Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 22:59:05 GMT -5
Taylor was battling with the memories that had started trickling back in ever since she fired the gun. It was difficult…..scraps and pieces…segments of memory that seemed to loop in her head. People had started getting sick…the flu or some shit. And being the reliable responsible adult that she was….Taylor had vacated. No one would give her the keys to any of the trucks, and upon pressing them she discovered it was because she had stolen the truck that she had ‘turned into an accordion’ as Buster said. She could remember small moments of it…the way she had felt the tires lift off the ground, the weightless feeling that seemed to last forever before her world came crashing down. She had been going after David...she knew that now.
She had fucked him, she remembered it now. But with Taylor it wasn’t like that solidified anything….she had fucked a lot of people in her life. It didn’t mean she loved any of them. And as the memories came back she realized that she didn’t love him either….rather she had only been on the isle a short while. He was the only connection she had made since her arrival though. She remembered assisting with a birth…that Julie woman…one of the main ladies or something…Hell…she wasn’t sure. It was frustrating trying to fill in the cracks.
She was sitting out by the river. She had been staying out here since the sickies started flooding in…She didn’t want that shit. But…it was boring as hell out here. She thought they were leaving? But now everyone was fighting a damn epidemic…..She hadn’t seen Buster in a day or two…and that was worrisome. Was he sick? She hoped not….poor guy was so skinny he’d just waste away. And if he was sick and coughing who would be there to fix his hair? He kept himself looking rather good to be a survivor of an outbreak… Taylor had shaved half of her head forever ago and just kept it up. The other side of her head was covered with long ebony hair. She dressed in tight clothing, not to be a show off…but because she liked to. Today she was dressed in a pair of shorts cut too high to really be considered ‘shorts’ and a sleeveless white tank that barely reached her belly button.
She was flicking tiny bits of sand and dirt into the river from where she sat, and watching as the tiny fish frantically tried to eat anything that hit the surface. She was going fucking stir crazy….she wanted to get out of here….And the fact that so many people were sick would undoubtedly slow them down. Everyone went on high alert if she went near one of their precious cars now….She was half tempted to just grab her shit and walk across that bridge into the unknown.
But what about your friend?
Buster? It’s not like he’d miss me. I’ll be ok, always am.
Are you really
……
You’d miss him…and that fat ass dog. Why else would you be worried because he’s sick?
Because…maybe he was contagious or something…a few days ago when we talked…
Yeah…that’s it.
Taylor rolled her eyes and dismissed the inner battle that had her balancing between staying and going.
“Fuck me!”
She snapped, a little louder than she intended. At the sound of gravel crunching she turned to see someone behind her.
She had fucked him, she remembered it now. But with Taylor it wasn’t like that solidified anything….she had fucked a lot of people in her life. It didn’t mean she loved any of them. And as the memories came back she realized that she didn’t love him either….rather she had only been on the isle a short while. He was the only connection she had made since her arrival though. She remembered assisting with a birth…that Julie woman…one of the main ladies or something…Hell…she wasn’t sure. It was frustrating trying to fill in the cracks.
She was sitting out by the river. She had been staying out here since the sickies started flooding in…She didn’t want that shit. But…it was boring as hell out here. She thought they were leaving? But now everyone was fighting a damn epidemic…..She hadn’t seen Buster in a day or two…and that was worrisome. Was he sick? She hoped not….poor guy was so skinny he’d just waste away. And if he was sick and coughing who would be there to fix his hair? He kept himself looking rather good to be a survivor of an outbreak… Taylor had shaved half of her head forever ago and just kept it up. The other side of her head was covered with long ebony hair. She dressed in tight clothing, not to be a show off…but because she liked to. Today she was dressed in a pair of shorts cut too high to really be considered ‘shorts’ and a sleeveless white tank that barely reached her belly button.
She was flicking tiny bits of sand and dirt into the river from where she sat, and watching as the tiny fish frantically tried to eat anything that hit the surface. She was going fucking stir crazy….she wanted to get out of here….And the fact that so many people were sick would undoubtedly slow them down. Everyone went on high alert if she went near one of their precious cars now….She was half tempted to just grab her shit and walk across that bridge into the unknown.
But what about your friend?
Buster? It’s not like he’d miss me. I’ll be ok, always am.
Are you really
……
You’d miss him…and that fat ass dog. Why else would you be worried because he’s sick?
Because…maybe he was contagious or something…a few days ago when we talked…
Yeah…that’s it.
Taylor rolled her eyes and dismissed the inner battle that had her balancing between staying and going.
“Fuck me!”
She snapped, a little louder than she intended. At the sound of gravel crunching she turned to see someone behind her.