Flower Petals and Flesh - A Violentine Story

Dust to Dust

The blockade was sturdy: empty shells of vehicles stood piled five meters high, wooden panels and corrugated steel created an impassable wall. The only gaps being either three meters high or to small.

The surrounding land was as troublesome as the tunnel, they were far enough south that the dirt had become sand and rock, making it nearly impossible to go off-road without shredding their vehicles beyond recognition.

"Is there any other route we could take?" James asked gazing up at the wall.

Kenny groaned, "Nope, this is it. We'll run outta' gas before we can get halfway back; we go this way or we don't go at all."

James approached the wall and peered through a rouge crack in the barrier. He could see a faint light on the other side but something else drew his attention, the familiar scent of walker flesh. He pressed his ear against the wall, he wasn't surprised to hear the low growls of the dead.

"There are walkers on the other side of the wall." He stated returning to the group.

Kenny, in a frustrated anger, walked up to the blockade and kicked it dramatically.

"What asshole blocks a tunnel!" He shouted.

The walking corpses on the other side stirred and began to slam into the wall. The noise echoed along the inside of the tunnel, nobody could tell if it was one loud walker or a hundred.

With no other alternative they returned to the RV to reassess their situation. They stared blankly at a map for what felt like hours.

It was about noon before somebody thought of a suitable plan.

"Look there!" Brody slammed her hand onto the map suddenly.

Everybody, near dead from boredom, jumped at the sudden energetic burst. Gathering around the map they spotted the mark Brody was so happy to find.

"Sandstone Airstrip?" Louis question, confused by the name.

The airstrip was a distance away, they had passed the exit to it a few miles back and taken no note of it.

Clementine stood up and looked at the map, taking notes of the route they needed to take.

"What do you think?" Brody inquired hopefully.

"It'll have to do." Clementine responded in a surprisingly enthusiastic tone.

Clementine sat down in the drivers seat of the RV and after a few minutes they were again travelling the abandoned backroads towards an uncertain destination.

Violet, wanting to keep Clementine company, sat in the passenger seat.

"Your looking a lot better, getting more sleep?" Violet asked noticing the lack of bags under her eyes and relatively peppy spirit.

Surprised by the complement she blushed, it wasn't the first time Violet had made her feel this strange feeling: her chest grew tight and she felt like her head would spin out of control.

"You don't look took bad yourself."

Clementine had no idea where her sudden burst of confidence had come from, she felt like an actor in one of the cheesy movies she had seen as a child.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry." She quickly retorted feeling embarrassed and panicked.

Violet smiled at the flustered Clementine, she knew her intentions were good ones yet behind the silly compliment she felt that Clementine was being genuine.

"Alright lovebirds, focus on the road. I'd rather you didn't crash the RV whilst you pine for each other." A cynical yet sultry voice croaked from behind the blonde.