Plague of the Dead | Book 3 | Plague of the Island

several packages of feminine hygiene products, I found an unopen box with two tests.
I didn’t dwell on why Netta had purchased it. It would just break my heart. Instead I added into my bag to test when we got back to camp.
I walked out of the bathroom and saw Luther.
“I found a ton of stuff,” I said smiling, “we don’t need to…”
I stopped talking at the look in his eyes. He put his finger to his lips and motioned me to follow him.
I noticed he had closed and locked the door.
He had me follow him into the closet after looking in with a flashlight to make sure there were no zombies dwelling inside.
He shut the door quietly and tied the door handle to the clothes rod with one of Cal’s old ties. After he did, he turned off the flashlight.
I was about to ask him what he was doing when I heard menacing laughter from down the hall and someone yell, “Hey dude, come out and play.”
Chapter 2
I heard banging around from outside the bedroom. It sounded like they were still in the hallway.
“I locked all the doors,” Luther said in a whisper, “not to give us away.”
“They armed?” I asked.
“With knives.”
I nodded, “I have my .45.”
“I know but I’d rather not shoot anyone.”
“And if they give us no choice?”
“Then aim for the head.”
There was a rustling noise coming from the room next to us. The closet shared a thin wall with it, and we could hear them extremely well.
“Come on man, let’s just go,” I heard someone say through the wall.
“No, I want to have some fun.”
“This is not what we’re supposed to be doing,” the other one argued.
I sighed and untied the tie on the door, letting myself out.
“Shelly no!” Luther said.
I don’t know what came over me, but I wasn’t in the mood for this shit.
I opened the bedroom door to find two men. Boys really as they couldn’t have been a day over sixteen. They were in the hall having just exited the room next door.
One looked scared to death. His eyes widened at my presence. The other got a sinister smile on his face reminding me of the last time I saw Freddie. A chill ran through my veins as I thought of him.
“Well, well, well we may have more fun than I thought,” the smiling devil boy said taking a step closer to me.
As he did, I pulled out my gun and put the barrel right between his eyes. His smile disappeared and he dropped the knife he’d been holding.
“Give me one good reason not to decorate that wall with your brains,” I said.
“I…I…” he started, and I saw the front of his pants become damp as he pissed them.
“Hmm,” I said, “Interesting reaction. What were you hoping to do exactly?”
“We don’t want any trouble,” the other boy said.
“No? You just chased my friend, broke down doors and what was the phrase ‘we may have more fun than I thought’?”
“He didn’t…”
“He didn’t what? Mean to suggest he was going to take advantage of me? Hurt us?”
“I’m…I’m sorry,” the boy in front of me said.
I finally moved my gun cautiously from his head.
“You should be,” I told him.
He let out a sigh of relief.
“I haven’t completely ruled out shooting you,” I told him.
“How old are you two?” Luther asked.
I watched as he put his own gun away. I didn’t hear him come out of the closet behind me. No wonder the kid pissed his pants. I smiled as I knew Luther just wanted to avoid confrontation or a bloody mess if he could. But he had my back when I decided to get reckless.
“We’re both 15,” the one closest to me said.
“And what are you doing here alone?” I asked.
“We were trying to find medicine,” the innocent one said. “For Mark’s sister. She’s got a fever.”
I looked back at Luther. I could see the battle with himself in his eyes. He wanted to offer help, go with them. As a doctor that was his first reaction, but it was too dangerous. This could be a trick. They could lead him or us into an ambush.
I didn’t trust the change in their behavior. I still had a desire to put a bullet in this Mark kid.
Instead I reached into my bag and pulled out the children’s cold medicine I found in the cabinet. I knew a fever could mean the girl could be about to turn like Jackie did. Nevertheless, maybe it was just a simple cold.
“Here,” I said handing it to Mark.
“Thank you,” he said and I almost pistol whipped him as he moved forward to give me a hug.
I awkwardly patted his back before he let go.
“It’s been hard you know. I just think if I act tough the dangerous people will be too scared to do anything,” He said.
“And it almost got you shot,” Luther pointed out. “Don’t go looking for a fight. Only fight if you have too.”
The boy nodded and they both said “thank you” again.
They both headed towards the stairs and awkwardly waved before descending.
“What the hell just happened?” I asked.
“I guess a blend of teenage years meets apocalypse sprinkled with an unhealthy dose of daddy issues.”
“Well, let’s not run into that blend again.”
Luther laughed then said, “Let’s get back to camp. And keep your gun out. I don’t trust those two.”
We headed down the stairs and out to the car without a hitch. I didn’t see the boys. We made sure they weren’t hiding in the back before getting in to drive back to our camp.
We headed towards the gate to leave the base. The sun was