Incest and the Dead (Closed for JadeKnight)

Becky frowned at his comment. She looked at the plate. Half the eggs already gone and the bacon with some of the jerky on the side spread out, some of it eaten as well. She thought about it for a moment. He was right. It would take quite some time to get back to the states and supplies would be needed. She took another bite before looking up to her mother. "So, Mom..." she started. "Um, we're gonna have to go easy on some stuff until Jason can get us back home." She pushed away the plate, still hungry but she didn't want to eat much as to save it.

"Is it not good?" Abby asked looking to her daughter who had her arms crossed.

Becky waved her hands. "Yes mom, it was so good. But put some of it back in the fridge for later. We need to conserve it. That's all that Jason is explaining pretty much.."

Abby looked down at her plate. She hadn't eaten that much. She couldn't really stomach anything anyway. She pushed it back and stood up. "Sure. I'm sure there's a bowl around here I can put some of it in.." She walked to some of the cabinets, rifling through them for some sort of Tupperware.
 
Jason had finished his portion of eggs by the time Becky had pushed her plate away. Listening to the two of them talk about rationing their food for the time being was a good idea to him as well. He took a bite of jerky before standing up and leaving the rest on the plate.

"I'm going and see if replacing those fuses will get everything working again. If it does, I'll plot a course and one of you can steer while I catch some sleep."

Becky smiled and walked to her brother, kissing her brother on the cheek for a moment.

"I know you can get us out of here."

Becky went back to hunting some Tupperware as her brother left the kitchen. She found a couple of small containers and lids, handing them to her mother before leaning back against the counter.

"I know you probably don't want to think about it, but what will we do if there's more of those things in America?"

It actually didn't take but a few minutes to make sure all the right fuses were replaced. After turning off the boat and back on, all of the electronics were able to boot up. He found they were equipped with a high tech gps system, pinpointing their exact location, the fish sonar they had discovered earlier, and a two mile radius radar system. It all had to have cost a pretty penny for the guy.

Once he was able to get their position, he began to plot it on the table map. It turned out they were only a few hours from the closet island port heading north. Next he plot a course towards Miami, trying as best as he could. He figured his estimate might be close, but it looked like they could be at the island by noon that day. Miami looked to be another day from the island.

"Hopefully that will work."
 
Abby ignored her daughter for the time being. She didn't want to think about the worst possibility. That the world has gone to shit.

"Mom? What about if those things are there in the stat---" Becky started to speak again but was interrupted by her mother throwing up her hand.

Abby turned to face her. "Then the military will handle it. There wasn't any military on that island. God, there was barely a police force and that's probably why it got so bad. It was probably the Russians that caused that plague," she muttered placing the food in the containers. She had never been a conspiracy believer, but what else could have caused that...that hell? "Besides. We're safe now and Jason is fixing the boat. We'll be home soon and you'll be able to go to college. And so will he. Everything will be fine once we get back home.." She put the food in the fridge and turned to walk to where Jason was.

He had finished up it looked like when both of them walked in. "Are we close to home?" Becky asked looking to him, her eyes wide with hope.

Abby smirked placing her arms around her son. "My boy the mechanic. Your dad always said you were gifted." She smiled running her fingers through his hair.
 
He looked up for a moment as he heard them come in, his sister asking how close they were.

"If we go slow and keep on a steady course, it'll be a couple of days to reach the states."

Becky continued to smile as she went to the captain's chair and sat down. Jason smiled for moment as his mother wrapped her arms around him from behind and played with his hair.

"You're too kind mom. If one of you want to guide the boat on the course I plotted, I can get some sleep. Just try not to let me sleep too long, ok?"

He gently disengaged himself from his mother's grasp before giving both women a kiss on the cheek and headed into the bedroom to lay down.
 
Abby looked to her son who was clearly showing signs of exhaustion. "Sure. I can handle it.." she replied looking at the controls. Well, she should be able to. She used to handle her dad's boat just as much as he helped back when her parents were alive anyway. She stood there as he exited the room.

"Don't leave me with her!" Becky begged in a hushed tone but Jason continued on his way. She turned around. A slight smile on her lips. "Great.." She walked over and sat down. She looked around her. There were some magazines but they were nothing but boat magazines. She sighed looking to her mother.

The silence was deafening between them. The awkwardness. In all truth, Becky had been closer to her father than her own mother and Abby had been closer to Jason all those years while the kids were growing up. So right now, they didn't have anything to talk about.

Abby stood at the controls for a bit before her legs started to give way. She looked around, grabbing a chair to sit at the controls. Her eyes catching Becky's for a split moment. Her daughter not quite sure what to do or say. She just laid back on the sofa she was on and looked up at the ceiling. "So..." Abby managed to mutter.

Becky looked over the side of the sofa at her mom. "W-what?" she asked a bit scared as to what her mom might mention.

"You.. Um.. You dating anyone at home?" Abby asked fiddling with one of the controls while looking towards Becky.
 
Becky bit her bottom lip for a moment, wondering how she should answer the question. She finally shook her head after a few moments.

"Not anymore. Well, it was Greg who broke up with me."

Abby frowned for a moment, more concerned that her daughter had been dumped by a boy than the fact she had been hiding it.

"Why did he do that? You are a wonderful girl."

"It was because I wouldn't have sex with him."

Abby was still frowning when she turned to face her daughter.

"Well, high school isn't the time for fooling around for that. You should be focusing on keeping your grades up. Are you still a virgin?"

The question brought a blush to Becky face, since it had only been a little while she had given to her brother.

"MOM! What kind of question is that to ask?"

"I just want to make sure you've been making the right choices, that's all."
 
The awkwardness continued to rise between them. Becky could only lie. She wasn't wanting to outright lie, but what else could she do. "Of course, mom. I'm making all the right decisions. I am..." she paused. "I'm still a virgin." She looked away for a moment.

Abby looked her daughter over. She was hiding something, but should she pry? Of course! She's her mother. If she wasn't so involved, hell she wouldn't know anything about her, would she? No. She shook her head. Her daughter couldn't be a virgin. Her daughter was keeping something from her. She turned her attention back to the water. Looking ahead of the yacht to keep the course right.

"So who was he?" Abby asked breaking the silence.

Becky sat up, slamming her hands down on the sofa. "That's fucking it! I don't have to tell you anything!" she said getting up.

"Becky!" Abby exclaimed shocked. "Why are you so defensive? I'm just asking a simple question, alright?"

"Simple, my ass!" Becky continued. "You're prying into my private life. Don't you have something better to do, like...like kill something?"

"Like you killed your father!" Abby cried out, a tear falling down her face, to which both women looked away from one another. The silence enveloped them for the longest. Becky having her arms crossed as Abby moved a dial to adjust the trajectory of the yacht. "I'm sorry. I didn't me--"

"Don't even say it. I know what you meant. Hell. I bet you would have wanted to die at his hands. But then again -- that wasn't my daddy. T-that..that was some monster. Some ravenous fucking zombie.." Becky replied fighting back tears. "What was I supposed to do? Let that THING kill my mother? I don't think so."

Abby turned her gaze back to Becky. "Oh Becky.."
 
A tense silence hung between the women, tears streaming down Becky's face. So much had happened in such a short time, the teenager barely had time to register everything that had happened. She wasn't sure if her mother was trying to pity her or make her feel even more guilty. Either way, she couldn't handle it right now.

"I'm getting some sleep."

Becky made her way quickly out of the cabin and onto the back deck. She wanted to join her brother in the bed, but their mother would mostly yell at them. She spotted the deck lounger folded up against the rail. It took a few moments to unfold before she laid a towel over the plastic strips, laying down on it. She counted the stars till she fell asleep.

James had only managed to get a couple hours sleep before a sudden pain in his left ankle woke him up. Cursing, he sat up and looked at his ankle. It looked like he had a partial fingernail stuck under his skin. He wondered if it had broken off from one of the zombies during their escape. He sighed and went up to the cabin, seeing his mother alone.

"Can you grab the tweezers from the first aid kit?"

He sat down on the couch, propping his ankle up for her.
 
Abby looked towards her daughter. "Rebecca! Don't walk out on this.. We can talk about th--" but the door shut behind Becky and there was nothing more to be said. "Fuck," she cursed under her breath. She ran her fingers through her hair as she looked around the yacht. She couldn't handle it. This whole end-of-the-world thing was just too much. It was weighing on her head as she looked at the controls. Then she heard Jason behind her.

He was limping. "Oh god!" she rushed to get the first aid kit, looking at his ankle as she rifled through it. "Tweezers, right?" She placed her hands on either side of his leg.

It was swollen. "What is that?" she asked looking at it. "Doesn't seem to be anything major.. It is almost infected though.." She worked at it, moving the tweezers over it and looking up to him.

"Don't hate me after this.." she said applying pressure to the foreign object, pulling at it.
 
He grinned for a moment as she warned him not to hate her for pulling out the object.

"You could just kiss it like when I was younger."

He winced a little as the nail stayed with his skin for a few seconds before she was finally able to pull it out. He raised an eyebrow for a moment seeing the dirty fingernail between the tweezers.

"Must have gotten than when we were running from the zombies."

The ankle was a little swollen and red, but nothing seemed out of place. He rotated his foot between his mother's hands for a moment before smiling.

"Seems like everything is fine. How are we doing on the travel time?"
 
Looking back up at him as she pulled the obstruction from his ankle, she smiled. "Well, I guess I could, but.." she looked down at his ankle. "..but it's very swollen and..." She sighed thinking about her daughter and how she had stormed out to the deck in a huff earlier. She just didn't want her son to hate her as well. To despise her. What had she done wrong? Everything. She had done everything wrong.

"Seems like everything is fine. How are we doing on the travel time?" she heard Jason say, bringing her from her daze.

"Oh um.." she said wrapping his ankle in a light bandage to keep any further infection from getting into it. "I'm not sure about that, Jase.. You know me, I'm not good on the directional stuff like you are."

She walked over to the console. Looking out into the night, she sighed once more. "Did I do wrong raising you kids?" she asked him, turning her attention towards him as he neared her.
 
Jason smiled as he moved towards his mother, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders.

"I don't think you raised us wrong. I think things turned out well, other than our current situation. Neither Becky or I have ever been to jail or any other major trouble."

He kissed her lightly on her forehead for a moment.

"Anyone who says otherwise would be a fool."

He brought his mom close, giving her a tight hug for a moment before letting go.

"I can take over if you like. Maybe there's sone cards around somewhere we could play with to pass time."
 
Abby smiled as she was held by her son. He was so much like his father. Such a loving and caring person. Willing to do anything for anyone, no matter the cost. She looked around. "Perhaps there is something here we can do.." she looked back to him and smiled.

She walked around the cabin, looking through drawers.

"Nothing really that I can find, except these damned boating magazines.." she muttered with a chuckle. She plopped a few down on the table next to him.

She laughed again. "The guy sure had a thing for yachts. Perhaps it was an obsession.. Mid-life crisis much?" she said taking a jab at the man that had once hit on her and was now dead on the bottom of the bay floor back at the island.

She looked to Jason as she thumbed through one of the magazines. His hair hanging from his face as she smiled. "So. Um... What do we do to pass the time? Got anything new going on in College?"
 
Jason laughed for a moment at his mother's suggestion of telling about his time at college. He wasn't sure of what to talk about first. He decided first to tell her stories of some of the games he had been in during the school years. He tried not to be too boring for her, trying to liven things up. He told her ow he was planning on joining the navy after graduating, although her wasn't quite sure how she would take that.

He also decided to speed the yacht up a bit, to try and get them a little faster to the island. He figured that they would be able to refuel once there. He even told of a couple of the wild parties he had attended, though he claimed to have stayed out of trouble. He judged they had a couple hours to the island when he smiled to her.

"So what wild things did you get into while I was gone?"


Meanwhile, the island city of Kaluca, which they were headed for, had some very strange things going on. For one, the island was completely deserted. The island had been evacuated due to the gatheringstorm the family had just went through, and it was heading there as well. It was forecasted to become a hurricane in a few hours, but that had been only spread to the island.
 
Abby smiled and listened intently as he explained all the games he had attended and parties he had been to. All the crazy things he had gotten into. She couldn't help but laugh at a few of the things he spoke of because of how crazy he explained them. Hands waving and laughs were had. Then his question to her came. "Me? Crazy things?" she laughed. "Pfft. As if," she muttered. "Your dad and I are very homely. Well," she paused looking at the magazine. "Were very homely. Guess I'm still trying to get used to this. I know I've been hard on your sister."

She flipped through a few of the pages before continuing. "We went to your aunt's wedding reception ... again. But this time, she left him at the altar. Kind of an awkward thing. At least mom and dad didn't have to pay for it this time like they had all those times before.." she spoke recalling memories of her parents.

She looked to him before glancing out on the horizon. "Clouds are building. Are we sure we should be going that way she asked?"
 
He laughed for a moment hearing about what happened at his aunt's wedding.

"She was always fickle when it came to men it seems. Maybe she'll find someone next time."

He looked towards the horizon where his mother was looking, shaking his head for a moment.

"Weather on the ocean can be fickle, or so Grandpa told me. The distance can play with your eyes and mind, so than sometimes that seems near could be miles away. We just have to see how things play out."

He tapped on the monitor display showing their fuel at just under half.

"Besides, I am not sure we have enough to make it all the way back to Florida with what we have. I can speed up a little faster so we get to the island sooner. I would suggest a fill-up, plus a couple of extra gas cans of fuel in case."

He glanced at their position for a moment before pushing the speed a little faster.

"We can make the island by sunup. Do you want to stay with the boat or go get supplies? Becky will probably need to go to help carry things either way."
 
The sweet memory of Jason hanging around her dad all those times -- fiddling with the boats and other mechanics that she hadn't cared about all those years ago even when she was a child. She was brought back to the present when he asked her about whether or not she would be staying on the boat. She looked to him, her eyes then downcast.

"I think it's best that I stay with the boat. Someone might try to take it if..." she paused.. "...if there happens to be the same stuff on that island as there was on the last one.. But what are the chances at that?" she said with a small smile.

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Many hours passed. The sun went down and was on the verge of coming up again. Becky wandered inside just as the island was coming into view. She yawned seeing her mother. She turned her head away for a moment until she noticed her adoring brother. "Um, are we back home yet?" she asked.

"No. You've got to go onto the shore with Jason.. We're out of fuel," Abby responded..

"Was I talking to you?" Becky asked looking to her mother in a rude way.
 
Jason sighed for a moment as Becky snapped at their mother as she did. He shook his head for a moment.

"Becky, this isn't the time for fighting. Ok?"

She stuck her tongue out at him for a moment before crossing her arms.

"Fine, but she started it."

Jason shook his head again and pulled out a pair of binoculars he had found earlier, tossing them to his sister. She yelped as she had to react to catch them.

"What are these for?"

"When I stop in a few moments, you'll need to check out the island and where the fuel pump is."

"Fine."

He smiled a little as she left the cabin and moved around to the bow of the yacht as he slowed to a stop a half-mile from the island.
 
Abby lowered her head as she took a seat near the back of the cabin. She was just determined to keep to herself the rest of the trip home. This was too much. Her daughter hated her. But for good reason. She had blamed her for the death of her husband but in truth -- had he already been dead? James wouldn't have acted like that. That wasn't like him.

Becky moved to the bow. She turned the binoculars around in her hands as she figured out how to use them. She pulled them up to her eyes and looked towards the shore.

She used the dial to zoom in a bit. "To the east side, Jason!" she called back inside. "There's a...a gas station. Yeah. And the doors are boarded up though.."

She panned the binoculars back across the island and looked. "Oh Jase!" she called back in. "Doesn't look like to be any of them on the island. Doesn't look to be anyone really.."

She walked back in. "Pull us up. I'll go grab the weapons.." she said heading up the stairs.
 
He hmmed hearing the good news at no sign of zombies on the island, but frowned hearing of no other signs of life. Instead of approaching the gas station, he cut the engines. He grabbed the flare gun and a flare, loading it as he stepped outside.

"First we gotta see if there's anyone around."

He held the flare gun up, firing it. The bright white flare lit up the sky as it soared into the air a hundred feet before slowly arcing downward. Not seeing any signs of activity on the water or land, Becky confirmed no one was around.

"I'll take it in slow so you can tie us up sis."

Becky nodded and soon they were docked at the gas station. It didn't take a few seconds for her to tie the boat up next to the locked gas station. Jason grabbed a crowbar before giving his mom a hug.

"Be safe mom. Keep the gun close."

He climbed off after Becky, smiling to her.

"Why don't you go and see what you can find while I fuel up? I'll try to find you if you aren't back when I am done."
 
Abby kept quiet looking to her son as both her children disappeared off the deck of the yacht. She stood up, her arms crossed across her chest as she kept watch until they weren't within clear sight. She sat back down looking at the gun that he had left on the table next to her. Just what would she do with it? Kill more of those zombies? But no, there couldn't be more of them on this island. It was only on the other island. Not here. Not the entire world. That was just unheard of. Zombie apocalypse. She chuckled a bit as her thoughts became a bit outrageous and began skimming through a magazine.

Becky followed her brother as he walked up to the gas pumps. She looked around and noticed the door to the gas station was propped open with a board. "Uh yeah.. sure. I'll find what I can.."

She walked on, slinging the backpack over her shoulder as she walked inside the gas station. She held onto the machete as she flashed the flashlight. The store was seemingly ransacked but overall, still stocked.

She looked through the shelves. The lights didn't work in the store, which she could only hope the pumps still worked for her brother. She grabbed some emergency flares and some bungee cords, stuffing them in the bottom of the sack. Anything would be good to help, she thought.

She walked around to the food area and noticed that bugs had gotten to the fresh stuff, but the packaged food was still good. "Twinkees.. Beanee Weenees.. and.." she paused looking at the other stuff. "..god. Twizzlers. Chips. and cola.." she kept stuffing the bag with what she could find and grabbed a box of Sasquatch jerky, extra batteries as well.

She stopped on the way out, a noise coming from behind the counter.

"Hello?" Becky paused, walking over to the counter, the protective glass having been shot out and shattered all over the floor. She jumped over the glass covered counter seeing a man hunched over, he was covered in blood. "Um, mister?" she asked then she saw the shotgun on the floor. A few shells nearby, scattered.

Grunting and growling in a low tone, the man shook, turning towards the noise. Becky gasped. "Oh fuck!" she pulled back the machete as he jumped at her. He was a zombie. She brought the machete down on his head as he was inches from her face, blood dripping down from his loose jowl and messed up teeth, the blood drops falling on her breasts. "God, gross.." she hissed as she pushed him back with her foot pulling the machete free. The body fell backwards as she looked to the shotgun. She gathered what shells she could.

"Only six shells left?" she said tossing them in her pockets before going to jump over the counter again. She grabbed a few lighters and bottles of beer, tossing them into the knapsack as well before heading out the door.

"Jason!" she called out. "There was one inside. We better hurry up. There might be more!" she said rushing across the parking lot to him, the bag heavy on her shoulder as she carried both the machete and the newly found shotgun.
 
After seeing Becky head into the gas station, Jason turned his attention to the pumps. They had been padlocked and chained, but he was able to break the lock off with a rock that was next to one of them. When he pulled the nozzle off and tested it, the pumps seemed to run on a backup power supply separated from the gas station.

He also spotted two five gallon gas can that were empty against the pump that someone forgot. He filled the two of them up and placed them in the back of the boat when he heard Becky yelling. He waved to her as she continued to run over to him, proceeding to fill the yacht.

"What did you say?"

He looked up as she dropped off the backpack, carrying a shotgun as well. He figured that would come in handy.

"I killed a zombie in the gas station."

He frowned for a moment and shook his head as he continued to fill the tank. He knew they probably shouldn't upset their mother yet.

"No, don't tell her. Just drop that stuff off for her. We can try a couple more stores before heading off. You know, just in case."

Becky gave a little smirk before taking the backpack inside. She dropped it off on the kitchen table before poking her head into the cabin.

"I put some supplies in the kitchen. Jason and I will be back soon."

She left before their mother could say a word, stepping onto the pier as her brother reseated the gas nozzle.

"Ready sis?"
 
Becky walked in and dropped off the supplies in a rush, much to Abby's surprise she didn't speak to her. But then again, she wasn't really speaking to her. Anything her daughter spoke to her was usually filled with hateful tones. She sighed as she began to sort through what they had found and watched them run down the pier.

"There's a sign around the block. Seems we can check in there.." Becky said running with her brother.

Her mind instantly shot to the possibility that there might be other zombies around this island. Or in fact, the whole world. She couldn't think clearly. She stopped before they got to the other store. The windows broken through and a car crashed into the side.

"Jason.." she paused to speak.

She looked to him, raising her head and holding the machete on her shoulder. "They aren't all gone from the storm. They've become them, haven't they?" She pointed towards the store and turned his attention towards a shadow in the store, stumbling about.

"What if this is the same way in the states? What then, big brother?" she asked, her eyes seeking his for some kind of answer.
 
Jason pursed his lips for a moment at Becky's question, the same thought having crossed his mind earlier. He didn't voice that opinion earlier, since he had thought of it while spending time with his mother. It wouldn't do to upset her anymore than she already was. However Becky seemed to grip the reality of things better.

"I'm not sure. We can only hope that the police and military can take care of things or at least have them under control by the time we get back."

He gave her a smile for a moment before putting his free hand reassuringly on her shoulder for a moment. She smiled and put her free hand on his before moving towards the store. The store turning out to be a camping supply store, something that would be useful for them later.

Jason pushed the door open first, stepping on a few pieces of broken glass from where the car had impacted. The undead driver had been trapped inside, but had been quiet untill it caught sight of the sibblings. It began trashing about inside the car, trying to get free without success. Becky stuck her tongue out at the thing as she followed her brother.

He laughed for a moment before kissing her cheek lightly.

"No teasing the dead. Why don't you take a cart and gather some more supplies? I'll take a second one and get some myself. Be careful."

A rack of small pushcarts were scattered in the floor from the impact of the car.
 
Becky righted a cart and looked to her brother. "Right. I'll head to this side of the store and you go to the other." She headed off in her decided direction and looked over her shoulder a few times, checking her surroundings. There could be more of 'them' here and she didn't want to be caught off-guard. She looked to the shelves and there was plenty of supplies they could use. Not much had been taken. Probably nobody thought to save anything or knew how to use any of it, then again -- they could have probably turned by the time that they realized it.

She grabbed some heavy metal stakes, used for pitching tents. A few tarps and some Coleman propane tanks. There were plenty in stock, many already put together because of the packaging. She looked around and noticed there wasn't much more that she could use except for the backpacks. The one they had was stuffed and they would each need one to equalize the weight of everything needed.

She grabbed a few and decided to head over to Jason's side of the store. "Jason?" she whispered, a bit of loudness in her voice but not enough to draw attention.
 
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