Snippet #1909806

Following Jenny up the stairs to the roof, she latched the entrance back before heading over to the edge of the building. She only repeated what she had done the first time and then moved the garage over yet again. She was really getting sick of messing around with trash. A nice, hot shower sounded wonderful to her.

At the mention of her father, Sammie stopped walking and looked at the girl. “We own a pawn shop. Plus, he’s an avid collector…” She shrugged her shoulders. No, her father didn’t know about these creatures, but she was sure that he could fight them off well enough on his own. “Now of us know much about them. Just don’t get bit,” she stated lowly. “Or you have to die.” She shook her head to get herself out of her morbid thoughts before she continued walking down the street.

“I’ve noticed that they seem to die from shots to the head. “I played around a little bit at the beginning before I decided it was best to go back to the shop.” She shrugged her shoulders, but it was the question about dying that got her to really start thinking.

“Maybe. I don’t know. I’ll never really thought about it.” She replied. Her mother was dead. Her father could be dead, but if she was still alive he had to be too, right? But then why hadn’t he made it back to the shop? She had wanted to see her mother again, but she also didn’t want to die before she’d lived her life first. “You got to live first.” She muttered before she turned to the sound of the phone.

Her eyes narrowed and she looked around. Jenny was right. The noise would attract the creatures. There were thousands of possibilities for the phone going off, but she hoped it could mean a way out. She was banking on the sewer system, but she didn’t tell anyone else that plan. “Think we should answer it?”