“Are you asleep?”
“Nah,” she murmured into the dark after a long exhale. She might not have been able to see with her arm across her face to cover her eyes and block out any remaining light to try and help her doze off, but she knew where the voice came from and who it belonged to. “Damn things keep movin’ around out there. It’s drivin’ me insane.”
Another sigh escaped her body, and she flung her arm away. The thin line of moonlight across the floor didn’t help much to illuminate the tiny room, but it was enough to help her eyes adjust quicker in order to see in the darkness. The massive dresser that took both of them about ten minutes to move was still against the door, serving as a makeshift barricade while they attempted to get a little rest. They’d done their best to make sure nothing could get in while they were at their most vulnerable, but there was still the fear of the undead that filled the little bedroom and made it hard to relax.
Charlie sat up, fed up of always being so exhausted and yet never able to sleep soundly to get any real relief. The two worked so hard to make wherever they stopped secure, always in search of something better fortified against the never ending waves of walkers, but on nights like these when they’d actually lucked out in a hiding spot and she still couldn’t sleep, Charlie found herself irritated with no way to work out her frustrations until the morning. That is, if the shuffling corpses were still loitering outside.
“I hate this,” she grumbled. “If it wasn’t so damn dark out there, I’d go and take ‘em all out. Might be able to sleep then.”
Veata stood with her weight leaned back into the wall and the blinds of the window pulled to peer into the streets. It had never sat well with the female when she and her companion took to the more urban areas of the region. To scavenge the houses that sat on the outskirts was one necessity but it was another to settle in for the night in these manmade ruins. One could make the argument that the forests had become just as dangerous as the city as survivors moved away from the area but out there at least she did not find herself boxed in. She was not claustrophobic – discomfort did not equate to crippling fear – but these settings did have a tendency to make her anxious. Their strongest defense against the dead demanded the freedom to be light on their feet.
The blinds settled back into place as she released them and paced away from the window. Though they had cleared through the entire house hours earlier and had taken to a bedroom on the second floor Veata’s voice was still muted as she relayed to her travelling companion, “I think that there are more out there than there were before we settled in for the night. I don’t think that they’re hunting anything but it’s difficult to tell.” By all rights it should have been easier to watch the streets by the light of the moon alone but on this particular night the moon had waned to a sliver blocked by thick clouds. It was the same reason they had decided to chance a house rather than a setup outdoors though anxiety left her with the thought that they might wake to find the entire house surrounded.
With the tip of her thumb tracing the flat edge of her knife in nervous habit she moved on to the next window. “How are we looking on supplies?” Enough to last them a comfortable three days if rationed. Veata knew that and though she was a woman that preferred to mull her thoughts in silence at times it gave comfort to hold the details in a more solidified manner. She drew back the blinds of the second window to reveal what appeared to be a still empty backyard and bit her inner cheek. If it came down to it they might be able to manage fence hopping to the end of the neighborhood. Better than chancing the streets. “There were sleeping pills in one of the bathrooms downstairs. They might help if you take only half a dose.”