Cowboy

61) Unite

"Fuck off." Alicia spat as the redhead tried to help her in the back of the truck.

"What is with you two and the sass?" He asked, letting her get in by herself.

She rolled her eyes. "We don't need your help Uncle Sam." She said. "The only reason we're letting you 'take us' is because my brother is passed out."

"My names Abraham for starters, and number two... we're not taking you." He said, slamming the tailgate shut. "Get comfy. It's a long ride."
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Alicia watched as Tara wrote down another road sign on her hand as they slowed to a stop. Three walkers came to the back of the truck, trying to get in.

Alicia stood up, cocking her rifle. "Do not fire that weapon." Abraham ordered. He laughed, getting out of the truck. "Shit! Look at what we got here." He killed to walkers before stopping and looking at the third. "Oh honey look at you. You're a damn mess." He hit her twice before pushing her against the truck, getting his crowbar stuck.

Alicia and Tara got out, walking to stand in front of him. He reached out towards Alicia. "Can I borrow that a sec?" She threw him the gun. "Thanks." He used the butt end to smash her head in. "Oh I'm not leaving you out." He did the same with a walker on the ground.

He threw the gun back to Alicia. "Thanks." She scoffed.

"There's some rags in the back." He said simply. He pulled the crowbar from the truck, Alicia and Tara staring at him. "What?" He asked.

"Never seen that before." Tara said.

"You always have this much fun?" Alicia scoffed.

He looked down at the walkers on the ground, smiling. "I watched you do the same thing."

"You smiled." Tara said. "You were smiling."

Abraham looked to the side. "Well I'm the... luckiest guy in the world. How bout yall help me with one of these cars? We got some miles to go."

"I'll help." Alicia sighed. "Tara will you stay with Glenn?" Tara nodded, hopping back in the truck.

Alicia followed Abraham, ripping off the fuel cover. Abraham raised an eyebrow. "You mad or something?"

She shook her head. "Nope. As soon as my brother wakes up, I'm ditching your ass and going to find my husband and my daughter."

Abraham chuckled. "Your brother? You two don't look related."

She sighed. "We're not. Family's not defined by blood dickhead."

He held his hands up. "Sorry." Alicia stood in silence as she watched him siphon some gas from the car.

"What exactly did you need my help for?" She asked.

"Well... I really just wanted someone to talk to. Rosita's asleep and Eugene... I can't understand what the hell he's saying most of the time."

Alicia nodded. "Why did you let us keep our weapons?" She asked.

Abraham looked at her like she was crazy. "Would you rather me take em? Good lord girl it's the damn apocalypse. I ain't that mean."

She rolled her eyes, leaning against another car. "So you let us keep them and didn't worry about us killing you?"

"No... should I be worried?"

"No." She chuckled. "I guess I should be thankful for that. You know... letting us defend ourselves in the zombie apocalypse." She scoffed sarcastically.

Abraham raised an eyebrow. "Zombie apocalypse?"

"What?" Alicia asked. "You ain't never seen Dawn of The Dead? Gosh what the hell did you think these things were?"

He stood up, wiping his hands in his pants. "You think they're zombies?"

She shrugged. "We call them walkers but... yeah... this is what the movies said would happen."

Abraham laughed. "This ain't a movie sweetheart."

Alicia laughed as he turned to another car. "No you're right. Maybe it's a TV show."

"You always this sarcastic?" He asked.

"Naw." She said. "Only when I'm talking to assholes."

"Ah, I see." He nodded. He turned to look at her. "I thought we'd get along."

"Why?"

"We're both redheads... most of us died out. We're an endangered species."

Alicia couldn't help but laugh at that, shaking her head. "We should start a club."

"Oh yeah." Abraham chuckled. "Redheads unite."

"Redheads unite." She nodded.