Chapter 109: The Virgin And The Masters, Part 20, Escape Into The Snow

CHARLOTTE

“There´s a walkers´ shelter,” says Michael, “only a few hundred yards down the trail. It´s not far, but they won´t find it in the dark without knowing it´s there. Let´s aim for there, and then we can take a breather.”

How many are there of them?

Michael has only the boots he is wearing and his axe. I carry his clothes and grab my phone, stuffing it into a pocket, thanking all the powers that I´d thought to charge it up before I came home, At the last moment, I remember a couple of chocolate bars that are in a bedside drawer, stuffing them into my other pocket. And as we leave, I pull a blanket from the top of the bed.

We make our way, silently into the night. But as we leave through the back door, there are voices approaching us.

“Into the woodshed,” hisses Michael.

Backed into the shadows, we stand silently, but the voices pass by. As we leave, for good measure I pick up a stout stick. It´s not much of a weapon against a gun, but I feel better having it.