Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2015 10:37:27 GMT -5
Seeing the Coast
March 4, 2015
Unknown, North Carolina
March 4, 2015
Unknown, North Carolina
Emptiness, that's all that seemed to have filled the confines of the dying 1999 GMC Yukon. The adventure from Ohio had left the car badly damaged and in needs of desperate repairs. Richard slammed his fist against the dash, "Fuck....God dammit," ding..ding...ding...ding...ding, rang the check engine light-Richard pulled the key and threw it out into the melting snow.
"Daddy, please calm down it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay," Anna murmured as she put her hand on his shoulder, "We'll find another car," she said with a weak smile as she opened the door of the car-jumping out onto the concrete of the highway. Richard glanced into the rear view, pausing as he glanced towards his patched up head and eye, the blood from the injury caked under the bandage, he felt like a monster, but he knew why it happened. He and Frank were protecting his daughter back in Cleveland, and with it they lost something back in the cold desolate city. Richard lost his right eye, while Frank lost his left hand, but deep down the three of them had lost people they cared about, and their innocence.
I'm never going to let that happen again, I'll kill anyone that tries to lay their hands on her, he thought to himself as he picked up his rifle from the back of the truck. He took one last look at the old truck-noticing a fading picture hidden on the dash. His dirty hands grasped the image with a sense of importance as he stashed it in chest pocket. He stepped out of the truck and made his way to the rear where Anna and Frank were waiting.
Richard put his arm around his daughter and kissed the top of her long brown hair, his lone tired eye glancing towards Frank. "What do we do now," Frank whispered as he took a look down the long and straight stretch of road. "We should look for somewhere to stay, it's not safe on the road, not right now."
Richard shook his head as he held his daughter close. "We move towards the treeline, see if we can find somewhere temporary to stay. But, we're going to continue the promise I made to my daughter, and the promise I made back in Cleveland." He paused as his daughter glanced up towards him, "We're going to start over, we're going to see the ocean," he smirked, "I...remember promising Anna that when she was younger, but we never had time to go on vacation...I at least want her to see it."
Anna smiled and closed her eyes as she rested her head against her father's shoulder, "Then what Dad? I'm tired of walkin', We need somewhere to call our home." Richard shook his head and considered the notion. I could sense they were all tired of walking and moving about with no sense of purpose.
"That's exactly what we're going to do, we'll find somewhere to call home, all of us," he paused as he pulled out a glock from his bag, "Till then, I need you to carry this," he held out the gun to his teenage daughter, "I'll teach you how to use it when we have time, but till then carry it," He pulled away from his daughter and glanced towards the two survivors, "let's keep moving."
"Daddy, please calm down it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay," Anna murmured as she put her hand on his shoulder, "We'll find another car," she said with a weak smile as she opened the door of the car-jumping out onto the concrete of the highway. Richard glanced into the rear view, pausing as he glanced towards his patched up head and eye, the blood from the injury caked under the bandage, he felt like a monster, but he knew why it happened. He and Frank were protecting his daughter back in Cleveland, and with it they lost something back in the cold desolate city. Richard lost his right eye, while Frank lost his left hand, but deep down the three of them had lost people they cared about, and their innocence.
I'm never going to let that happen again, I'll kill anyone that tries to lay their hands on her, he thought to himself as he picked up his rifle from the back of the truck. He took one last look at the old truck-noticing a fading picture hidden on the dash. His dirty hands grasped the image with a sense of importance as he stashed it in chest pocket. He stepped out of the truck and made his way to the rear where Anna and Frank were waiting.
Richard put his arm around his daughter and kissed the top of her long brown hair, his lone tired eye glancing towards Frank. "What do we do now," Frank whispered as he took a look down the long and straight stretch of road. "We should look for somewhere to stay, it's not safe on the road, not right now."
Richard shook his head as he held his daughter close. "We move towards the treeline, see if we can find somewhere temporary to stay. But, we're going to continue the promise I made to my daughter, and the promise I made back in Cleveland." He paused as his daughter glanced up towards him, "We're going to start over, we're going to see the ocean," he smirked, "I...remember promising Anna that when she was younger, but we never had time to go on vacation...I at least want her to see it."
Anna smiled and closed her eyes as she rested her head against her father's shoulder, "Then what Dad? I'm tired of walkin', We need somewhere to call our home." Richard shook his head and considered the notion. I could sense they were all tired of walking and moving about with no sense of purpose.
"That's exactly what we're going to do, we'll find somewhere to call home, all of us," he paused as he pulled out a glock from his bag, "Till then, I need you to carry this," he held out the gun to his teenage daughter, "I'll teach you how to use it when we have time, but till then carry it," He pulled away from his daughter and glanced towards the two survivors, "let's keep moving."