Junkyard Bastion

A Sense of Confusion

<9:44am><Beckett's POV>

"What?!"

This old man must be out his damn mind if he thinks I wanna bring Amy along. "Give me three good reasons why I shouldn't have her tag along." I stare at him.

"Well firstly she doesn't know how to fight, I can't defend her AND Orion here. Secondly, she's not good under pressure, remember when she accidentally shot someone because she was scared of a zombie and missed?" Zeriah and Orion share a concerned look, whilst my dad nods thoughtfully, then waves his hand for me to continue.

"And..." He raises an eyebrow at me. "She's really ugly." He scoffs, and the two behind me break out in loud laughter. "If Zeriah and Orion saw her, they would scream and run away!" I raise my hands in the air as if it'll explain better—"And I can't go chasing them around all day." My dad shakes his head with a small smile. "Fine. But I'm still going to send someone with you."

"Fair enough." I shrug. I turn around from the ground to look at Zeriah and Orion, they're practicing handshakes.

...

A tall, muscular man stands before the three of us, and I start to wonder if this is the right man, until he interrupts my thoughts when he speaks in a deep, British accent. "Well, aren't you all just rays of sunshine?" He says in a sarcastic tone. I give him my hand, and he shakes it firmly. "I hope this isn't too much trouble for you sir, my dad's a bit protective." I chuckle sheepishly.

"Well I wouldn't wanna have my boss's son to be killed, hm?"—Zeriah, Orion, and I share a look. "Yep," Orion says with a particularly tight tone.

Orion stares at this man, his eyes trailing over every detail, and I start to get suspicious. Does he know this man? My mind begins to wander, and I get lost in thought until the man speaks again, "Wesley. Wesley Anderson." He nods at the three of us.

I look back at Orion, he looks as if he's been struck with something, and I can't begin to wonder what.

<Orion's POV>

If I've been staring that much, Beckett noticed. And yeah, maybe I don't know why I'm staring at this man (I do, but I don't feel ready to admit that yet) but there's something about him that piques my interest.

I'd be lying if I said he wasn't good-looking though.

<Zeriah's POV>

if I said this guy wasn't intimidating, then I'll say it now. He has this sort of weird feeling to him. I feel like I've seen him before. I don't think anyone has made me feel this perplexed.

Excluding Beckett. We got over it though.

<Beckett's POV>

The man waves his hand in our faces, "You lot seriously love to zone out huh?" He places his hand back onto his hip, hoisting up his belt. "Oh, sorry." I subconsciously tighten my jaw again, and I look down, spotting a few things on the floor.

"Should we get goin' then?" He asks us with a small smirk on his face. We all nod, and he leads us to a run-down parking lot, at least a few minutes from my house. He grabs his bike and gestures to a few more on the side "I hope you know how to ride bikes. Not like any car works nowadays."

I grab a bike from my right and I get comfortable on the seat.

<Orions POV>

I hop on my bike quickly, excited to be riding one again. I wobble a bit and plant a foot down on the floor. Don't get me wrong, I'm a damn professional at riding bikes but this weird sense of whatever-the-fuck just washed over me so quickly, and I begin to worry if I had forgotten how to ride a bike.

Not a fucking chance.

I lock eyes with the ma- Wesley, and his eyes narrow, looking at me with thought. I'm assuming he saw the look in my eyes and his eyes widened. He curses under his breath and turns away, and I begin to feel something in my head pulling, like something being removed without will.

I suddenly get upright onto the bike, feeling confident because I know I won't forget something so easy. Obviously. Whatever he did, uh...

Well, I don't really care, not like it matters.

<10:12am><Beckett's POV>

We begin riding downhill into the empty highway. Small hills, and towns covering the sides. The clouds cover the sky, soft rumbles indicating a storm. I lift my head and I smell the air, the humidity feeling more dense as we ride down the highway.

We're driving right into the storm it seems, but I think it's alright because there are many shelters we can use to rest and pick back up. I ride along the highway and the towns once abandoned became filled with zombies. Who were once living.

Looking up at the sky I noticed nearly all clouds were gone.

The sky darkens.