Clementine x Male reader : We Are Monsters

Chapter 48

The rain didn't reduce in intensity, in fact it was the complete opposite. Soon you were drenched, your hair all over your face, walking in the countless muddy puddles all over the tar with splashing noises. Your jeans and more specifically the hems were so soaked that they were cramping your movements, and you're not even talking about how cold you were feeling. Chilling, you wiped your face from all the rainwater and put the hood of your hoodie over your head. Just before doing so you pulled your humid hair backwards like a 1930's mobster, then wiped your gloves on your jeans.

It's been twenty minutes since you left that house, and maybe a mile and a half. Curtis was walking alongside you, shaking the rain off his fur every two minutes or so. He was thrilling as well, but it didn't stop him from drinking in some of the puddles and running in them with enthusiasm.

The girl was still true to herself, staying quiet and certainly not complaining. You could barely see her wince once in a while when she'd put too much pressure on her right ankle, and she wasn't even walking that slow considering she walked right into a trap, quite literally. She did say something when the rain started to pour out though, like : "I wished I had an umbrella." or something like that. 

She had put the hood of her newly acquired denim jacket over her baseball cap, and even if you found it weird at first that she wouldn't want to remove her cap to at least preserve it from the rain if she cares about it that much, you didn't ask questions.

Now, the rain had gained so much in intensity that the deafening rumble of thousands of rain drops hitting the tar and leaves in the forest was resonating in your ears, and you couldn't see further than five hundred feet ahead because of a mist starting to raise from the ground like the souls of the damned. It didn't take long for the hood to get completely soaked through, to the point you could feel the raindrops on your hair no matter what. Slashing mercilessly your clothes, the rain didn't stay alone for long in the sky. Soon, a flash pierced the sky covered by thick greyish and black clouds, and the rumble of thunder shook the whole countryside. It landed close.

To add on top of that, your nose started to itch, same for your throat, and you kinda sneezed and coughed at the same time. It wasn't pleasant. Sniffing, you kept wiping your nose every ten seconds to repress your sneezes, and swallowed as much saliva as possible to drown that growing itchy feeling in your throat. It wasn't enough though, and soon you cleared your throat like a heavy smoker and spat on the tar a chunk of yellowish saliva which made you grumble in disgust as you wiped your lips.

- Can't we wait somewhere for the rain to stop ? you asked the girl.

- Good luck to find anything but a shithole 'round here, she replied.

- At this point even a car would do it for me, you mumbled while wiping the rain off your eyelids.

Soon, your socks and then your feet got soaked, and you could probably take a shower if you stripped down your clothes and just stood in the rain. Like a holy miracle, in the distance, you saw by the road a small dirt parking lot. The only vehicle left on it was a grey Peugeot 205, the tires completely deflated, the windshield and roof covered with a greasy mix of decomposed leaves, dirt and moss. There was a hiking trail by the parking, sneaking inside the forest and quickly disappearing under bushes and weed due to years of neglect, and that was it.

You slowed down, looked at the girl, she looked at you, and you both nodded at the same idea. You left the road, walked towards the Peugeot and tried to open the door. It was locked, but not for long. After looking for a few seconds at the ground, you found a "key" and grabbed it while feeling its weight and round shape. You took a good impulse and shattered the passenger window before throwing the rock somewhere behind your shoulder. Then, you unlocked the car from the inside, opened the door and threw your backpack on the mat while installing yourself on the seat with a sigh, removing your hood and sleeking your hair backwards at the same time.