriet stayed behind and sat on the ground next to Nick.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” said Nick.

“I can handle myself,” said Harriet assuredly. She turned to Nick, and reached her hand around to the back of his head, “nothing cracked or broken, just a concussion I think.”

Her face was so close to his as she gently felt his skull through his hair. He remembered the first few times she was close to him, checking for signs of infection. He would look away, to take the potency out of their closeness. But now he looked into her eyes. He had never seen a colour like it. You couldn’t even say they were an unusual blue. They were a vibrant shade of violet. There were so many unknowns about Harriet. He wanted to know everything about her.

“Where did you get your eye colour from?” asked Nick.

Harriet stopped her examination and held his gaze, “it’s a mild form of ocular albinism” she started, “I lack melanin, or colouring, in the epithelium of my iris and therefore my red blood vessels show through from the back of my eye. This makes what would otherwise look like blue eyes, appear purple. Not that sexy when you break it down really,” she finished her logical explanation, as if she had said it a thousand times before.

Nick didn’t care how factually she explained them. He thought they were beautiful. He got the feeling however, that it was something people complimented her on all the time, so he decided to change topic.

“How did you learn to fight like that? And what hit me in the back of the head?” Nick reached his hand to the back of his head and felt the area where he was struck.

“It was Hilde, she got a little ahead of herself, and seeing you do so much damage to the Special Ops, decided to take a moment away from our fight to deliver a roundhouse kick to the back of your head. It was pretty nasty… It gave me time to grab the knife, but she ended up turning it on me somehow. She was a damn good fighter, if it wasn’t for you, I think she would have taken me.”

Nick winced at the thought of it. He remembered the moment he saw Hilde on top of her, forcing the knife towards Harriet’s chest. It didn’t happen. It didn’t happen, Nick reassured himself. Harriet reached into her backpack and grabbed a bottle of water for Nick, “you know… for the vomit.”

“I’m so embarrassed! Who barfs like that?” Nick said, feeling mortified.

“Of course you vomited, you have a concussion! You’re extremely hard on yourself you know that?” said Harriet, handing him the water. Nick took a mouthful, swilled it around his mouth and spat it out to the side. He then took a few gulps and splashed some water on his face.

“You saved me again Nick, if you hadn’t shot her in the foot—”

“I was scared I was going to shoot both of you,” he said.

“And rightly so! With a blow to the head like that, I’m surprised you could see at all! You’ll be fine tomorrow, but you need to stay awake tonight,” she said. Nick didn’t like the idea; all he wanted to do was sleep.

“How am I going to do that?” he asked.

“I’ll keep you awake,” said Harriet. Nick immediately thought of last night, and started to feel turned on despite his splitting headache.

“Is that right?” he asked with a silly smile on his face.

Harriet gave him a gentle shove, “As fun as that would be, I meant talking. It’s not exactly private anywhere here,” Harriet rested her head on Nick’s shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. They were still outdoors, but it was quiet and private. It was a luxury that was very rare in Los Perdidos over the last few days, so Nick breathed it all in.

“When we were in the drug store back there,” started Harriet, “I thought I saw you take something…”

Nick started to feel himself go red. He didn’t feel like an adult right now, but a fumbling schoolboy, “yeah, I wasn’t sure if I should, but I thought it was better to grab them then not….”

“So you did pick up condoms! Ha! I knew it!” she exclaimed, “ever the optimist Nick!”

Nick looked up at the sky, “this is so humiliating,” he said.

“I’m just kidding,” said Harriet, “as Greg would say, be prepared!”

“I didn’t assume anything would happen again,” Nick started again seriously, “I just saw how upset you were at the drug store, and I promised myself I wouldn’t put you through that again and I—”

Nick was caught off guard when Harriet kissed him. Nick wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back, with more energy than he thought was possible after his day. Harriet’s hands moved down his body towards his crotch, and Nick felt a familiar tightening of his pants.

She reached into his jeans pocket and extracted the box of condoms and the little bottle of lube.

“Lube too! Such a thoughtful gentleman,” she teased, and continued to kiss him. Nick was laughing now too and kissed her back, however they heard someone approach from around the corner and reluctantly stopped touching each other.

“Nick!” said Annie, “you just refuse to die don’t you.”

Nick saw Harriet stash their items quickly in her backpack.

“That’s right,” he said, as he pulled himself off the ground and dusted himself off, “I remain, at least for now, unkillable.”

“It looks like you had some help though,” said Annie, gesturing towards Harriet, “Anna told us about your battle with Hilde.”

“It was a tough fight, she nearly had me, but at least she won’t be killing anyone else,” said Harriet, “how’s Anna?”

“She’s cursing like crazy, but she’s going to be fine. No major damage,” said Annie.

“I’m going to go see how she is,” Harriet stood up and started to make for the stairs that led up, to the main operations area of the communications building.

Nick stood up and turned to Annie, “how have you been? How have things been here?”

“It’s a tight ship. We’ve got supplies, we’re working on getting that footage to a contact of mine who can get it out to the general public, but we’re no closer to finding a way out of here,” Annie scowled at the ground with her arms folded.

“We might have something there,” said Nick, “a friend of mine from when we were kids, Diego, he found us a plane, it needs some parts and some fuel, but it should be big enough to get us all out of here.”

Annie gave one of her rare smiles, “are you for real? That’s amazing Nick!” in her excitement she gave him a brief hug, and then awkwardly stepped back from him.

Nick decided to continue with his news, “the main problem is the fuel. We don’t know where we are going to find enough to get us out of here. We met a guy on the road, Gary, his boss is a mob guy or something, we weren’t very clear on that,” Nick was gaining momentum and talking animatedly, “anyway, his boss is looking for you we think, and they said that if we hand you over they’ll give us their fuel,” Annie stared daggers and Nick, “which we are obviously not going to do,” he continued, “we’d never do that to you, but it means he does have fuel. We’ll just have to find some other way to get it. Do you know why this guy is after you?”

“No, but I’ve been aware for a few days now that some guy in Ingleton is after me, must be the same guy. Or, maybe I have two mortal enemies,” said Annie sardonically.

“I’m not sure how you even got one?” Nick replied, at a complete loss, “doesn’t it freak you out that some stranger is sending out his men to hunt you down? Gary was bringing a body to his boss to see if it was you or not.”

“Well that’s creepy,” said Anna in her dry monotone, “honestly, I don’t know what he wants me for. Best I can figure, I may have rubbed some people the wrong way who are also in the illegal Zombrex trade.”

“Yeah, could be… it just seems really personal,” said Nick.

“We’re not going to figure it out here. Come see the operation upstairs. You’ll probably want to rest, get something to eat?” she offered.

“I’m not allowed to sleep tonight,” Nick said, as they made their way to the rest of the group, “I’m concussed, so Harriet’s volunteered to keep me awake.”

“Is that right?” said Anna, extremely suggestively, “I think she has a crush on you.”

“Well I hope at least a little bit,” said Nick.

Anna looked puzzled for half a moment, however their conversation was interrupted by an enthusiastic Alice. She bound towards them as they turned the corner to the main outdoor operations area and greeted Nick with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Nick! I’m so glad to see you! I’ve been so worried, you’ve been gone a full day! We thought… well… I’m loath to admit it, but I wasn’t optimistic,” said Alice with real feeling.

“We’ve had a rough 24 hours,” except last night, which was amazing, “but we are here. We’re doing okay.”

“Annie and I were just beside ourselves,” said Alice, and the comment did not go unnoticed by Nick. He smiled at Annie, but she didn’t see it, as she was too busy looking disinterested at the middle distance.

Alice ploughed on, “I knew Harriet would look after you. She looked so… fierce! I wouldn’t want to be standing inbetween her and some Zombrex that night.”

“Definitely don’t mess with her, that’s for sure,” said Nick, as he remembered her outrage when the last vial was empty.

“So, where did you two end up holding up for the night?” Alice asked, “did you find somewhere safe?” Nick was guessing Alice used to be the neighbourhood gossip. He was sure she wasn’t mean or vicious, but she seemed to like to know what was going on…

“Yeah, we uh—” Nick cleared his throat for a lump which had quickly appeared, “found our way to the Ingleton Motel and stayed there the night.”

Alice was an old hand at this, and read everything she needed to know from his answer. Jesus Christ! It’s a goddamn zombie outbreak and it’s turning into an episode of Melrose Place.

“Well, I’m glad you had each other,” Alice finished. “I’m on watch in half an hour, so I better go touch base with Greg,” she gave Nick a kiss on the cheek, “so glad to have you back.”

Alice walked off to the stairs leading to the above walkway. Greg stood on watch, diligently looking through his binoculars. A small awkwardness fell between Annie and Nick.

“I’m glad she was there to help you too,” said Annie, “it’s not like I was any help. I left you all at the diner!”

Nick’s eyebrows knitted together, “Annie, I wouldn’t worry about that. You had your own Zombrex to find. We both know what it’s like to be on a ticking clock,” he gave her a little nudge with his elbow, “and at the diner, let’s face it, if you were a betting man, you wouldn’t have put your money on me.”

This seemed to have cheered her up a bit and she gave a little shy smile.

“I’m Doug,” said a very tall, well built white man who planted himself in front of them. His name was apparently Doug.

“Hey Doug, you were out on the supply run the night I got bitten.”

“That’s correct, however I can see you found yourself some Zombrex.”

“Yeah… just one vial left at Ingleton, I guess I was lucky,” said Nick.

“Welcome aboard,” and Doug left.

Annie eyed him suspiciously, “where did you dose yourself?”

“In my arm,” said Nick guiltily.

“You’re a terrible liar Nick. Where’s the mark?”

“It’s…” he stopped; lying further wasn’t going to help. He wasn’t even sure why he was bothering lying, “please don’t tell anyone Annie. Only you and Harry know.”

“Know what?” asked Annie.

“Hey Annie, I need you to come help with this, quick. Your contact is sus on us and won’t go further with reporting on the tape unless he speaks to you,” said another well built man in a soft black cap.

“I’m on it!” said Annie, “we’re not finished, hold that thought,” and she ran up the outdoor stairs and across the upper walkway, past Alice and Greg on lookout. Annie and the man entered the upper level of the building towards the communications room.

Nick felt okay about telling Annie that he didn’t need Zombrex, just uncomfortable with how they left their conversation. He made a note to speak to her again when she was done with the file. For now he was keen to see how Anna was doing. He walked in through the entrance on the ground floor to his right and saw a small group huddled around Anna who was made as comfortable as possible on the floor.

The women who first greeted them at the grate of the safe house, was finishing up with Anna’s bandage. Harriet was sitting next to Anna, Doug and Dwayne were standing guard over the proceedings.

“How are you doing Anna?” Nick asked.

“Why do people keep asking me that!” snapped Anna, Nick kept quiet, feeling pretty stupid.

Anna looked over at Nick and must have had pity on him, “I’m sorry, it’s just this fucking hurts and I’m trying not to think about it,” she said.

“It’s been cleaned, and we’ve got antibiotics, so it isn’t serious, but you’re going to be out of action for a while Anna,” said the woman.

“I’ll be back on the streets in a few days Lauren, just you wait,” said Anna. She winced as Lauren tightened the last pass on the bandage.

“Well that’s the hard part over Anna, all you need is rest now,” said Lauren.

“And where am I going to rest in this place? There are no beds!”

“We’ve given you some pretty heavy pain killers which should be kicking in soon, we’ll pop you on some blankets in the corner,” said Lauren.

“Fine…” Anna turned to Harriet, “thanks for keeping my mind off things. I want to hear more about Popeye! He sounded like a wicked dog!”

“He was! You rest now, and I’ll tell you about the time he saved me from some asshole kids when I was 12 later,” said Harriet.

“I want a super hero dog,” said Anna, as Doug lifted her to her make-shift bed in the corner.

“Popeye, huh?” asked Nick, as he offered his hands to lift Harriet off the ground.

“Yeah, he was my dog growing up. He lost his eye when he was 3, so the name Popeye kind of stuck after that,” said Harriet.

“How did he loose his eye?” asked Nick.

“Do you want to go for a walk outside?” she asked.

“Sure,” Nick decided to follow her lead. He grabbed some blankets on the way out, it wasn’t a cold evening, but they still might need something to keep out the chill.

As they walked outside, Harriet looked around the courtyard for somewhere to sit. She walked over to the outside steps and looked over the fence to another small outdoor courtyard.

“Want to check it out?” asked Harriet.

“Sure,” said Nick, and he followed her to the stairs and hopped down on top of a fixed electrical unit next to the fence and down on to the ground below.

Harriet grabbed her knife, and Nick realised they were entering an uncleared area. He felt a little stupid, as he had no weapons, so he decided to look alert and raise his fists. As he looked around, he could see the area was still part of the illegal headquarters. It had high walls and no entry points. Thankfully it also had some supplies, guns, grenades, and FOOD.

Nick grabbed a tomato from a crate, the first fresh food he had in a while and began eating it. I’ve never enjoyed a tomato this much.

He looked over at Harriet, who also seemed happy the area was secure, and she found a crate of beer, holding a bottle in each hand.

“It’s not cold, but it will do!” she said excitedly as she opened the bottles over the side of a large wooden wheel in the middle of the space, which appeared to hold large lengths of communications wiring.

Nick joined her, laying a blanked down on the wheel, and taking a beer. They both sat on the wheel a while, enjoying the beer and the relative quiet. Nick dangled his legs off the edge and felt very lucky. He didn’t know to whom or how to express it though.

“I’m so glad you’re here Harry,” said Nick, looking straight ahead, “this place is an actual nightmare, but it would be so much worse without you.”

“I wasn’t having a real fun time either before I stumbled across you on the freeway Nick,” said Harry as she gently bumped shoulders with him. She took another long sip of her beer, “I’m glad you’re here too.”

Nick was completely in awe of Harriet. She was beautiful, unexplainably zombie capable and she was also a complete mystery. He felt he was getting to know her. She was kind, practical and tough, however it unnerved him that until now she had artfully dodged any questions to find out anything further about her. As they sat close to each other, quietly drinking their beers, Nick felt as though he was holding his breath. He felt her hesitate towards a story about herself and he waited in anticipation until she spoke.

“Popeye lost his eye in Willamette… back in 2006,” Harriet started.

“So you were in Willamette,” Nick said, he tied to make his tone casual, desperate not to scare her into silence.

“Yeah, it was awful. I only remember bits of it now, you know, the bits that really stick in your head,” she took another swig of her beer and it was empty, so she stood up and grabbed another one. When she sat back down, she continued, “Dad bought Popeye when I was 6. He was a super cute mutt from the pound. Jet black, kind of lanky with floppy ears and a long nose. To me, he was the best dog in the world. I called him blacky when I was a kid.”

“Blacky?” Nick said with a teasing question mark in his voice.

“Yeah, not very imaginative,” replied Harriet.

She was quiet for a moment before continuing, “before we even knew about the outbreak, zombies got onto our property. I was in the yard playing and Popeye started going crazy. This… messed up looking dude started coming towards us and I completely froze. Popeye was barking madly. I had never heard him bark like that before. The zombie started to go for me, and Popeye bowled him over. I just stood there and watched as this thing started to grab at Popeye who was biting him savagely, to no affect. Somehow this thing grabbed his face and gouged his eye…”

Harriet looked so sad. Like it was all still happening in front of her. Nick and Harriet both took a drink and she continued, “that’s when dad came out with his shotgun. He saved Popeye, and he got us in the car as more of them started to descend on our home. We left Willamette and dad managed to heal the wound which was Popeye’s eye. He was just called Popeye after that.”

“I can’t believe you got out, not many did,” said Nick.

“It was tough, we came across quite a few people who had been bitten. We had no idea what was happening then, but I think my dad suspected all along they were going to turn. He just, figured it out. That’s when I saw my first turn.”

“Were there others?”

“Quite a few,” said Harriet sadly.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” Nick scratched the back of his neck as he sometimes did when he felt awkward, “is that how you know so much about zombies?”

“Partly…” she replied, Nick took her pause as a signal to grab himself another beer.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” he said, sensing her hesitancy.

“No, it’s okay. I just haven’t really ever talked about this stuff with anyone before,” Harriet sighed and continued, “after that, Dad took all our savings, which were substantial thankfully, bought a plot of land outside of town here, and… prepared.”

“What do you mean prepared?” asked Nick.

“He sought of… became a doomsday prepper. You know, like those crazy guys on that reality TV show. After what we had been through, he was convinced that that would be how the world would end. We spent the next 9 years of our lives preparing for the end. I mean hard-core preparing. How to fight, what weapons to use, how to find food, make shelter… that was my education. I mean I finished high school, but I was homeschooled. It was pretty messed up actually.”

“Looks like you turned out okay to me,” said Nick, in the way of encouragement, “but yeah, not the most normal childhood.”

“I was pretty isolated,” she said, “Popeye kept me company, but you know, a kid needs human friends. Dad just didn’t think any of that stuff was going to matter in the future. I think he was just doing the best he could to protect me.”

“So that’s how you learned to fight like you do,” said Nick.

“Yep,” she said, she grabbed the second blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Nick got a little closer and wrapped the blanket around himself as well.

“Is that why you came here?” he asked.

“In a roundabout way. Dad died when I was 18, and I was at a total loss. Cancer you know? We spent our entire fucking lives preparing for a zombie apocalypse and he dies of cancer. It kind of made me think about all the things we are scared of and the things which are actually going to kill you.”

“Yeah, it’s true, terrified our neighbours are ‘illegals’ or terrorists, and statistically we are more likely to die in a car accident.”

“Yeah, exactly!” she said enthusiastically, “it made me re-think everything we had been through, but I felt I could start again and start to make sense of everything,” Harriet paused and her voice started to wobble as she spoke, “but then Popeye died not long after,” she started to cry and made a valiant effort to suppress her tears. She looked away from Nick as she quietly choked back her sobs.

Nick got the feeling this was not something she liked feeling or talking about. That he was let in on a very private and painful part of her life. He felt privileged she would share this, and so sad for her. He wrapped his arm around her and felt her small body shake with her quietly suppressed sobs. He tried to bring her gently closer to him, and she resisted at first so he let her be. Eventually, she turn herself to him, still with her eyes fixed firmly on the ground and buried her face in his neck. Nick held her and rubbed her back for some time. She became quiet and stopped shaking. Nick continued to rub her back and kissed the top of her head.

“I didn’t cry when dad went, but when Popeye died—” she took another sharp intake of breath and steadied herself, “it was just too much you know. I think that dog gave me more love than anyone else in my life after Willamette.”

Nick related to that. He had been with some really nice foster families; no one had ever mistreated him. He just never felt like he was everything to someone. He found it hard to put into words when he was a kid, but as he got older he realised everyone else had parents who would love them unconditionally, never abandon them, lay down their lives for them. He had never really had that…

“Don’t get me wrong, I know Dad loved me, he just kind of… turned cold after we left Willamette. And when they died, I was completely alone.”

“Feeling alone can be the worst feeling there is,” said Nick.

“I guess you know something about that? I’m sorry, I’ve been rattling on about my tale of woe, and I completely forgot that you never had a family…” said Harriet.

“That’s okay,” he said, with warmth.

“What was it like for you?” she asked.

No one had actually ever asked Nick. He guessed he had such a sunny disposition, people just thought he was fine and didn’t really want to go there. They were half right, and he didn’t know how to respond.

“My childhood wasn’t horrible or anything. I was never beaten or starved. But I guess I felt pretty alone. And it wasn’t as though I was unloved by my foster families,” Nick looked at the ground contemplating his next words, “there was definitely something missing though,” Nick finished his beer, and feeling brave he continued, “I remember this one time, I royally fucked up at school. This asshole kid was giving me shit for being a foster kid, and having a weird tattoo. It was like this kid was voicing all the horrible things I thought about myself, and when he said it, I felt it was all true. I hit him in the face, really hard,” Harriet let out a bubble of laughter, “it’s true,” said Nick, “I broke his tooth and there was blood all over him. I was going to get expelled!”

“Shit!” said Harriet, “that kid sounds like a little prick.”

“He was a little prick,” said Nick light heartedly, “but the worst thing was, when I got home, I knew it wouldn’t be long before my placement was over. I had a really nice family, and I really liked my new brother and sister. But after this, I could tell they no longer considered me part of the family. After a few weeks, I was moved around again,” Nick took another swig of his bottle, “I always had the feeling ,that I was just one bad decision away from being rejected by everyone,” as he said the words an old ugly feeling opened up inside of Nick. He hadn’t felt this one in a long time. It was anger and resentment; he felt the same ugly look come across his face. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore.

Harriet squeezed his thigh, with her head on his shoulder, “that’s not fair.”

“No,” said Nick coldly, but he quickly rearranged his face and put on a more cheerful voice, “but I’m out of there now, and you never got to telling me how you wound up here?”

“I decided to go to college, would you believe?” she sounded calmer now, almost happy, “I thought it would be the best way to get a glimpse of ‘normal’ life.”

“That’s great,” said Nick.

“Yeah it was, I learned a bit about the world, lived on campus, made real friends… I think it was the happiest I had ever been.”

“What did you major in,” Nick had never been to college, but knew this was something you asked people.

“Linguistics and philosophy at UCLA,” said Harriet with a smile, “It was amazing, so interesting. I’m not really sure about my career prospects though…”

Nick laughed and kissed her cheek.

“I came here as soon as I heard about the outbreak,” said Harriet, “I know how to kill zombies, and I think I can help people. I don’t want to die at all, and I never would have come here if I thought I would. I would kind of like my weird life to mean something, you know?” she said.

They heard someone come out of the communications room on the top floor.

“Ugh! Come on guys! You’re meant to be on look out!” said Annie. Harriet and Nick looked at each other questioningly, and Harriet wiped the tears off her face.

Annie popped her face over the fence and observed Harriet and Nick sitting with their arms around each other, “what is going on out here tonight!” she said, exasperated. She hopped over the fence onto the electrical box and walked towards the pair.

“Alice and Greg are making out up there, instead of being on lookout like they are supposed to!” she stopped her rant however and got right down to business, “we never finished our little chat Nick.”

Nick looked at Harriet, who seemed puzzled so he decided to begin to clear up the confusion, “there’s not much more to the story, Harriet and I went to the safe house in Ingleton to look for Zombrex, but there wasn’t any. Then we kind of realised my wound was healing itself and I had no sign of infection… so… I guess I’m cured.” He finished lamely.

“Or you are a cure,” Annie said with seriousness, “Nick, don’t you realise what this means? There is no recorded case of a person being bitten and not turning,” said Annie.

Nick had not thought about it much since then. So much had happened. The dark thoughts returned. He was a tattooed orphan freak, who now mysteriously was immune to the virus. It wasn’t something he wanted to think about too much.

“I guess I was lucky,” he said.

“Annie’s right Nick, this really means something that you are immune. I don’t know what yet, but it’s important,” said Harriet.

Nick was a very practical person, “maybe it does, but what do we do about it now?”

“I don’t know!” said Annie, “but as an infected person who has been injecting herself with Zombrex everyday for as long as she can remember, if there is a cure to this thing, I would sure love to find out.”

“But who can we even talk to about this right now?” asked Harriet.

Annie sighed and threw her hands up in the air, “I don’t know, but if we find anyone who can look into this for us, we have to pursue it. And you can’t die Nick!”

“I’m working on that,” he said, “no plans to die just yet.”

“How are things going inside?” asked Harriet.

“We got the footage to a contact of mine, Frank West. He’ll know how to get it out. It won’t be long before people are going to start asking questions about what’s happening here,” said Annie.

“And it could cause retaliation,” said Harriet.

“We’ve done well today, we’ve just got to focus on getting out of here now. Any ideas on getting fuel for the plane which don’t involve handing me over to some creepy guy who is after me,” said Annie.

“Of course we are not going to hand you over to anyone Annie, but we know they have fuel, and that’s a good start,” said Harriet.

“I was thinking we start by finding the parts Rhonda needs for the plane tomorrow,” said Nick.

“Sounds like a good start,” said Annie.

“As for now, you should probably get some sleep Harriet, I slept way more than you last night, and I might still have a concussion and should go keep myself busy.”

“I feel bad and like I should protest, but I’d love to get some sleep,” said Harriet.

“Me too. I’ve been up for a few days straight and I think I am going a little crazy,” said Annie, “mind if I crash here with you Harriet? There is so much noise upstairs, it’s near impossible to sleep,” said Annie.

“Fine by me, there are two blankets and this place is pretty sheltered,” said Harriet.

“I’ll leave you guys, and go try to make myself useful. We’ve got a good 6 hours until sunrise, so rest up,” he said.

He hopped up onto the electrical unit and over the fence. As he looked back, the two girls were finding comfortable positions to sleep in. He wanted to stay with Harriet, but knew he would just fall asleep again. He made his way back to the communications room to find something useful to do until dawn.
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