"Hey! Dickheads! How come the only people helping me are Munson and this random girl?" Steve snaps at the younger boys. "We lose light in forty minutes! Let's go, let's go, I said!"
"Alright, asshole! God!"
"Okay! Stupid."
"You guys need to help with the barrels. I'll start with the gasoline," Angie orders as they return to the group.
Once the gasoline is poured, Angie helps Max gather scrap metal.
"It's getting kinda toasty out here," she sighs, removing her bomber jacket and leaving her tank top exposed.
"Holy shit," Steve mutters as he approaches. "You're totally ripped, Munson."
"What?" Max looks up, surprised at Angie's unexpectedly athletic build. "When did that happen?"
"When did what happen?" Angie mumbles, uncomfortable with all the stares.
"You don't participate in any sports," Harrington points out.
"So? I'm a freak. Why does that matter?"
"Because I'm saying you should. You could be such a fucking good athlete."
"Well, I'm not interested," she mutters, stepping away to lift another piece of scrap.
"That's bullshit," Steve sighs, pointing at her hands.
"Fucking hell, Harrington. Stop doing that," she mutters, shrugging off the fidgeting.
She lifts the metal and carries it herself.
"Never mind, of course you can lift it by yourself."
"I'm a strong, independent woman, Harrington!" she calls over her shoulder as she drops the scrap onto the bus.
"Yeah, yeah, Munson. I know."
"Hey, guy! Look what I found," Max yells, swinging an old metal bat. "Just imagine me using this to kill this thing... if it actually exists."
"It does," the others say in unison.
Max looks between them all. "Okay, then."
"But," Angie takes the bat from her, "I'm older than you, which means it's my responsibility to make sure you don't die... You're staying in the bus at all times."
"Okay, mom," Max rolls her eyes as she boards.
"Thanks, Max!" Angie calls after her, flipping the bat between her hands before swinging it powerfully.
"How did you learn to swing like that?" Steve asks.
"I used to play sports, Harrington. Lots of 'em," she replies.
"Why'd you stop?"
"Why'd you become so nosy, all of a sudden?"
"Fair... just curious."
"Yeah, well stop. You don't have to pretend."
"Pretend?"
"Yeah, pretend. We both know that once we get back to normal, you're going to treat me like shit. Just like always."
"I'm not pretending—"
"Spare me, Harrington. You're either an ass—King Steve—or you're not. I'm pretty sure you are."
Steve sighs and steps onto the bus without another word.
Angie enters last as the sun dips below the horizon. "I guess I'll take first shift."
It doesn't take long for Lucas to take her spot, claiming it's so she doesn't get cold, but really he's tired of listening to Steve flick his lighter repeatedly.
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Angelica "Freak Two" Munson
Fanfiction"Hey, Harrington!" she reverses against her heel, flipping him the bird, "The names Freak Two, actually. If you're gonna insult me, you might as well do it right." ---------- Angelica Beatrice Munson, aka "Freak Two" is Eddie Munson's younger sister...
