"What do you mean?" She asked him blankly, her usual tone of voice rocketing about three pitches too high. She looked down at him on the floor wondering why he was down there. It occurred to her paranoid state of mind that maybe there was reason to hide.
"Where did Faith go? She shouldn't have left. Damn!" Emily exclaimed as she grabbed Dean's hand. "C'mon." She whispered, tugging him to his feet and then quickly pulling him over to the closet.
Faith's house was large, overwhelmingly large to most and the closets were no exception. Emily had been thrilled to find out how large her walk-in closet was, and now she was just happy for the shelter. She pushed Dean inside and closed the door, turning off the light. Falling to her hands and knees on the floor she tugged him towards the closet where she already had a stockpile of weapons, canned food and first aid supplies.
She found the flashlight and turned it on, casting a dim glow over the maze of cardboard and blankets lining the closet. Her heart pounded in her chest as she pressed her back into the wall, her fingers clasping over his arm for a few moments. When no one came she released her grip on him. "We can stay here for awhile but then we have to move on." She told him.