“The walkie you stole only communicates with the rest of the compound walkies,” Bea answered tersely. “And you’ll be giving it back to me when we reach the fucking truck.” God, why couldn’t teenagers just be smart enough not to do stupid shit? And why did she get herself in the middle of things? Oh right, her bad luck. It probably didn’t help that she couldn’t muster much sympathy for the injury either. “Wrist is better than ankle.” And if Nick notices the lack of mercy, well, she doesn’t fucking care.
She didn’t love the way Nick seemed to be a little twitchy about the zombies out front either. Usually meant someone was scared out of their mind, which had the possibility of getting the both of them in a bad situation. She wanted to avoid that as much as possible. “You know how to shoot that?” She hoped so, but wasn’t going to put a lot of stock in either. She’d had to get out of worse things with more useless people than Nick.
Not bleeding. Good. And anxious to be gone. Even better. Bea was only a little pissed off that this was fucking with her plans to clear out a couple buildings. She’d have to come back another day, when she didn’t have an injured teenager on her heels.
Bea shook her head. “A couple of blocks over,” she said. “Streets are clear enough too, but that Waker is making a fucking racket so we need to move.” She stepped her way back through the shop, almost tempted to put Nick in front of her so she could see both the girl and anything that came at them. But given the level of fear she was reading, it was probably a better idea to keep her behind, at least for now. She didn’t need the girl screaming if a zombie came at her.
Fuck. Nick shouldn’t even be out here, not by herself. Bea was all for enabling and letting people do the shit that they wanted, but Nick was one of those people that gave off that vibe that she was more than happy to stay inside walls and away from gnashing teeth and runs for fucking toothpaste. So what the hell had her out in Ossining by herself? Was it any of Bea’s business? No, not really.
The two of them slid through the backroom easy enough, and once they’d hit the alley Bea took a deep breath, looked at Nick and said, “Sprinting from here is stupid as fuck, so we’re going to do this as quickly as possible and quietly. Got it?” A question that wasn’t a question at all. She wasn’t given the teenager time to say yes or no before she was headed for the alley exit, hugging the brick wall as she moved and darted out to the street, winding her way around the debris, retracing her steps and keeping her eyes focused on catching an movement they needed to worry about.