New Reality

Two

Driving for two days started to take a toll on me. I wanted to sleep so bad that on occasions, I would start to drift into slumber until I felt the truck yank to the side, forcing me to open my eyes and stay awake. Tiffy also helped out with keeping me awake at times since most of the ride, she was asleep but whenever she was awake, she would bounce off the truck walls. If truck doors were called walls... At some point in time when she was awake, she smacked me right in the cheek which caused me to jerk the truck to the side. I quickly corrected it and from that point on, Tiffy had never stopped saying that she was sorry. It only started getting on my nerves when she kept repeating it the tenth time. And that incident happened last night....

"I'm sorry. Does your cheek still hurt?" She pouted, reaching over to poke my arm so she could acquire my attention. "Tiffy. I said I was fine. Please stop asking." I sighed out, biting the side of my tongue to keep me from snapping at her. I mean, I wasn't all that nice to some people but I would never be mean to Tiffy, intentional or non intentional. With a quiet pout, she sat down in her seat again and stared down at her bag. I could only guess that she was thinking about getting a bandaid out to put it on my cheek, like she had done with many of my 'booboos' before.

I could hear her unzip her backpack and fiddle around with some stuff. I braced myself for it to be covering my eye but instead, she stuck the pink, Hello Kitty bandaid to my cheek. I smiled and glanced over at her, seeing her settle back in her seat and start to color in her Barbie coloring book with crayons. It was adorable how she made Barbie's face a big blob of pink and her hair squiggly blue.

Eventually, the truck started to run on fumes and with only one gas station around, by the grace of God, I turned in  and stopped the car as soon as I was close to the pump. I raised a finger up to my mouth, showing it to Tiffy so she knows to be quiet. I searched the purse in the middle console and pulled out a Visa card, knife ready in my other hand. I unlocked the doors and cracked mine open, locking it when it came to the point of me being able to push it open. Stepping out of the car, I quickly but quietly shut it. After scanning the area and finding no zombie in sight, I put the pump in the gas tank and used the card, punching in the number that I memorized about six months back after heading to the store with the witch to pick up my medicine when I got bronchitis.

As I watched the pump's numbers increase, a hand tightly clamped over my mouth which muffled the scream that wanted so bad as to escape my lungs. Instantly, my brain went from flight mode to fight mode and the knife that I clenched was driven into the attacker's leg. With a grunt, the person fell to the ground right behind me. When I whipped around, I saw a hoard of zombies coming towards the truck from right across the road, chasing after three other humans. At that moment, I realized that the teenager on the ground and his buddies needed help. I nodded at Tiffy to unlock the door, helping the boy in the back seat of the truck before I turned off the pump and hopped into the driver's side. As soon as I felt the back move and heard them pounding at the back window to go, I turned the truck on and booked it in the same direction that I was heading.

Tiffy locked the doors and hugged her knees to her chest, scared from watching the zombies chase after the people. Rubbing her head to calm her, I glanced back at the teenager through the rear view window. He was quite handsome, like the type to play football in high school. Short black hair, dark brown eyes and lightly tanned; he was the guy of any girl's dreams. A teenage girl, right around the same age as the guy, with gorgeous auburn hair and hazel eyes came in through the back window, gasping when she saw the knife sticking out of the male's leg. "I'm so sorry. I thought you just wanted to steal my truck..." I apologized, the girl cutting her eyes at me with a scowl that showed that this was going to be a rough trip with her. "Sorry?! You are sorry? You shove a knife in his leg and all you can do is say sorry?!" The male reached up and shushed her. Wow, what a way to say thank you for saving your lives. Seriously, I could have done more damage than a knife sticking out of his leg.

The male looked up with a pain filled expression, somehow managing to smile. "I should be the one saying sorry. I didn't give you a heads up." I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to smile at how nice he was, considering I just stabbed him in the leg. The girl wasn't too happy but decided to keep her mouth shut. A good move on her part. "There's a backpack back there. Underneath my clothes is a first aid kit. You can use that for his wound. Make sure not to toss away my knife." I told the girl. She didn't like that very much, being told what to do by someone younger and new to her. But hey, be a b... witch and I'll be one back. It's only going to get worse from here. I can feel it.

Trying my best to avoid zombies, with much help from Tiffy and the other two in the bed of the truck, somehow we veered off course and came across a small cabin away from the big city. Barbwire fencing and a gate seemed like something out of a zombie movie with the cabin being long since abandoned. Without seeing the potential danger in this situation, we stopped and took care of the roamers here and there that got drawn over to us by the sound of the loud engine. When we felt that everything was safe, we took our stuff inside and settled down after killing a single zombie that was trapped in the closet.

The wounded teenager was being doctored on the couch by a studious Asian woman in a lab coat, glasses barely hanging off her nose. Silky black hair cut just short below her neck and almond brown eyes that seemed as though she could see right through you. A shorter woman, just an inch smaller than me considering she was 32 years old. Doctor Melissa Yang, as read on her name tag. She was a quiet one, but she was awfully nice. Apparently, she had graduated college just a year before with a master's degree in medicine and had recently been employed to a children's hospital down in Georgia, sent up here due to her expertise being needed in one of the smaller hospitals.

There was an older man accompanying them. He, apart from Miss Yang, was a rowdy fellow who loved to flirt. The man wasn't short, nor was he tall, standing at an average of 5'8". His hair was salt and pepper colored, as was the scruff upon his cheeks. Kenneth Rogers, a war vet (still in great shape considering his habit) that used to waste away his days by drinking heavily, now having a reason to live. Pretty girls and saving humanity. At least, that's what he says.

Now onto the b-witch. Her name is Abigail Moore, daughter of the mayor Bill Moore and his wife Judith Moore, as she put it. A cheerleader and president of the junior year. She's a bit conceited. She's like one of those rich white girls that you see on television, drinking Starbucks, getting her nails done ever other week and degrading everyone who's not in her clique. Honestly, it's a bit annoying.

Justin Hough, the boy I stabbed in the leg. Handsome, nice and smart. As suspected, he played football in high school but was also a very studious person. To keep playing football, he would be up all hours of the night just studying and doing homework. He was anything but perfect, considering that he had done drugs before while at a party and was addicted to LSD before his parents admitted him to a rehab center. Justin lost both his mother and father, along with his older brother, when the zombie virus had hit their state.

As we all talked amongst ourselves, Abigail being sure not to talk to me at all, a knock came to the door that we bolted shut. Even Tiffy, who was coloring in her book with Kenneth, looked up at the door with pure terror in her eyes. Everything stopped and the knocking continued.

A/N: Hello everyone!!! Thank you for your sweet comments. I'm so glad you all have been enjoying this. Yes, I have finally returned! This time, for good. Well, these last few years have been a hell of a ride, mainly bad but it's been getting better. I'm in an RV park now with horrible internet. But no matter what, I'm going to be doing my best to keep this up from now on, seeing as how everything could only get better from this point on.

It's almost my birthday as well! I'll be turning 17 >w< I'm so excited. I'm not expecting much for my birthday, maybe a card and a couple of bucks from grandma. But overall, I'm content with that. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Cliff hangers for days! Tell me your thoughts and opinions. What are things that I can do to improve this? Who do you ship with who? Maybe that ship could come true ;3 haha. Maybe I'll change it to third person instead of first. Don't be shy ^^
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