This Would Be Paradise (Book 2)-A Zombie Novel

Chapter 29

Once we had our food, we sat down at one of the last empty tables. I ate slowly, buying time and making sure I was seen. I made sure to make eye contact with Wyatt as he passed by. John waved to add to the illusion. Once the party got in full swing, John would slip out first then Roy and I a bit later. John then would scope out the condo and area making sure there was no one inside or around that would catch us.

After an hour, John gave me the signal. I nodded slightly to let him know I saw. John walked out the front doors, smiling politely at people as he passed; even stopping once to strike up a conversation. He was pretty good at being inconspicuous; must have been all that military training.

Next to leave was Roy. He walked over to Amanda who barely paid him any mind as she was currently playing with the other kids and told her he was just going back to the condo for a bit. She nodded absently and shooed him away. Most likely she wouldn't even notice his absence. Ten minutes after he left, I told Zoe that I was having stomach issues and said I was going to use the bathroom back at my condo.

She told me to take some Pepto and I was in the clear. Just before I could make it to the door, I was stopped by Wyatt. For a brief second I feared that our plan had been foiled.

"Where are you taking off to?" he asked, his tone friendly but firm.

I placed my hand on my stomach, "It's kind of embarrassing, but I need to use the washroom."

"Why not use the one here?"

"I'd rather this bathroom trip be in the privacy of my own washroom, if you catch my drift," I said, faking embarrassment.

He nodded, "I'm sure Oscar can grab you some medicine after."

"We have some Pepto back at the condo I was planning on taking."

"Well, I hope it helps so you can hurry back. Do you think you'll still be able to make your trip tomorrow?" Wyatt asked. Byron must have already filled him in.

"I think so, it's not the flu or anything."

"I hope your trip goes smoothly." I guess he wouldn't be seeing us off in the morning then.

With that, he turned to another person who had grabbed his attention. Looks like I'd have to come back and make sure Wyatt saw me. I hurried out the door, the fresh air slapping me in the face. The clubhouse had been stifling with all the accumulated bodies inside and heated food.

Walking at a faster than average pace, I went to meet Roy at the condo. The sun was almost done its nightly descent, casting shadows all over the road. It would have been better had the sun been completely down, but we only had a small window to do this.

"Finally!" Roy exclaimed as I opened the door.

He had been in the middle of pacing.

"Sorry, had to make up an excuse when Wyatt stopped me."

"Think we should continue with the plan?"

"If you want out, you can stay here," I said.

"No way. Besides you need someone to get you inside." He lifted the screwdriver in his hand.

"Alright then, let's go."

Together we took the long way around to Wyatt's condo to avoid being seen. We dashed into his little backyard where John was crouched waiting for us.

"'bout damn time," John said quietly.

"Anyways," I ignored his comment, "is it all clear inside?"

"There's no movement or light inside and no one's come or gone since I've been waitin' here."

Roy went up to the bedroom window and jimmied the window latch with the screwdriver. After a few tries he was able to slide the window open and pop out the screen. Once again I was glad I had lost weight, it would make it easier to fit through the window.