Til Death Do Us Part [10kxOC]

4: Fracking Zombies

~Hailey's POV~
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Driving over a large bridge, Warren was driving in front of us, plowing into hundreds of zombies, making both trucks bonce over the limp bodies. My hands gripped the sides of the truck to stop myself from falling over. We had found a second truck the day before. A day longer than I thought I was going to stay, but still, I sat in the back of the truck with the strange boy, Doc driving with Cassandra sitting next to him. We drove through for what seemed like hours, driving over tons and tons of zombies that Warren had ran over. Soon, we finally made it off the bridge, silence fell for a few minutes, no sounds of Z's getting squashed, and no sounds of car parts flying through the air.

But after a while Doc pulled over to the side of the road, still behind Warren's truck. We all got out, I rubbed my back, aching from bumping it into the wall of the bad back at the bridge. I walked over to the group, who were all hurdled around the front of the truck.

"Outa gas." Warren said.
"Runnin on fumes." Doc pointed back towards the truck, where the boy was standing up in the bed, their rifle placed on the roof. The group walked over to Doc's truck, examining the front tire, which was crooked in its place. Doc kneeled down to inspect it, Pulling and pushing at the tire.

"Looks like you got a flat there." Garrnet pointed out as Mack stepped forward.

"Heads up guys. We got company." He said pointing to the end of the road where two motorcycles came into veiw. They slowed when they saw us, taking their eyes off the road and onto us. From the corner of my eye I could see Cassandra hide more behind the truck, hiding her face from the motorcycle drivers. Did she know them? Or is this just how she acted around people with motorcycles? We all raised out weapons, aiming them towards them, but they just kept slowly driving past us.

"Yeah that's right. Keep on rolling and we all get to see another day." Warren said, lowering her gun but making sure not to put her gaurd down. Once they were out of sight once again, we turned back towards Doc who turned the tire to see a Z squashed in between still gargling and growling at us.

"Well that explains the pull to the left!" Doc joked as he pulled it out just enough to give it mercy. Murphy stepped back, turning his head away from the Z, his eyes shut tight, his hands waving in the air.

"Well don't just stand there, kill it! Kill it!" Warren grabbed Doc's hammer and quickly gave it mercy. After Doc had pulled the Z all the way out, we all made our way backto the trucks.

"So long New York." Addy said, holding a small portable camera in her hand. After that we all got in and took back off. The drive was now getting longer so I pulled my green canvas bag infront of me, taking out a small book and opening it to the eared page. The Dead Poets Society, was my mother's favorite book. Though I hated her,  more than anything else in the world, I still kept it with me and read it from time to time. I don't know why it brings me comfort. But I guess I don't know alot of things in this god forsaken world of ours.

The next time we stopped was at a mall right outside of New York. With cars lined up together, to make some sort of wall or barricade. Everyone got out of the trucks but I stayed for another minute, trying to finish the chapter of my book.

"Hey sister, you comi-" I cut his sentence short by holding a finger up to him. Quickly, my eyesight glanced over the last words of the chapter.
Even greater than the love for Mother,
Is the infinite, tenderest, passionate love,
Of one dead drunk for another.
Closing the book and softly placing it back in my canvas bag, I hopped out of the bed, stretching my arms and walking over to were the group was. Doc just laughed slightly before walking next to me.

"What?" I asked, holding the butt of my hatchet as we walked.
"Oh nothing. book nerd." He whispered the last part making me look up at him. He just looked around like he didn't say anything. I rolled my eyes at him before replying.
"Hey, it's a good book. You should read it sometime."
"I have read it though. Back in the 6th grade." He laughed at what he said.
"What was that? Like 100 years ago?" He put his hand on his chest, acting like he was offended by my words, but he just laughed and walked over to the others. I shook my head, smiling at the jokes. Once I made it to the others, I stood in between Addy and Garrnet, twiddling my fingers on my hachet.
Stop it. You're already getting attached. This is what happens when you join a group.
My mind started to race back and forth. Thinking about what would happen if I continued to let these people in. But I couldn't help it. These people were stupid, trying to take a man to California just to save at least 20 people. I needed to be there to help them. To make sure they didn't get themselves killed. That's what they needed to think anyways.