Everything is still moving in a timely manner, which means that I’m still looking for Resistant to go on sale at the end of September.
Anyway, on to the excerpt. This scene is a continuation from my last post. I hope you enjoy it.
The zombie herd was dwindling to a few stragglers, and if we were going to pick up a broadcast, it would be then, and I was right. Just as the last of the zombies disappeared down the road, Daniel stumbled onto a station. The voice coming from the radio was female and though static broke most of her words, we got that she was broadcasting from Missouri and that she had news about the herds, about why they were going south, but so much of the broadcast was distorted that it was hard to make out. I thought I heard something about a bomb and war, but thought surely I was wrong. Daniel heard the same things I did, but also assumed that he hadn’t heard her correctly.
Half an hour later, we were heading back home. I fiddled with the radio, trying to pick up other broadcasts while we both ruminated on what we might have heard. When we got back to camp, what information we did pick up or thought we picked up from the woman was the focus of our discussion, which Daniel and I both preferred. We wanted our engagement to be ours for as long as possible. Eventually, someone would see the ring, would ask questions, but until then we enjoyed our secret.
No one had had an actual wedding in so long I couldn’t remember the last couple to get married. Most people simply moved in with one another, announced that they were married, and we accepted it. Daniel didn’t want this though, and I was glad he told me so the following afternoon after we had woken and made love again.
“I want us to have a wedding. I know it is ridiculous, but I want one. I want to see you dressed in a pretty dress. To see you walk down an isle toward me. I want to exchange vows that will link us together for eternity. I want to say ‘I do’ and kiss you in front of the entire camp,” he said softly, while stroking my back.
All of it sounded perfect, but a part of me was reluctant. I worried that the others might resent us for it. Besides, we didn’t have a priest, preacher, justice of the peace, or anyone else authorized to preform weddings. At least, not that I was aware. I relented, but asked him if we could wait awhile before doing it. I wanted to wait to see what was going on with the zombies. Wanted to go to Missouri and find the woman on the radio to see what she knew. What I didn’t tell him was that I wanted him to be sure he wanted to do this, and to be sure he loved me. What he was feeling for me might be a temporary thing. We hadn’t been together for very long, so he might change his mind once he got to know me. I didn’t voice any of that last bit, of course. He would have argued with me, denied that he could be settling or only feeling lustful because he had gone so long without.
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