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They had packed up and left another temporary home base last night and had been moving ever since. Charles had chosen to drive well into the night to put some space in between them and the herd thst had been moving in. Luckily they had been out on a run when they spotted the herd and had been able to pack up and leave before it arrived. They needed to find somewhere defensible but with only him and Sarah they had little hope of that, clearing a location enough that they could sleep safely was sometimes difficult and they found themselves sleeping in the Knight on more nights then he would like.
Despite himself he chuckled when he saw the old sign welcoming them to North Carolina, as if borders mattered in this world. The sun was finally coming up and it was quite a scenic ride. They were miles from any city and Charles only saw an occasional growler here or there. He had needed to navigate around one that had been in the road but he saw it far enough away to avoid swerving. He looked back at Sarah, asleep in the back and smiled slightly.
"Hey sleeping beuty, we just passed into North Carolina, the signs still there. I'm gonna look for a place to pull over and eat, maybe there is a gas station we could stop at somewhere. Most places out here have back up generators that we could use to get the pumps running."
Sarah sat up slowly, having heard him. She knew it was not anything serious , by how he spoke to her. She stretched and then frowned, "I thought you were gonna wake me up..." she looked outside, "by the looks of it, you drive all night." She pushed the blanket down and shifted, crawling up to the passenger seat. "I told you not to do that." She leaned over a bit, and reached out to touch his arm, "I'm not that fragile..I can do my share." She grinned at him, then touched the cross necklace at her throat, "Well, it might not be the best, but the sun came up and I know today is going to be a good day." She smiled over at him, "I feel it." She slipped her coat on, and then pulled a map out of the glove box, "Ok,North Carolina, what route are we on?" Her fingers were playing over the page.
"I just felt like driving. You know how I get sometimes."
He said, scanning the road ahead for any sign of a gas station. Her touch on his arm was electric, but he acted like it was nothing. Memories flooded his mind of that night.
He smiled at her announcement that today was going to be a good day. She was always saying things like that. He might have gone insane a long time ago if it wasn't for her infectious optimism.
"If my memory serves me were on route 64. I'm not sure because non of the rout signs are up. Well more specifically those that are have been covered in graffiti from people looking for other people."
She glanced over at him, "That's sad, let's hope all those people find their missing, whether it's good or bad, and they can find some peace.'She fingered her cross, then dropped her hand. She smiled over at him, "Did ..you eat anything...water?" She reached back behind him to the floor and pulled out a couple of nutrition bars and a bottle of water. "Here...last two of these." She handed him one and then opened the water, taking a long drink. She handed that to him as well. Funny how, you just sorta fell into things. She was completely comfortable with him, enough to share and drink after him.
"Well...I " she was scanning the map and tracing a line, 'if your right..there is a town about 10 miles that way, "she glanced at him. He had shown her how to look for the smaller towns, trying to avoid the major cities, 'Seen...anyone..or just this?" She pointed out the window at the cars they passed along the road, and the few dead ambling along.
"Let's hope," he said, more to appease her then from any real hope that people could find each other out in the wastes. Any serendipity that existed in the world seemed to have dissappeared when the dead started walking.
Charles had of course not eaten anything. It was how he was and she knew it. He gladly grabbed the nutrition bar and took a bite. He smiled and voiced a quiet thank you when she handed him the water. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was until he had the bottle up to his mouth. He took a drink and screwed the cap back on.
"Hopefully we can find some supplies there, especially gas. We've got about 50 miles according to the readout."
The next ten miles had more growlers along the side of the road but judging by the numbers the town wouldn't be too bad. Of course it did help that they were basically driving a tank.
"Looks like you were spot on Sarah. Your getting better at this."
Sarah stared out the window, then looked over at him and smiled, "Well, I had a good teacher." One hand reached over and patted his thigh, "Sides...I was a teacher, I know how to make it all look good, even when I am clueless." She chuckled and then folded the map, 'So...we going to try to rummage a few places, or just hit a station. " She pointed to one on a corner, "I don't think we should stay the night in town...maybe find a house further out?" She glanced over to see what he thought. She got on her knees and stared grabbing things from the back seat floor. She had his gun and set it in her lap, ready. It was a shame she thought, how used to this she was becoming.
Her hand on his thigh brought memories of their night again. He wondered if she did this on purpose but quickly decided she didn't. She had always seemed affectionate and they had been surviving together basically from the start.she mentioned rummaging a few places and hr thought it a pretty good idea. They were pretty well supplied with food but it couldn't hurt, besides which he really needed a new shirt. The one he was wearing was getting a little thread bare and had definitely seen cleaner days.
"Yeah we'll see what we can find and then head to the station. People are less likely to have cleared out houses then the station."
He smiled at her. She was becoming much more resourceful. He didn't fail to notice the times when she seemed to dislike what they had to do. Even now she seemed to have a slight aversion to guns. They pulled up to a house that didn't have any growler outside.
Sarah glanced at him, and then back at the small house. It was near the edge of town , and she counted the dead on the street. Some corpses weren't moving and laid flat out on the ground, others seemed to be roaming at random. She nodded at him, then grabbed her a mask from the back seat. It was one of those white masks, and really did little, but she always wanted to wear it, to protect from getting anything in her mouth. Her hair was already pulled up, so she waited for his word. She held the gun out for him,and smiled, though he couldn't see it. When he took the gun, she took a second and pulled a long stick off the floor. It was one of the few things she had salvaged from the school. A hockey stick from the phys. ed department. She gripped it, and then opened her door. She slipped out and closed it softly. It hadn't taken her long to realize they were attracted to sound instantly.
He grabbed the gun and exited his own door, closing it softly just as she had. The keys were still inside and the doors locked but it didn't matter. The fingerprint scanner had been coded to both of them a long time ago so if they needed to get back in a hurry they could. They had a decent supply of ammo but he didn't necessarily want to use it for the house if he didn't have to. His father had always taught him that when it came to weapons it was better to save ammo whenever possible. He motioned to Sarah to open the door as soon as he was set in place in front of it. Normally they would make a noise to flush out any growlers inside but with others so close it wasn't something he wanted to risk.
She followed behind him. They had been functioning as a team for awhile now, this was second nature to her. She stood behind him, then when he spoke, she stepped close to the wall and gripped the door handle.
She turned, and it moved. Not locked. She pushed the door slowly, and waited for him to head inside, and she would follow.
The door opened to the smell of death, and she blinked, thank ful for her mask. The hallway led back, and two rooms sat off of it. She moved back, waiting. Nothing had stirred, but it sometimes took a second or two for them to catch their scents, their sounds and come running for dinner.
She hated this part, always would, she knew that. Sarah said a silent prayer. She never doubted that god was walking through all this death with her, everyday.
The smell was atrocious inside and it told him all he needed to know about what was inside. If they didn't find any growlers they would definitely find a couple bodies. He pointed towards the kitchen. Best to clear our an area that they could move around in then one that they would get be up against walls, close on either side.
The closer they got to the kitchen the stronger the smell got. He took his shirt and put it over his nose. When they turned the corner and spotted the source of of the stench. He wasn't sure because of the advanced state of decay but he guessed the body they found was that of a young woman. He blanched a little and headed back towards the bedrooms. There would be time to check cabinets later, after they had cleared the house.
Sarah followed behind him,he could hear her breathing through her mask. She was holding herself together, silently reciting the Lord's prayer in her mind.
As they moved into the kitchen, Sarah's eyes went wide. She had seen alot,but this woman couldn't be much younger than herself. Her hand shot out and she gripped his side,pulling herself close against his back. This was something that happened, she just needed a moment to feel he was there,that she wasn't alone in all this.
Sarah had done things she never thought she would ever do,but in this world you did things to survive."I'm alright."she spoke against his back as he would feel her relax and let go," let's just get this over with." She wished they had more time. She hated leaving them like this,the dead. Sarah was raised to honor the dead,but this wasn't always possible and at times she felt terribly guilty about it.
His arm rested protectively over her arms as she rested against his back. This happened enough that he was completely accustomed to it. He actually liked it but he couldn't tell her that. She was becoming tougher but he feared what would happen if he didn't make it. Or if they somehow got separated. When she pulled back he let her go and turned around, heading for the bedrooms. They reached the first and once again stacked up on the door. He gave a small nock on the door and could hear the answering growl from the other side.
Sarah held her hand up, "Wait...do you...hear.." she moved past him down the hall to the last room. She turned the knob, and started to open the door. Something was moved against it. She pushed a bit hard, and heard something scraping over the wooden floor. Someone had blocked the door. She glanced back at Charles, then stepped inside. The muffled crying she heard had stopped.
The room held a dresser, the night stand had been what was blocking the door. A large queen size bed stood in the middle of the room, a chair in the corner. She saw a door, on the other side of the bed. Figuring it was a bathroom, she eased around the bottom of the bed, eyes scanning.
As she came around, she saw a body, small, curled up against the side of the bed on the floor. It was a little boy, no more than five or six , maybe? Hard to tell, no one was getting the nurishment they needed nowadays. Sarah, looked up at Charles, "Help me!" She dropped the hockey stick and moved closer to the child, crouching down, "hey....hey...are..you alright?" She hesitantly reached out her hand and shook his shoulder.
Charles followed her quickly into the room. They needed to take care of the growler but it was behind closed doors and it could wait. When they found the boy and Sarah instantly went up to him Charles almost froze. She was taking a huge risk getting so close. What if the boy was a growler and it bit her. He held his gun out, trained on the little boy in case he was gone and made a sudden movement that didn't look human.
He almost shot when the boy started stirring, but just a second before he did the boy spoke.
"Mom, is that you," he asked in a quite voice that sounded only half awake.
He breathed a sigh of relief and instantly went into saving mode. He reached into his bag and handed her the bottle of water. Who knew how long this kid had been here.
"Maybe he's thirsty."
He was turning around when he saw another growler right behind him. It was almost on top of him and he barely got the gun up and shot it before it was on top of him. It slumped down on him and it's weight made him fall to the ground. He quickly got out from under it though and motioned to the door.
"We should probably get moving. Bring the kid, we're going to the Knight."
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Sarah heaved a sigh of relief. She stared at the boy and then up at Charles, she had tears in her eyes. Tears of joy! She grabbed the water, and started to open it, holding it out to the boy, "No, Honey...I'm not your mom..." she inched a little closer, "My name is Sarah, and that man over there, is Charlie." She pointed at Charles on the other side of the bed, 'We...just found you....here....you want a drink...some food, maybe?" She let her eyes roam the child. He was filthy, and his clothes were too, but other than tired and malnourished he looked fine at first glance. "What's you name, Honey?"
Sarah didn't get a chance to finish her thought of how to handle this. She heard the noise and rose, just as the dead thing went after Charles, "CHARLES!" she screamed, and reached for her stick. It all happened so fast. The gun went off and she watched the pair fall. She scrambled over to him, almost falling in the process. She grabbed his arm, as he stood and righted herself. She stared at him for a moment, hands roaming all over him, "Did it...did it.." she brought both hands up to his face, then his words sank in, and she nodded, "alright...yea.." she was trembling, as she moved abck to the boy, "Hey...we are gonna take you with us, okay?" She reached down and squatted a bit, pulling the child into her arms. He instantly wrapped her up, his legs around her waist, and arms around her shoulders. She held the hockey stick, and turned back to Charles, 'Let's go." She had changed in that few seconds. Holding the little body, she had a fierce look in her eyes.She ran a hand up and smoothed the boys back, 'it's gonna be alright, I won't let anything hurt you." She whispered to him, but Charles heard it, as she followed behind him to the front door.
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They moved quickly now. With the kid in Sarah's arms they were vulnerable and the needed to get the kid back to the Knight. Charles wasn't sure how this damned kid had survived on his own but it didn't matter to him. He was safe now, and that was all that was important, or at least he would be safe as soon as they made it back to the Knight. When they cleared the threshold to the outside two growlers caught his attention, a man and a woman who were together that didn't look like they had been gone long. They looked like they could be his parents. Well guess we know what happened at least, he thought and then pointed the two out to Sarah. It was important that they both know that they were never finding this kids parents alive because he was sure that the kid would ask. The kid was getting a little more active though and he turned and saw them.
"Mommy, daddy, I'm over here." He yelled out.
Shit, Charles thought. When the two turned around and the boy saw the gaping hole in his father's chest he started crying and then vomited.
Sarah struggled with the child , once they were outside and he saw his parents. She had seen them, when Charles pointed them out to her, but was trying to spare the kid the image of them. He twisted in her arms, calling to them. She started to move faster, the truck in her sights, when she felt it.
The kid got sick. He was turning to look at his parents, when it just sorta came out of him. It ran down her arm. She struggled as the kid thrashed against her. What was happening?! At first she thought it was seeing his parent's , and he wanted them, but then she felt his bladder let go against her. She pulled her head back and dropped the stick to pulled his back so she could see him. Maybe he was epileptic...or just sick from not eating. As her hand touched his skin, she felt the fever in him. She crouched, "CHARLIE...oh my god! What's wrong with him?!" She was starting to panic. God no...please no...she had to help him. She laid him down and smoothed his hair, the vomit forgotten.
She scanned around her and saw that others were now taking notice, and heading towards them at their ambled pace. She would have to protect him! Her hand reached over and picked up the hockey stick. She was talking softly to the boy, almost cooing at him, "it's alright....just breath, baby...just breath." She was clinging to the fact he was alive, it was a seizure and he would be alright. The front of her was wet, but she didn't care. She held her ground, and rose, to stand in defense of the boy should any get closer, 'We gotta go! I..need help! He's.." she glanced down at the boy and he had stopped thrashing.
Charlie stopped in his tracks as he heard the boy thrashing. He ran up to them as soon as he could and went down to his knees. He felt for a pulse, it was there but it was faint, almost gone. He was about to pick the kid up when his shirt adjusted and he saw it. There was a large bite mark on his side. Shit! No, this couldn't be happening. They had found this kid and it had changed everything but now...
"Sarah, he's been bitten," he said, his voice cold and tears running down his face. "Sarah, we have to take care of this. He doesn't have long, and he's gonna turn." He grabbed his knife.
Sarah felt Charles come over to her. He would fix this, he would take care of it, make it right, he always did. Those things raced through her mind as she watched the walkers moving towards them.
Charlie could carry him to the truck and they would get in a drive away, everything would be....
She felt all her air rush out of her as she heard him, "No...no, no, no." she didn't see the bite at first, "You're wrong" she saw the blade and without thinking , she shoved his arm, grabbing it and pulling it towards her, "CHARLIE, NO!" She knew what he was going to do, and...she...couldn't do that, couldn't let him do that.
She was crying and angry, 'NO..He's ALIVE...HE'S JUST A BABY!" she was screaming and trying to get the knife from him, her body shoved against his. Her mind had snapped, she just knew she couldn't let him kill that little boy.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5