Post by Deleted on May 24, 2015 21:55:11 GMT -5
Anthony was panicked. The blood on his face was beginning to run due to the bullets of sweat trickling down. He continued to look out the back window as some of the walkers drew nearer. Thankfully, many were occupied. Thank God. Still, a handful were making their way closer. "Remy, go! We have to go!" Anthony shouted, but it seemed the words fell on deaf ears. For once, Luca agreed with Anthony. "Remy...Remy! God dammit, Remy! Go!" But there was nothing. Anthony turned to his door, just about to open it to drive the car himself, when Luca beat him to it. The cop sprinted to the other side of the vehicle and pushed Remy over. It was rough, but it needed to be done. Their lives were on the line. Anthony exhaled a sigh of relief as the engine came to life and Luca began following the biker. Anthony hadn't met the biker, but Luca and Remy knew him, which was enough for Anthony to trust him for the moment. He'd like to get to know the man better, but now was hardly the time.
Remy asked Grant a simple question. For a moment, Anthony wanted to pipe up himself and give the simple "...he was going to kill me...?" but he remained quiet as Grant began his explanation, which was a little more rational, but overall the same. As Grant finished his explanation, Anthony looked over, his eyes fixed on the empty seat between them. "Thank you, Grant. I...owe you," Anthony was thankful, and he was no longer surprised that everyone who'd tried to kill him failed. It was a blessing, but sometimes felt like a curse. "At least one person wasn't making it out of that, Remy," Anthony offered. "Was either gonna be me, Randall, maybe Luica, or all of us. Maybe someone else, like that biker. Randall wasn't a bad guy, he just placed guilt on the wrong people. He snapped...we can hold a service for him later. That may be a good idea. For him, and everyone else who didn't make it." Anthony buried his head in his hands, feeling the warm blood and sweat coat them. He didn't care. He couldn't forget those last words he said to Randall, who was now probably being ripped to shreds by the walkers. "I'm sorry," he whispered under his breath.
Remy asked Grant a simple question. For a moment, Anthony wanted to pipe up himself and give the simple "...he was going to kill me...?" but he remained quiet as Grant began his explanation, which was a little more rational, but overall the same. As Grant finished his explanation, Anthony looked over, his eyes fixed on the empty seat between them. "Thank you, Grant. I...owe you," Anthony was thankful, and he was no longer surprised that everyone who'd tried to kill him failed. It was a blessing, but sometimes felt like a curse. "At least one person wasn't making it out of that, Remy," Anthony offered. "Was either gonna be me, Randall, maybe Luica, or all of us. Maybe someone else, like that biker. Randall wasn't a bad guy, he just placed guilt on the wrong people. He snapped...we can hold a service for him later. That may be a good idea. For him, and everyone else who didn't make it." Anthony buried his head in his hands, feeling the warm blood and sweat coat them. He didn't care. He couldn't forget those last words he said to Randall, who was now probably being ripped to shreds by the walkers. "I'm sorry," he whispered under his breath.