Dead love in my hands (Troy Otto story/ Fear the walking dead/ ftwd)

Iron taste

While I was bandaging Oliver, I asked him about what had happened. The boy's version was not much different from Linda's version. Only less emotional.

"And who taught you to drive, tell me?" I tried to distract him so it wouldn't hurt so much.

"Robbie. My friend. There were five of us. When it all started. He was older. He was almost 18. We were from the same neighborhood. By the way. Are we not taking our car?"

I shook my head negatively.

"This is very bad. It was Robbie's car. The memory of him."

"The memory is in your head, it's just a thing," I stroked his head.

"Yes, you're right. Thank you." He nodded over his shoulder at me.

Otto came up to us.

"I'm Troy," he held out his hand to the boy.

"Oliver," he shook Troy's hand and smiled, "thank you for helping me."

Troy nodded.

"Dell, I've heated the water, you can wash up. If you need any help, call me."

I calling Linda with him, offered to take a shower a little further away from the "camp". Troy and I bought some shampoo at the shop.

Linda poured water on my hair, helping to wash off the shampoo. It was unpleasant, but better than nothing. The shower was something I still couldn't do without. I needed him every day. After I washed,I helped linda do the same thing. Oliver and Troy were talking about something in the back of the truck. We decided not to bother them.

When we were coming back from the shower, Linda asked:

"How long have you and Troy been together?"

"I met him after all this happened."

"He really loves you."

"How do you know that?"

"I've seen the way he looks at you..."

"And how?"

"It's like there's nothing else around. He's a good man. You chose him for a reason."

"Yes, he's really good."

"And very beautiful man! You too, by the way." She smiled.

"Thanks... but I met him when he wanted to kill me," I smiled, remembering how I met Troy. At that time I didn't understand what would come of it.

"Tell me more about it, it's interesting!"

I told the story of how Troy and I met.

At the end story, we were just getting back to our camp.

"What are you two chatting about?" asked Troy, hauling the last gas can into our car.

"Della told me about how you two met."

"Yeah, it was an interesting meeting. As soon as she took the rifle from me and turned around, I knew it was fate!"

"Don't lie, you were gonna shoot me!"

"No! I knew right away I wanted to be with you as soon as I looked into your eyes!"

We all laughed.

"What are we going to do in Canada?" asked Linda suddenly.

I wondered. It was a good question. What do we do when we get there?

"We'll find a suitable house and all live together," Troy suddenly answered, "Della will teach you how to cook, I'll help Oliver learn hunting. We'll be a family."