Visitors

I freeze and Duke gives a low bark and a growl. Conor comes over to me and slips a hand into mine. Max goes to the door and slowly opens it.

“Yes?” he says.

I can’t see the person on the other side but I can hear them.

“You are the ones that the military are looking for,” the person says. He sounds like a middle-aged male, and he smells human.

Max pauses and then nods.

“We will tell them but only after you leave. They say that you are like the zombies but you aren’t. You have a child and a dog.”

Max raises an eyebrow. “We do.”

“So we are letting you leave.”

“This is a trap?” Max asks.

“Yes, but not for you,” the voice sounds almost panicky. “It’s to find other survivors.”

Max nods. “We will leave soon. Can you tell them we are on foot?”