For nearly thirty seconds Nick wasn’t even sure if she had imagined the voice over the walkie, or if it had truly been someone. How long does it take to go crazy? She wondered, knowing she had only been in the closet for an hour tops, that wasn’t long enough, was it?
It had to have been a real person. She – Nick was positive it was a she – had been talking like she knew the person on the other end of the walkie. With her good hand she held the talk button down on the walkie again.
“Are you in Ossining?” She had meant to say something else, but that was the first thing she had blurted out once the talk button had been pressed. Hope was bubbling up inside of her. If this woman wasn’t in Sing Sing it meant maybe she could come get her. “I-I’m stuck in the hardware store.”
Again she found herself staring at the walkie as she waited for some kind of response, her fears mounting as she heard more and more movement outside of the shop. At any moment she knew one of the infected could happen upon her and with an injured wrist she had no idea if she could even shoot – or if she would avoid freezing up again.
Stupidly she held the button down again. “P-Please come get me,” later she would regret the vulnerability and fear she heard in her own voice. Nick tried to appear tough and most days it worked, but in this moment all she could think about was being rescued.
Please She had long ago given up on believing in God. But if he was real and out there, she hoped he would hear her and maybe see fit to not abandon her to her death here in this dank little closet.