The Warm Plague. Camila 'Armory Princess' 6

Marks Group. Chapter two part three

Continuation of part two



      Greg walked further into the women's bathroom with a smile on his face. My heart beat wildly in my chest, and my mouth went dry.
"What are you doing in here?" I said with worry leaking into my voice.
He leaned up against the sink counter, a smile still thick on his lips.                
"Sorry to come in like this but we have a rule at the Armory I forgot to mention before." He said resting his hands on his lap.
 I clenched my hands behind my back, unsure of him.
"What rule is that?" I said harshly as he interlocked his fingers.
"Well we have to check every new comer for bites of course. My men really should have done it sooner before letting you in." He said standing and moving towards me.
He grinned "The order to do so must have been lost in all the chaos." He said.
I narrowed my eyes, "I can assure you I haven't been bitten."
He was standing directly in front of me now, and I had to look up to see into his eyes. They were dark brown almost black.
"Now you know I can't just take your word for that dear." He said looking down at me, his eyes wondering across my green tee.
I frowned, 'If it was anyone but him I would simply comply but Greg gives me the creep vibe.' I thought to myself as he looked at me.
'But Cindy needs a goodnight's sleep and meal, I can put up with him.' I thought to myself sighing.
"Make it quick." I said while gritting my teeth, he gave me a grin and I raised my arms up.
He walked behind me and patted up my ankles and legs trying to feel for the swelling of a bite wound. He brushed his hands up my hips and around my sides; my mouth was hurting from me clenching my teeth.
"So far so good." He said, I didn't feel like he was actually talking about the search for wounds.
He slid his hands under my jack and around my shoulders and back.


    He felt up my neck and around the scalp I could feel his breath on my neck, I narrowed my eyes and put my arms down.
All done?"  I said harshly.                              
I felt him bring my short hair behind my ears and breathe on my neck one more time before he stepped away.
"All done, you're in the clear." He said.
"I told you that." I said making my way towards the door, my hands clenched at my side again.
He didn't stop me from walking away so I pushed the door open and walked out. If I stayed in the room any longer, I wouldn't be able to control my anger. I walked down the loft stairs and went to the dining area; the tables were filled up now with the people that had been unloading supplies. I took my seat next to Cindy; she was done with her plate and had her arms crossed on the table with her chin on her hands listening to Mark talk about video games.
He cocked his head at me noticing my unhappy look, "Don't ask." I said picking up my fork and eating the hot dogs.
Greg walked down the stairs a few moments later and addressed all of the people eating.
"My fellow survivors, today we had a successful run. We were able to gather a lot of supplies. Sadly we did lose a truck but we found three new survivors." He said loud enough for everyone to hear, he picked up a glass.
"We welcome them to our group; those of us left in New York will survive this plague together." He said raising the glass and everyone raised theirs.
"So cheers to all of us. To good health and safety!" He clinked against the glasses around him and drank, and cheers rang out around us. I clanked my glass with some people I didn't know and went back to finishing my meal.


     When dinner was over, the other survivors went to the cot area; the time was in the early morning hours now. Some light was rolling in from the second story windows, the ones on the ground level were bricked up. I had changed into a black tee and blue jeans while the blond women who had been cooking dinner washed my clothes along with Mark and Cindy's. Mark had said his good nights and headed to a free cot, I was still too pissed off from before to fall asleep. I walked over to where I saw Cindy was sitting on a couch reading an old magazine. She wasn't up for sleep either, and I couldn't blame her.
"What's up kiddo?" I said sitting next to her. She had changed into some fluffy pink pj's, her black hair looking tangled hung over her shoulder.  
I took a seat next to her dropping my backpack at my feet.
"Not much reading about some dead celeb." She said still looking at the magazine,
"Fun?" I asked smiling. She put the magazine on the small table and laid back on the couch.
"Not really..." She said fiddling with her hair. She tried to run her fingers through its length but it got stuck, she frowned.
"Need help with that?" I asked as I reached into my back pack and pulled out a brush.
"Yea, its super knotted." She said pulling her fingers from her hair. I smiled and crossed my legs on the couch as she sat with her back to me. I pulled her hair back onto her back and started to run the comb through it slowly.
"So what's on your mind Cindy?" I said working on the knots.
"Just you know, where my brother is." She said calmly as I continued to brush.
I furrowed my brow in confusion, "What do you mean?" I asked still combing.
"I mean where his soul is, I know he's dead and isn't going to get back up. Where do you think he is?" She said as I finished on the knots and started to braid her hair.
"Oh, I don't know. Depends on what you believe, I'm sure his soul is somewhere happy and safe." I said as I weaved her hair into a long black braid.
"Yea I hope so, have you ever lost a family member?" She asked me.
I paused and then said "Yea my mother, when I was about your age." A lump formed in my throat.
"I'm sorry, what happened?" she asked turning around as I finished her braid and tied it off.


      Her face was full of young curiosity and I knew telling her would help her deal with the loss of Hank.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "She was sick for a long time, a rare blood disease. She held out for as long as she could but in the end she couldn't beat it." I said frowning remembering my mother.
"What did it feel like losing her?" she asked curiosity still plain on her face.
I flexed my fingers on the knees of my pants, "It was hard, it hurt that she was gone. I rebelled after that for long time. My father did his best to take care of me but I missed her." I looked at Cindy; she has playing with her braid watching me talk.
"Do you still miss her?" She asked a frown on her face. I thought for a moment looking at her. Her eyes were still red from crying before.
"You never stop missing them Cindy, but life goes on and they would want us to move on and be happy." I said looking into her eyes; a small tear was rolling down her pale freckled cheek.
"I know, I just miss him a lot. It doesn't feel like he's dead." She said brushing away the tear and looking down at my bag.
I nodded, "This world has taken so much from all of us." I said softly as Cindy continued to look at my backpack.
"So what do you keep in there?" She asked changing the subject.
I opened the side pocket of the backpack and pulled out a small stuffed bag, I pulled it onto my lap and opened it. Cindy's eyes gleamed as she saw me pull out a ruby necklace.
"How about we make you look like a princess?" I said with a smile on my face. She nodded happiness was returning to her face and happiness filled me as we picked out jewels to put on her.



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