Reformation

14: The Truth

On instinct, I pulled out my gun and cocked it. She was going to be the one who died tonight.

She put her hands up in surrender.

"Don't move," I got up and pulled her weapons out of her belt.

"I don't want to hurt you-"

I pressed my gun to her forehead and pulled down the shoulder of my shirt, so my gunshot scar was visible. "Oh yeah? What do you call that?"

Her eyes grew wide. "I swear I never-"

"The day of the attack, you told Ryan that you would kill everyone he loved, you were trying to kill me,"

"I never meant I was actually going to do it, I'm not that sick. That gunshot was probably from crossfire. Speaking of sick, you're alive?"

"Why are you being so nice to me? Why aren't you trying to kill me? I stole your boyfriend." My throat was dry, my hands shaking.

"I don't like to hold grudges, Arizona. The stress is bad for my skin. Besides, I'm with someone else now."

I was hesitant to take my gun down, but I don't think she was trying to hurt me so I did.

Her eyes dropped to my stomach. "Uhhhh...."

"What? Never seen a pregnant woman before?" I was exhausted and fed up.

"How far in are you?"

"I don't know, thirty four? All I know is it's coming soon."

"Why aren't you with Ryan?"

I explained to her what happened since Beatrice first arrived and tried not to burst out into sobs. I just wanted Ryan back.

"I'm so sorry." she said. She actually sounded like she cared.

"Me too." I mumbled.

"So you got out? Are Jack and Jane okay?"

I stared down at my feet. "We all got out, but eight months ago, Jane died on a run."

She took in a sharp breath and put a hand over her mouth. "Janie is dead?"

I nodded. I could tell she was trying very hard not to cry, so was I.

"If you don't feel too threatened by me, I have a camp."

I really wanted to go, but I felt like Ryan might not be able to find Ryan, and I'm not sure who I can trust at this point. But, I wasn't going to be able to survive alone out here. "Thank you. Just until I find Ryan,"

She smiled. "You can stay with us as long as you want,"

Her truck was parked on a side road a quarter of a mile away. It was smeared with blood and had dismembered limbs hanging off of the bumper.

"Sorry. It's my fiance's truck."

"Your fiancé is pretty messed up." I muttered to myself.

I got into the passenger seat, Kiera in the driver's. If I thought the limbs were disturbing, what I saw hanging from the rearview mirror were even more gruesome. Blood stained, yellow teeth were strung on a piece of twine.

"What the hell?" I said as Kiera started the car.

"He likes trophies. His toughest kills, most of them were done with his bare hands," She smiled and looked at the teeth proudly.

I wanted to change the conversation. "Back there, you were surprised I was alive,"

"I have a lot to explain to you, but let's start back at the attack." She sighed. "I was with Faith and my mom for a while, then our car ran out of gas and I went to go find some supplies. When I got back," she took in a shaky breath. "I found a group of them, all that was left was my mom's locket." She pulled a necklace from under her shirt. "So I was on my own. For months, I just wandered. Sleeping where I could, eating what I could, then I came across this guy named Jim."