Snippet #2230390

“Well, hello there ladies.” The Soldier in the green combat uniform smiled down at Belinda and her daughter.

What a dish he was thought Belinda admiring the view. Blue sparkling eyes enhanced by the dimples in his cheeks . . . if only she were thirty years younger . . . but then again she was a single women now . . The possibilities.

“Can I have your names please?” He smiled as he got a clipboard and pen ready.

“Louisa Adams and this is my-”

“Slightly older sister,” Belinda interrupted quickly with a nervous flirtatious laugh “err Kerri Adams.”

“What!?” She silently mouthed to her daughter who was looking at her like she was crazy as the delicious Solider noted down their names.

She was a women, she had needs. Especially now that those needs could be met at long last.

“So is it true,” Belinda smiled sensually as she ran a finger along the low neckline of her dress trying to grab the boys attention “Minneapolis is practically infection free.”

“Err pretty much,” He answered distractedly “Life has a somewhat normality here, you'll be glad to hear. We still find people turning everyday but the problem is taken care of efficiently and under control.” Turning back to her daughter “That's a beautiful name, Louisa.” The Solider said, his attention now fully occupied by Dracinda. “And Kerri too.” He added noncommittally not even sparing a look for Belinda.

Men! Belinda mumbled to herself angrily as she turned back in her seat and folded her arms across her chest. If she were Dracinda's age that asshole would have been all over her instead of her damn daughter.

Belinda listened unhappily to the flirtatious banter between the two.

“Now you know our names,” Dracinda said coyly “Why don't you tell us yours.”

“I'm Eric. Eric Cash.”

“Well Eric Cash, will I be seeing you around here much?”

“Are you planning on staying here long?” He questioned back.

“If I find something to keep me here I will.” She said suggestively.

Oh, please! Belinda rolled her eyes, unhappy with the lack of attention.

“Hey! Can we get on with it.” She said impatiently looking out the window coldly at the young man. “I'd like to get home sometime today, thank you.”

She was still attractive, this guy just didn't know true ageless beauty when it was sitting right in front of him. And as for Dracinda, the guy probably wouldn't lay eyes on her again. The idiotic girl had some crazy plan to go all the way to the east coast and in her condition. Minneapolis was just a stop for her along the way, God only knew for what. She was just playing with this easily pleased boy to get something, although Belinda wasn't quite sure yet what that was.

“Ahem” The Solider cleared his throat “Err, yes Ma'am. Can I have your ladies ID's please.”

“We don't have any.” Dracinda said innocently.

And there it was.

“I can't let anybody in that doesn't have identification.” Eric replied, obviously not happy either with the situation. “This is a safe zone. We can't have anyone who doesn't qualify for access inside.”

“But I- We-” Dracinda began to whine and then cry “I don't have any identification.” She sobbed tears running down her cheeks “We, we lost everything when the infection started.”

“I'm sorry but-” Began Eric. His young face wrinkled with concern.

“Everything!” Dracinda cried harder.

“I know sweetheart,” Belinda jumped in knowing where this was going as she brought her daughters head to her chest and stroked the dark locks. “I know. It was so very horrifying! All that blood and those creatures chasing us . . . to think we almost died!”

Which was actually true more times then Belinda cared to think about.

“And now” Dracinda sniffled turning back to the shifty Soldier who was obvious uncomfortable with women who cried and had no idea how to deal with it. “all we want” sniff, sniff “is to go back home.” She placed her hand over Eric's which was gripping the open window ledge as she looked deep into his eyes. “Won't you let us in Eric?” Dracinda asked, wet eyelashes fluttering. “I can't believe you're that cold-hearted that you would leave two defenseless women to the horrible, bloody death that surely awaits them . . . are you?”

Belinda had to give it to her, the girl certainly could guilt trip a fella to hell, it almost made her feel proud. Almost but not quite. However all this was so unnecessary if they just used their own damn names! But Dracinda didn't feel the need to tell her anything, did she.

Eric's blue eyes peered deeply into the watery face in front of him. He looked up to the heavens as if fighting an invisible force. “Oh, shit!” He said to himself before he turned behind him and punched a big red button.

The stripy yellow and black barrier in front of the Porsche lifted.

Dracinda started the car forward in an instant.

“Hey! Wait!” Eric called out as he ran forward towards the moving vehicle. “Don't tell anyone about this and . . . when will I see you again?” He asked endearingly.

“You'll see me around.” Dracinda replied sweetly, not a single tear staining her flawless face any longer “And believe me, I won't be telling anyone about this.”

And then spend off down the road.

“And that's how it's done.” Dracinda grinned as they began their way into the streets of Minneapolis.

“You knew he was going to ask us for ID, didn't you?”

Dracinda simply shrugged. Lord but that girl could be infuriating, she was closed tighter then a damn Safe. What was Dracinda hiding? . . And did she really want to know?

“Well, it was a little too dramatic for my taste anyway.” Belinda added unimpressed.

“Whatever mother.” Dracinda pouted slipping on her Gucci Aviators.