"Get your hands off me you ignorant piece of shit."
In which two siblings get strapped along for the ride.
TWD
G.R. X O.C. X O.C.
Slow burn & love triangle!
*NOT POLY
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Atlanta Camp, midafternoon...
If anyone would've told Eleanor Adams that she would be yanked out of her first semester of freshman year because of some stupid pandemic, she would've told you to fuck off, this isn't 1920. Better yet, if someone tried to convince her that on their way to some fallout shelter, they ran into her mom's two younger sisters in a giant traffic jam outside of Atlanta. She would have informed you that while her father did his fair share of gambling... The luck of the Adams' wasn't that good.
Nonetheless, here she was, walking through the forest following her aunt Amy while looking for wild foliage that could be consumed... and no, she wasn't happy about it. If there's one inherent trait that ran through the Adams' like cold blood it was a shitty attitude. Swarmed with negativity, eye rolls, sarcastic snaps, and a potty mouth to top it all off. If Elle and her brother didn't hate life before, they sure did now.
But all there's left to do is survive... apparently. That's what Rory Adams told her children when they spent two full days wallowing in the tent. They needed to survive so they could find Dad and he would know what to do. General Lucas Adams always knew what to do, and he kindly let everyone know it too. Funny the one time Elle would've taken his advice seriously he was stationed in Washington for some dumb recruiting convention.
It is impeccable timing, but that always seems to happen to the Adams siblings.
"Ellie," Amy scoffed, her lip turned up in annoyance. "You're not even listening to me. I'm trying to tell you about the trip me and my friends took this summer."
"Yeah," The younger blonde sighed, slowly pulling herself from her rugged thoughts. "The one where you hooked up with that guy, you called me when it happened." Elle reminded her aunt.
"I know, I'm giving you all the details now. You should hear it, it's really funny." Amy insisted, bending down to scoop a handful of mushrooms into her bucket.
"Should you really be telling your niece about your sex life?"
"You're basically my cousin, just because my parents had huge age gaps between their kids doesn't mean you need to act all formal, Andrea can be your aunt. I was an accident which makes me like an honorary cousin." Amy continued talking though her partner in foraging was no longer listening. Once again she was trapped in her mind as they trekked through the forest, within shouting distance at the orders of Dale Horvath. He often sat atop the RV with a rifle in hand, watching over everyone. He had actually been the one to find Amy and Andrea stuck outside a broken-down car on the I-89.
He kindly picked them up and allowed them sanctuary in his motorhome, until they got stuck behind a Ford Ranger in a jam that went miles outside the city, but it wasn't just any Ford Ranger. It was the 1994 Ford Ranger registered to Luke Adams and driven by his son Tucker. A slumbering mother in the passenger seat and a grumbling sister stuck in the middle.
