8. Finally, A Familiar Face
When I woke up I swore all of this was just some dream. But it wasn't. I went downstairs to the kitchen and saw Niall in sweatpants cooking bacon and eggs. "Where are the others?" I asked noticing how quite it was. Niall jumped at my voice. He turned around smiling big. "They're just outside. Scoping things out." He placed the food on a plate and handed it to me. "The maker of this place wants to visit with us later." He gave me the information like it's no big deal. Maker? Quite houses? No zombies? FOOD?? "Niall, this doesn't feel right." I played with my food as he finished his. He gave me a questioned look with a mouth full of orange juice. "Niall. How is it so quite. How have they kept this place safe. How?" I crossed my arms in discomfort. "Babe. Let's not worry about that right now. We'll worry about it when we meet this person." He reached over the table and rubbed my arm. Goosebumps rose up on my arms. I stared down at my arms for quite some time. "Eat up." He pointed at my food.
After we got dressed and ate we headed over to the "main house". This house was bigger and brighter than the others. Like it was seeking attention. A sick feeling in my stomach occurred once as we stepped over the side walk. The instinct I had was telling me to pull out my knife and go hay wire. The bodyguard sitting at the front door stood up and gave us a glare. "Who are you?" His deep voice rumbled in his chest. "Niall and this is my girlfriend Nina." Niall stepped forward to shake his hand. But the bodyguard didn't even flinch. Niall saw that he was rejected and took a step back. "We were told to come meet the Maker." Niall uneasily explained. I stared down the bodyguard and looked over his details. He had a pink bumpy scar above his lip on the top right. He had large muscles that could break someone in half. And his voice completely fit his description. Scary and mean. He looked like he killed a couple dozen of people. He radioed someone, letting them know we're here. A few minutes passed and a pathetic sounding voice told the mean bodyguard to let us in. The bodyguard moved aside. Niall opened the front door, letting me walk in first. Another bodyguard was standing behind the door waiting for us. But this bodyguard was decent looking. He had no visible scars, pale skin, and was scrawny. He led us down a semi dark hallway. He opened the last door on the right. Pictures of forest and farms were all over the hallway.
"Please come in." My heart stopped at the sound of that voice. It can't be.