Re: Dream Log: Jude/Clem
You always did try to save every last person in this family. [It was true. If they all had roles, Jude's role was to be the person you called when things went wrong. Her momma always had her call Cal for them things, and even her daddy liked her clear of the Murphys when things got ugly, but she trusted Jude more than she probably should. She always had, and she wasn't real sure how much that trust had hurt them both in the past few months. But Clem wasn't real good at helping how she was, and she really didn't even cotton to trying.] You hiring people from the 20s and sending them to be eaten by the zombies? [There was teasing in her voice, because she didn't put that past him. She didn't expect him to come himself. He loved her, but he wasn't that kind of man. But paying folks? He'd always been real good at paying folks.
And the real funny thing about the dream? Was that it wasn't near as bad as the reality was. There was something otherworldly about the things chasing them, something from nightmares, and the real thing was flesh and bone and unrepentant.
She looked up at the legs, and she took his hand to climb. Soon as she did, the whole damn thing fell apart. The shadow disappeared, and the green grass turned red-on-red, bloody in a way that even her door wasn't. Those shots rang out again, and the screaming echoed on all that nothing. The zombies were still coming, but it wasn't anything huge standing behind them. It was their daddy, a disapproving look on his face.
Clem didn't even think to get away from the zombies that were thisclose with their snapping jaws. No, when daddy looked like that there was only one thing to do, and that was make it better.]