Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2017 17:56:02 GMT -5
Johnny and Lulu had 'celebrated' their engagement. Afterwards Johnny passed out exhausted from the effort. It wasn't until gunshots were popping off that Johnny shot up in his bed like a cannon. Two things hit him almost immediately. One Lulu wasn't lying beside him. Johnny's hand moved over her side of the bed and found only empty sheets beneath his palm. Two, his throat was dry as a bone. His throat was painfully dry. Johnny coughed into his hand. It felt like an electric can opening digging into the back of soft tissue in his throat. His skin was hot and sweaty. His eyes ached dully in their sockets and the joints in his fingers felt a build up of pressure. Johnny coughed again. Each cough felt like a hot knife cutting into his larynx.
Johnny forced himself out of bed quickly despite how he felt. He stood up and felt a rush of dizziness. He had to lean against the dresser to keep from going down. Johnny slipped on his pants as quickly as he could and grabbed his jacket and slipped it over his shoulders. He didn't bother to put on a shirt just a jacket over bare tattooed flesh. Moving quickly Johnny had to compensate for his balance. Things in the room seemed to move all on their own, everything seemed so... Topsy turvy. Johnny headed for the bedroom door, but he stopped. He swallowed several dry swallows as he thought he was going to puke.
Leaning in the doorway Johnny used the door frame to hold himself up. When the fuck did I get so sick? He wondered. It wasn't like they were stock piled up on meds. Drugs? Sure, but actual antibiotics? They hadn't really thought to far ahead on that front. Johnny moved out of the doorway when he was sure he wasn't going to throw up and headed for the sounds of the gunshots. He didn't know if Lulu was safe and moving into the bar he still didn't see her. Johnny moved into the bar and crashed against it. He used his elbow to catch his fall against the counter. Johnny's tired legs struggling to stand as he looked a shifty eyed look around the room. He didn't see Lulu, but he could still here the gunshots.
Johnny man'd up and willed himself through the front door. It was all well and good and all, until he got to the steps. Johnny had to lean on the hand railing as he coughed againg. Balling up his fist he coughed into it. When he pulled his hand away he noticed specs of blood on his hand. Johnny's eyes went wide for a second as he stared at the blood in his hand. Johnny's eye caught Lulu standing in the street fighting the dead with someone. He didn't think, only acted. Johnny moved as fast as he could and climbed into the truck bed. It was a struggle but he managed. Johnny went to climb out on the street but he stumbled. Johnny hit the pavement outside the clubhouse with a THWACK! sound. Johnny looked up he saw the blury image of his queen fighting of the dead.