Life After The Undead (Book 1) (38 page)

Pam
worried
me
a
little.
I
wasn
’t
exactly
sure
what
she
talked about,
and
I
wondered
if
it had
something
to
do
with
what
he’d
said
to
her
in his
office.
I
decided
to
press
a
little
further.

“What
do
you
mean?
What
do
you
think
he’ll
do
to
punish
me?”

“I
don’t
know,
but
you
’l
l
know
when
it
happens.”

I sat
silently
for
a
moment,
wondering
what
he
could
possibly
do
to
punish
me.
I shook
my
head.
“No,
I
don
’t
think
he
’l
l
do
anything.
I
’
m
not
planning
on
disobeying
any
more
orders.”

“You
might
not
have
to
. He
might
feel
like
he
needs
to
exert
his
power
over
you.”

“Well,
the
re’s
not
much
I
can
do
if
he
does.
I
t’
s
not
like
I
have
anywhere
else
to
go.”

“You
can come
back
and
live
in the
house
with
us.”

I
shook
my
head.
“If
he
’s a
control
freak
and wants
to
keep
me
under
his
thumb,
living
at your
house
won
’t
do
me
any
good.
He
’l
l
find
me
there.
Besides,”
I
smiled,
“you
just
want
me
there
to
keep
the
place
clean.”

Pam
smiled
back.
“Well,
it
hasn
’t
been
the
same
since
you
left.”
She
squinted
through
the
smoke
and
onto
the
field.
“Looks
like
we
’
ve
got
about
ten
looking
for a
meal.”

We
stood
from
our
seats
and
fired
at
the
approaching zombies.

***

I
got
home
right
before
dinner. I
undid
my
holster,
setting
it
on
the
table
near
the
door.
I
thought
about
what
Pam
had
said
and
didn
’t
immediately
notice
the
door
to
my
bedroom
was
shut.
I
walked
to
the
kitchen
and
pulled
out
an
onion
to
chop
when
it
hit
me.
I
stepped
into
the
hallway
and stared
at
it
for a
few
moments
before
approaching
it
cautiously.
Grabbing
the
handle,
I
pushed
the
door
open
and
noticed
a
girl
standing
in the
middle
of
the
room.
She
stared
at
herself
in
the
mirror,
holding
up
one
of
my
shirts.
She
already
had
a
pair
of
my
jeans on,
and
one
of
my
CDs
played
softly
in
the
player.

“What
do
you
think
you
’r
e
doing?”
I
ran into
the
room.

The
girl
jumped
and
dropped
the
shirt
onto
the
floor.
“Liet
told
me it
was
okay,”
she
said
softly.

I
turned
off
the
stereo.
“This
isn’t
Liet’s
room. Take
my
clothes
off
right
now.”

“What’s
going
on
in
here?”
Liet
asked
from
the
door.

I
turned
to
look
at
him.
“Your
friend
here
was
going through
my
stuff.”

“So?”

“So?
So?”
The
heat
rose
into
my
face.
“So
this
is my
stuff.
She
has
no
right
to
touch
it.”

“Technically,”
Liet said
calmly,
“this is my
stuff.
This
is
my
house.
I’m
just
nice
enough
to
let
you
use
it.”

I
narrowed
my
eyes
to
slits.
How
dare he
allow
someone
to
invade
my
normal.
Without
my
room, I
had
no
sanctuary,
no
place
safe
to
go
to
get
away
from everything.

“Oh,
so
that’s
how
it’s
going
to
be.
Fine,
then
I
’l
l
move
out.”

The
girl
took
off
my
pants
and
feebly
handed
them
to
me.
I
grabbed
them,
found
a
bag
in
my
closet,
and
stuffed
them
inside.
Liet
stepped
into
the
room.

“And
where
do
you
think
you
’r
e
going
to
go?”

“Back
to
the
soldie
r’
s
house.
Pam
already
said
I could
live
there.”

Liet
took
a
deep
breath.
“Now,
let’s
not
be
hasty. Megan,
why
don’t
you
wait
for
me
in
my
room?”

Megan
left,
and
I
folded my
arms
over
my
chest. I
didn’t
care
how
much
power
Liet
thought
he
had
over
me,
this
was
my
space
and
I
was
going
to
fight
for
it.
It
would
bother
him
if
I
left.
I
had
him
in a
tough
position.
As
Pam
had
said,
he
didn
’t
know
how
to
deal
with
a
teenager,
so I
was
going
to
use
that
to
my
advantage.

“There’s
no
need
for
you
to
move
out.
It
won
’t
happen
again.”

“I
hope
it
doesn
’t.”

Liet
turned
to
leave
the
room,
and
I
slammed
the
door
behind
him.
I
turned
back
to
my
belongings
and
proceeded
to
put
them away.
I heard
him
and
Megan
through
the
wall
. They
were
fighting,
but
I
couldn
’t
hear
what
they
said.
The
front
door
slammed,
and
he
came
back
to
my
room.