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She stared Trey as he tried to hide that he had been bitten and she was about to speak up when Elvis beat her to it. She was glad that he had seen as well but her anger wouldn't let her be silent.
"I'm fine? Like, are you freaking kidding me. I can't believe you. You must have balls the size of like, peanuts. What kind of a man, like, risks everyone's lives by trying to hide the fact that he was bit. OMG, and I was going to like, give you a kiss before you died. Well you better believe that isn't happening now."
She stormed off and went to the back of her SUV. She was pissed and if she didn't get some space from him she would probably start bashing his head in right now. She didn't normally get this angry but what Trey had just tried to do was absolutely ridiculous
"Man fuck off. I'm not hiding any thing. How the fuck do I even hide this? They tore a fucking chunk of my shoulder off. So back the fuck off," Trey said before coughing. He saw blood, his body begining to shut down. He felt hot and cold at the same time, his body shivering and sweating. The sweat rolled off his brow and down his face. His limbs ached and burned, his chest feeling like it was filled with fluid.
Slowly he rose. His kness were weak and knocked together. Trey looked at the two who remained here. "I'll ride out," he said moving towards his bike. "I'll lead them away. Just make sure the blonde bitch moves her car."
Slowly Trey got to his bike. He climbed on and let out a lengthy breath. He didn't start it, just waited for his chance to go. Once the SUV was moved he'd take off, past the loosers and down the road. Trey threw his pack aside. They would need it, not him. He kept his gun. Removing all but one bullet. They would need the rest, he just needed one to end it out there.
He simply nodded in his grim sort of way, watching, trying to help the man saddle up, but staying back none the less. In the end, it seemed, Trey was a half decent person. Elvis was right then, in not shooting him from the get go. He was.. just quiet for the moment, even when they moved those doors closed again. The Apache, he just tilted his head to the side and rested his hand on his revolver's butt once he holstered it, cutting a look to the other women before breathing out the breath that he didn't even know he'd held in.
He was quiet, even as he watched the two of them, a frown pushing across his lips before he nodded his head towards the bunk that Trey had went into. "Guess we could use that room for the night, check it, clear it, and then work on the rest in the morning." Quiet enough, he just rolled his shoulders, before heading to the bunk without another word. He was tired, he was worn out, and damn it, a warm bed sounded like heaven.
Angel stood very quiet. She watched Brit go to her truck and heard it start up. She turned and watched Trey move to his bike. He dumped his back and she smirked. Dude was serious gonna do what Elvis suggested. She moved to the gate doors and stood ready to open them.
She had heard Elvis talk about the fort room, but this needed to be dealt with first. She waited for Trey to be ready and the would pull the gate for him and slid it back so Brit could back up against it again.
Angle didn't think Trey had long by the looks of him. This shit was taking him fast. He might get a few miles. Fuck, she needed a drink. This nightmare world sucked ass! Angel heard the bike rev and waited then yanked back as it came to the gate letting it pass. She could see the dead coming towards the gate across the lot. Damn they had got clos. Trey slipped past her, and she knew she would never see him again. Angle shoved the gate closed and signaled for Brit to back up again.
She didn't know what Trey was up to. He had clearly said that he was fine but now he was doing the noble thing of taking his bike and drawing them away. She could appreciate his sacrifice. She walked up to him before she left to move the SUV. She pulled his face into hers and kissed him like she meant it. She wanted to give him something worthwhile to go to his grave with.
"Like, give them hell, or whatever. Thank you Trey."
She left his side and went to the SUV. As soon as they were ready she pulled it back. She looked out as Angel opened the gate and she was relieved that Trey had decided to do this for them. There were a lot of them and they were way to close for her comfort. As soon as Angel closed the gate she gently backed her Escalade back into the gate. After last time she had a good idea how far back it was and so it was a lot easier to get it in where it needed to be. She got out and joined the others.
"Like, Omg that was crazy, wish we still, like, had that joint."
He didn't say a damn word, he just gave a shake of his head. He'd helped where needed, but for a while, he just looked to the gates. Trey getting bit, it was an ugly thing, but it served a purpose in the end, at least. It meant that the walkers would follow him, that they'd go the way he had, that they'd have to worry about it all the less. "If they hadn't killed him, one of us would have had to, eventually." Came that bitter tone of his as he looked to the two women. He meant it, he didn't like meaning it, but he meant it none the less.
A shrug of those shoulders was given and he headed back through the court yard and into the bunkhouse. There were rooms inside of it, at least, that meant something. He was casually checking them, at least the first two. Six rooms, in this one. There'd been close to six zeds that'd come out of there. He checked the place over the most part. The rooms seemed to be clean, even if they were stuffy. He looked the place over but.. He didn't a damn thing, going so far as to clear the rooms using his knife and flashlight, checking under the beds.. Nothing, for now. So far, so good.
"Guess we.. claim rooms?" Asking as he looked back to the other two, lifting his brows. "We could share a room for the night. One of us takes watch?" Asking quietly, rolling his shoulders back, popping them lightly, working the kinks from them. "That way we don't have to worry about getting ganked in our sleep one by one."
As soon as the gate was cleared Trey revved his bike. It came to life, the loud sound echoing in the silence. He drove it forward, saw the hoard of loosers just outside the gate. In seconds he was on them, he had to clear through it. As he went forward he looked back. It was just a brief second and he saw them clos the gate. He was alone.
Trey didn't even make it far, a had grabbed him, pulling him down to the ground. The bike clattered the engine still alive and making noise. Trey hit the ground, his gun clattering out of his hands. He felt teeth sink into his neck, blood dripping, a chunk missing. He screamed out and felt the darkness close in, he was gone.
Like that he was dead, right outside the gate. His bike still on and gun off to the side.
Angel stood there for a few moments, staring at the gate. She could hear the bikes engine and knew he didn't get far. Damn! The plan didn't work. She moved past Brit and went into the bunk house thing looking for Elvis. Her baton was in her hand, gripped tightly.
She found him since he was heading back out to them." Honestly, I don't give a flying fuck where we sleep, since none of us will probably get any." She held her hand up," listen," she stared at him and glanced at Brit." That's his engine, means he didn't get far and those fuckers are still out there." She was not being loud, practically hissing her words." We gotta be silent, they will be around til that engine goes silent, til the gas runs out." She ran a hand through her hair. It was obvious she was on edge. She moved to her car and grabbed her pack from the seat, shutting the door very gently to not make noise.
Angel moved past them both and headed inside. She needed to unwind and they all needed to keep quiet. She looked around the room. Fuck this place was old. She looked back outside he door and pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Hopefully the group of dead bitches would move on once the noise stopped.
He'd had the thought of just shooting the bike but he didn't need it to explode. He doubted it would, it'd probably just leak out quicker, maybe. He debated it, but fuck it. The things couldn't get in, they couldn't break through, and they'd get bored and quit before too long, or something else would distract them, he was sure. He just walked along this particular bunkhouse and kept his room door open, claiming that particular one for himself. His Rain Poncho was shrugged off, his rifle would be sat against the wall. His Glock? He just sliiid it under a pillow, before he put his revolver atop the bedside table. One in easy reach, one to conceal. He sat easily down on that bed as he put his pack next to him. His boots came off, as did his socks. Next? Next he was tugging that shirt of his right off as he moved to streeetch across that bed.
He was more than content to leave his pants on, just in case they had to scatter and in a hurry. He picked up his sheathed bowie knife and just plunked it on the bed next to him, why not? It made him feel secure, at least for now, and they were all quiet, all at peace, it seemed. At least for now, they had that much between them: peace. It meant a lot, especially in the middle of all this shit.
Angel sat upon the table smoking her cigarette and watched him. He was so calm about every task he did. She smirked at his weapons placement, and then tossed the pack of smokes at him, 'Here. I can share." She smiled at him and then stared at him again, "You scared to sleep out here with the rest of us, fraid we gonna jump you're bones, Huh?" She chuckled softly and then slipped off the table and moved around the open area. She hated this part, the quiet time, the waiting. She was growing more and more on edge. She lifted her pack and started rummaging through it. Going to his doorway she tossed him a baggie, "Here, incase we split up or something, you will have some thing to trade." She grinned at him, "those are good pharmasueticals."
He tilted his head to the side as he watched her, glancing to the baggie and then to her wth a grin across his lips, looking to it before he just gestured for her to come over as he laaaaiiid back onto that bed and leaned his head on the pillow. Yep, he gestured for the Latina to crawl onto that bed with him, as if it was completely normal. "Tch, why don't we just pile in together?" Asking with raised brows and a grin, teasing the woman as he tilted his head to the side. "C'mon, Chica. I promise I won't bite you unless you ask me to." Teasing her again before he just put the knife on the bedside table, along with the pills and the revolver before looking back to her with those raised brows of his. He was a smart ass, but it couldn't be helped!
Angel glanced back at the main door. She had been waiting for Britt to come in, but so far she hadn't . Lord knew what that silly ass white girl was doing.
Her eyes raked over him, watching him move over in the bed. She was still wet. Her clothes and hair had gotten wet again when Brit had showed up, music blaring. She gestured at her shorts and shirt and grabbed her pack. She took it back to the room and saw him still there, in the same spot. She felt this place was decently secured. This room was clear and the other one. The dead were outside the gate. She took off the wet shorts and shirt and slipped a clean short over her head. She tossed a blanket at his chest and laughed." What if I bite you, hmm, ever think about that?" She chuckled as she crawled in next to him.Angel pressed her back against his side. Her rear nestled into his hip. She sighed and reached and took his arm and draped it over her hip. She laid very still for a moment, just settling her nerves.
"I'd like it." Those words came from his lips accompanied by the damn snarkiest grin he could muster. "I'd like it more than you'd ever know." He didn't need to be guided, his hand was already moving to her hip when she grasped it, turning to practically spoon the woman, sliding calloused fingers idly along the skin of her thigh as he laid down on that bed behind her. "We'll be alright." Came that quiet reassurance from his lips as he spoke lowly and against the woman's ear. "We'll find more people, and even if we don't? We've got a fort, we've got a mother-fuckin' fort. Those walkers couldn't bust through if they tried." And he was sure they'd do just that and yet..
He wasn't worried. It was never the dead that scared him, it was the living.
Angel felt him snuggle close to her. His breath on her neck and ear tickled. She chuckled softly." I don't want people, people fuck shit up and make a mess of your shit." She sighed," this is fine, for now, can't make you a promise I will stay, not my thing." She rolled to look at him, and smiled,as she leaned in and nipped his lips," you like it rough, huh? That why you so good with that gun of yours?" She stared at him," we supposed to fit the Barbie doll in here too?" She chuckled and then reached out and patted his cheek," you gonna be the big protector and keep us safe?" One brow rose as she stared at him," you wanna stay with me, huh,?"
The way he watched her was quiet, attentive, keeping a brow raised in quiet amusement as she speculated, and then brought up Brittney. "I'm not a killer." Flatly, lying about it, or denying it. "I'm not... that guy, Angel. I did it for sport, for competition, just so happens that it translates well elsewhere." Quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, combing her black hair from her face.
"I'm just tired of being alone, and we both know you're going to ditch this shindig the moment you find something better." With a wry grin on his face. "I'm simple, I'm not stupid."
Brit stared at the gate and moved closer. She wished that they would have been able to do something to help Trey, she couldn't imagine what it must have been like getting eaten like he had. She had seen it only a couple of times and it still sent her nerves off when she heard them eating. They were piling against each other, trying to get to the man, of that she was certain.
She moved away from the door, intending to find the other two she heard their hushed voices from behind a closed door and quietly slid down the wall beside it. She wanted to hear what they were saying, to try and gauge whether she should be making plans to stay or to split and to do that she needed to get an idea of what they were like when they didn't think they were being listened to. She heard Angel ask if they were supposed to fit the barbie doll in there too, of course that comment was about her. She wanted to argue, tell them that she wasn't a barbie doll but it was pointless. She knew what she came off as, and if she was being honest with herself she knew that in some ways they were right. She shouldn't still be alive. She had only survived for as long as she had because she had always been good at working with people. She had managed to find people that would protect her. It was her survival skill, that and always being prepared for plan B.
She continued to listen to their conversation. She was sure that she would go in there shortly but for now she just needed to listen, and calm her nerves as well.
She wasn't sure if she believed what he said, he was far from simple. Something told her there was much more complicated things going on in that head of his
Her eyes roamed his face, watching his reactions. " that's not exactly true, I am not looking for something better, no such thing in this shithole of a world anymore, " she grinned at him," something more exciting, maybe, something that makes me feel more alive." Angel put her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat," like you feel right now." She chuckled softly, and took her hand away, slowly. " it's my new drug in this place, that rush , I get from being as bad as I want, as good as I want, that's what makes me travel, looking for the next score." She ran her hand over his lips," you think you and Brit can provide that feeling? Keep me around for awhile, if you can," she smirked at him," right now, meeting new people, the fear of death, it's quite working." That soft chuckle, and she smiled at him," or I could be full of shit and jerking your chain, but either way, think we should check on her? Haven't heard her come in."
Simple, was probably far from what Elvis was.. but not far from what he wanted to be. He didn't want to be complicated. "I'm.. Honestly? Things were sort of looking up for me before the world went to shit." His smile was strange, a certain kind of sadness clung to it, but he was clearly the kind of person to bounce back fairly quick. "..I could go and check on her." As he pushed up to an elbow, glancing to the part of his chest where her hand had lingered before, only to roll a brow upwards for a moment..
"And as for your question? That's on you, Angelita." Keeping that brow up. "I'm probably not as exciting as what you might be looking for." Yeah, he claimed he was peaceful, that he wasn't violent.. But he was the same man who'd had a gun cocked on Trey, daring him to try him. He was slooowly sittin' up, his arm across his lap.
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