She nodded and went down the hall to her room. Lydia felt like her body was on auto pilot as she walked around her room and grabbed what she needed. She threw clothes in her book bag and walked over to her book shelf. Inside her copy of Pride and Prejudice was an envelope with money in it from birthdays and other money giving occasions.
Her dad taught her to save; he taught her a lot that she hoped would come in handy. Lydia grabbed her laptop off her desk and stuffed it in another bag. Before she could think of everything she was giving up Lydia walked out of her room and shut the door. “I’ll drive.” Dante said as she locked the front door.
Lydia shook her head and held out her hand, “I’ll drive, you need some rest and I need a distraction.” “Are you sure?” She nodded and got in driver’s seat. Lydia put her seat belt on and looked over at Dante.
He looked over at her with sad eyes. She put the car in park and turned towards him, “Look, I don’t need you to keep looking at me, waiting for me to break. I’m not going to burst into tears and want you to coddle me like a child. Let’s just go find your family, make sure they’re okay and then go find Uncle Henry.”
Dante nodded and put on his seat belt, “Okay, whatever you say.” Speaking of those emotions that she didn’t want to come out. Lydia swallowed the lump in her throat and put the car in drive. When she got to the end of the street she saw someone walking down the middle of the road. Lydia sighed and put the car in park.
She was about to take off her seat belt but Dante reached his hand over. “What are you, he shook his head, what’s wrong?” “Lock the doors and keep driving.” She rolled her eyes and went for the door again but he stopped her,
“You’re getting on my nerves with that, what’s your problem? It’s probably just some drunk guy.” He shook his head, “It’s not and he’s coming closer.” Lydia was about to tell him that he was acting crazy until the guy stepped right in front of the headlights. His shirt was white, which made the blood stains noticeable.
He twitched and snarled, flailing his arms as if he were fighting the air. Lydia slowly reached for the lever and put the car in reverse. She slowly took her foot off the brake. The car receded away from the guy. “Crap, he’s still coming.” “Hold on.” Dante leaned over and turned off the head lights.
Lydia gently placed her foot on the gas and accelerated the car backwards. The guy walked over to the sidewalk and stared up at the light post. She backed the car into the driveway behind them and sped off in the opposite direction. She kept looking behind them to make sure the guy was no longer following, even when they were blocks away.
“Okay, I’m going to ask. What the was up with that guy? I thought he was just drunk but he was acting like a freaking zombie and I’m pretty sure he had blood stains on his shirt.” “He did, I told you anything I tell you won’t make sense. We just need to get as far away from here as possible and we can’t trust anyone. You never know who might be sick.”
“I think he was more than sick, Lydia made a last minute decision to make a left which earned her a glare from Dante, look if there is a crazed maniac on the loose I have to tell my friend.” “Lydia, we don’t have time. This sickness is clearly spreading. We need to get out of here before they set up quarantine stations and check points.”
“You really think that kind of thing could happen here?” “If they want to keep the infection from spreading than yes." She turned onto the street where the party was earlier and only found a few cars. The flashing disco light cased reds, greens and blues shades onto the front lawn.
“Okay, I’m just going to go in here quick and make sure my friend is okay.” “How do you know she is in there?” “We were here earlier tonight, she reached for the door and said over her shoulder, and she’s actually a he.”
Dante got out of the car and followed her up to the house, “Is he your boyfriend?” Lydia shook her head, “No, he’s an asshole but he’s still my friend and I don’t want anything to happen to him.”
Dante put his hand up to stop Lydia from going any further. She looked at the front door, which was open. There were scuff marks on it from muddy boots or sneakers. Dante gently kicked open the door and peered inside. Before Lydia could move he grabbed her arm and dragged her away, “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” She yelled and pulled away from him.
He pulled Lydia towards him and grabbed her by her shoulders, “Lydia, you’re going to have to trust me okay. You don’t want to go in there. I told your dad that I would protect you so please let’s just get back in the car and leave, okay?”