Clementine x Male reader : We Are Monsters

Chapter 41

Around something like 4:30 pm, the last rumbles of the thunder raging in the sky were echoing in the distance. The rain stopped its heavy beating on the windows, and got replaced by small raindrops once in a while. Curtis stopped running and jumping around, and he was now waiting in the corner of the bedroom, sat and looking by the window. The thick and grey clouds got pierced from the top to the bottom by sun rays there and there, like if God himself decided to end it all. You left the bed with a grunt as you stretched yourself and cracked your back and neck, then got taken by a dizziness as your sudden change of position affected your blood flow that rushed to the head. Your vision got troubled, your field of view retracted and you felt a buzzing in your temples for a few seconds before everything went back to normal. When you got yourself together, you were bent in half with your hands over your knees. You shook your head from side to side and stood up while taking a deep breath.

Taking a look by the window and figuring out that it was safe enough to leave, you hesitated between staying here or hitting the road. After all, you don't really need anything besides medical supplies, but you don't plan on getting hurt if you settle down here for a bit. You know that when the storm showed itself, you thought you'd stay here until tomorrow, but now you got the choice. Pff. Why make it complicated ? You have two options. Let's pick one, that's it.

You opened the door leading to the corridor running all the way through the first floor, grabbed your stuff and made your way down the stairs without taking a look at the framed pictures on the wall next to you. Fifteen seconds later, you were in the driveway of the house, the yellowish gravel getting crunched under your Doc Martens. Curtis was following your lead, at a couple feet behind. You asked him to sit when you arrived in front of the garages and climbed inside the one you parked the pick-up in, cursing and struggling while trying to open the driver's door and squeeze inside the cabin after you rolled open the garage door.

The engine started nicely and smoothly, and you slowly made your way out of the garage while buckling up. You didn't bother to close the garage on the way out and opened your door while whistling at Curtis who slowly jogged to you and jumped on your knees, then on the passenger seat where he sat straight like a statue, looking at the trees on the other side of the driveway.

- Where do we go now, buddy ? you asked to him. (He looked at you, his left eye scanning you up and down. He didn't make a single noise.) You don't have any idea ? Me neither. Let's just go then. Want to put some music on ? you added while pointing at the CD player in the radio. (Still no answer.) Okay, okay. Since you can't decide yourself for anything, I'll choose the disc.

In the glove box, there were a few CDs of The Beatles, Rolling Stones, AC/DC and other famous bands. You kept searching, and nothing really inspired you. Just good old classics. You gave up on the idea of putting on music, and shifted in first before driving away with your window rolled down, to smell this scent of humid grass and tar that was floating in the air.

After five minutes of driving through a thick forest, you reached an intersection with a small gas station you didn't stop at. The road was pretty large, and the wrecks you came across on it were rare, mostly abandoned cars without any gas left in them. What was annoying was the amount of biters lost on the road, and that were forcing you to drive in the grass and always zigzag, making the tires screech and the cabin wobble left and right. More than once you weren't able to avoid all the biters that were gathered in small packs, and a few ended up under your wheels or fell after hitting the sides of the pick-up. You were always grumbling at each impact, and the sprays of blood and other liquids on the hood and windshield were making your last efforts of cleaning up the pick-up useless.

A little bit ahead on the road, you saw a red 1995 Mitsubishi Eclipse crashed against a white Chevrolet Step Van. The Mitsubishi seems to have rammed at full speed the side of the van, looking more like an accordion than anything else. You got forced to drive on the grass again, and saw that the body of the Mitsubishi's driver, reduced to the state of a skeleton, was slumped over the hood of his car after he went through the windshield. Maybe that was a suicide. Less than a minute later, you already forgot about that folk on the hood of his car and kept driving, focusing on avoiding every biter on the way.