Home is You ('Home Is' Book One - Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 10 - Do You See What I See? (Hunters and Collectors)

NATE

I'm so glad that you guys survived those first days and are still here with us. Hope too that you had your very own 'Leo',  helping to get you through it.

I dare even Bear Grylls to get through this  fucktastrophy on his own!

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After two days, Leo announced we were literally scaring ourselves and each other to death. And not eating, sleeping....barely drinking? Are all making a bad situation super dangerous.

We need to do something. Anything to stop thinking about it for even a little while.

Huh....we can but try!

Once dawn broke on the third day of our rooftop exile, Leo wrapped his arms around me. Brought us to our feet.

I snuggled into him and we both stood there. Until the sun's rays hit our red, gritty and swollen eyes.

"Crikey, you stink"  I let him go and we just held hands.

"Well you've got a fair waft of the Eau de Colonic about you as well, Little Miss"  He responded with a shadow of a smile.

"So....it looks like this is going to be 'home sweet home'  for a while. Maybe we should do something about making ourselves a bit more comfortable?"

"Great minds think alike, Leo. Let's get our butts moving, shall we?"

Firstly, I set up my solar chargers then attached my phone and tablets. Hopefully, there might still be some kind of service? So we can find out something about what's going on around us.

We started by thoroughly exploring our immediate surroundings. Moving about quietly, as we've got no idea if those things are a couple of floors below us now.

And we know from the last couple of days of observation over the street below. That making any kind of noise draws them in like a swarm of angry bees.

There's plenty of rainwater as the two tanks are full. Enough at least for a few months of drinking, sponge baths and cooking?

We each have a decent couch to sleep on. Plenty of table space to set up a little camp kitchen using the BBQ.

Our view is clear for a few blocks on two sides. However, on the others there are a couple of buildings at least ten stories taller than the hostel.

It makes me feel more than a bit uncomfortable....being out in the open and so overlooked. I'm not going to mention my reasons why to Leo just yet. Don't want to freak him out before we've even started getting our asses into gear.

Instead, I suggest we go back down to the kitchen and grab everything of use. It makes sense to have as many supplies as possible close by. In case that floor is ever breached.

It's a scary as fuck scenario. But what's more terrifying though?

The thought of being stuck up here on the roof. With a bunch of un-dead between us and a food supply in the kitchen.

We know they won't touch it themselves as they appear to only enjoy flesh. And even then....they're happier if it's either still alive or recently breathing.

Leo heartily agreed with my idea.

So, we got to work hauling everything up. Except what remains in the fridges and freezers.

He reasoned we could bring up a day's supply of cold food each morning. Until it either runs out, spoils or the power grid collapses.

The tinned and other dry food can be kept aside until that happens.