ABOUT 5 miles east of Camp, a black SUV was parked on the beach.
They tied up the boat at a private dock. Nico and I helped Dakota and Leila haul Michael Kahale ashore.
The big guy was still only half-conscious, mumbling what Nico assumed were football calls: 'Red twelve. Right thirty-one. Hike.' Then he giggled uncontrollably.
'We'll leave him here,' Leila said. 'Just don't bind him. Poor guy ...'
'What about the car?' Dakota asked. 'The keys are in the glove compartment, but, uh, can you drive?'
Leila frowned. 'I thought you could drive. Aren't you seventeen?' 'I never learned!' Dakota said. 'I was busy.' 'I would've laughed if we weren't in a life or death situation.' Dakota rolled his eyes at me.
'I've got it covered,' Nico promised.
They both looked at him.
'You're, like, fourteen,' Leila said. 'Thirteen' I corrected her.
'I didn't say I would be behind the wheel.' Nico said. Ohhh he's going to use the zombie chauffeur he told us about.
He knelt and placed his hand on the ground. He's such a weirdo. Dakota and Leila looked scared to say the least. 'Jules- Albert. Let's go.'
The ground split. A zombie in a ragged nineteenth-century motoring outfit clawed his way to the surface. Leila stepped back. Dakota screamed like a kindergartner. I laughed so hard I started coughing.
'What is that, man?' Dakota protested.
'This is my driver,' Nico said. 'Jules-Albert finished first in the Paris–Rouen motorcar race back in 1895, but he wasn't awarded the prize because his steam car used a stoker.' 'Dam poor guy' I said as I placed my hand on Dakota's shoulder.
Leila stared at him. 'What are you even talking about?'
'He's a restless soul, always looking for another chance to drive,' Nico said. 'The last few years, he's been my driver whenever I need one.'
'You have a zombie chauffeur,' Leila said.
'I call shotgun.' Nico got in on the passenger's side. I sat in the corner. Dakota in middle and Leila near the other window. I feel like a dog because I want to take my head out and pant. Anyways, Let me give you an example of how patient Julius is. He could drive straight up to an encampment of wild centaurs and navigate through them without getting nervous.
They had back ends like palominos, tattoos all over their hairy arms and chests, and bullish horns protruding from their foreheads. This is terrifying. This is not what I imagined centaurs to look like.
The SUV nudged its way through, honking when necessary. Occasionally a centaur glared through the driver's side window, saw the zombie driver and backed away in shock.
'Pluto's pauldrons,' Dakota muttered. 'Even more centaurs arrived overnight.'
'Don't make eye contact,' Leila warned. 'They take that as a challenge for a duel to the death.' Holy shit. I was looking straight ahead. Wow this place would've looked greater if I wasn't in life or death situation.
Dog-headed men prowled in packs, their poleaxes gleaming in the light of campfires. Beyond that milled a tribe of two-headed men dressed in rags and blankets like homeless guys, armed with a haphazard collection of slings, clubs and metal pipes.
'Octavian is an idiot,' Nico hissed. 'He thinks he can control these creatures?'
'They just kept showing up,' Leila said. 'Before we knew it ... well, look.'
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Mr Fire hazard (Leo Valdez x reader)
FanfictionThis is going to be an enemies to lovers book. You're going to be Frank's sister. I'm only writing this because I couldn't find a book I liked. Know something if you want to read some very romantic thing this book ain't it because the love story is...
