Re: Maggie, Amelia & Joshua
Gone ahead. [It was clipped, the sparsity of information was information in the room that felt like a heat-box, the stench crawling the walls. Maggie didn't even feel her stomach roll over, too used to the infestation of that rotting smell creeping into clothes and onto skin. There was no more information to give, not legitimately, and she watched the kid burrow like if he closed his eyes tight enough he'd wake up somewhere that smelled nice, and was artificially cool where Mommy could read him a story and tuck him in. Maggie envied the kid. Dreaming was the providence of kids and idiots.]
Gonna need to make it to the courtyard. [And she didn't say it was risky and she didn't say there was a high likelihood that they wouldn't make it, because she thought that was fucking clear, with the dead reeling out of spaces they'd thought shut tight. Her keys were a jangle in her fist, the car parked in the courtyard where the dead swarmed like buzzards.] I'm going to take the gun. Make a distraction. You're going to run like hell the minute you hear the shot.
[A tight smile that lacked all warmth. She was figuring out the likelihood she'd die first.] Spare key's in the glove box.