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Chapter 48: "I Hate Surprises"

I abruptly woke up, looking over at my radio which was buzzing.

"Carmen? This is Jack. I've got a surprise for you. Come out to the main area of Dock Town." A scratchy voice rung through.

I lazily grabbed it, bringing the mic to my mouth. "What?.." I muttered.

"Just get out here!" He laughed. "You'll know the surprise when you see it."

I dropped my radio on my dresser again, slowly approaching the dock. I rubbed my eyes and looked up to see Jack and his daughter Bambi, who was clinging to his sleeve. I slowly waved as he gave me a smile. "Hey... How'd you get here so fast? And why are you here so early?" I mumbled.

He gave me a shrug. "Don't know. Just the time we arrived. It takes a while to get from Hawaii all the way to Florida, y'know." He explained.

"I know, I know." I half laughed.

He eventually wanted tea. I let him come into my dock house and made tea for Mitch, Jack, and Bambi. Then a figure passed into the doorway. I looked over my shoulder and saw Perri. I couldn't read her expression, but my gut tightened a bit with guilt.

"Want any tea?" I innocently asked her. She gave me a slight frown and shook her head.

"I only drink coffee." She replied. "No thank." I nodded, finishing off my tea. I wondered if she was mad. Probably should have given her a ring on the radio. I glanced up over my cup to Mitch. He had his empty cup on the floor, sleeping on my couch.

I put my cup down, and looked up, seeing a blonde figure. I jerked back for a moment when it dawned on me that Mika was back. My eyebrows raised slightly and Jack murmured, "M-mika?"

They exchanged an awkward stare and she pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, yeah.." She muttered, exhaling.

I zoned out a bit, closing my eye for a moment. Wonder how this is going to turn out.

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I woke up to the sound of my fridge opening. "Son of a bitch, steal my beer!" I yelled, blindly throwing my pillow. I rubbed my eye, sitting up. My eye caught on Jack, who had my pillow caught in his hand.

"Sorry. You were asleep."

"So you steal my shit?"

Perri snorted at my response. I was grumpy in the mornings, as you can tell. I rubbed my head, blinking slightly. I stretched a bit and looked outside for a moment. I sauntered over to my fridge and opened it, brushing past Jack.

"No food?.." I grumbled.

Jack raised his hands in defense. "I didn't take those." I slowly shut my fridge and grabbed my AK-47, slinging it.

"Alright.." I sighed, walking out. I should probably be getting more stock anyhow.

I walked down the dock, and then into the sandy terrain. I haven't been out here in a while due to the harsh conditions and danger. I felt a tap on my shoulder and glanced over. Mitch gave me a smile and I gave a slight smile back. "Thanks." was all I said, turning forward again, continuing to walk.

"So what are we getting?" He asked curiously.

"Food, alcohol, ammunition, others." I listed off on my fingers.

"Sure you should be doing this while you're tired?" He frowned a bit.

"Mhm." I nodded. "It's alright. I needed more of this stuff anyway. Plus, there are more people in my house. I can't just starve you guys."

His fingers brushed over his tomahawk as he nodded. "Right." I couldn't tell what his emotion was. I examined him for a moment and then looked forward again, continuing to walk. I hadn't really explored a lot of Florida, but I bet we could find a hut or something to smuggle stuff from.

"Mitch," I spoke up. He glanced at me. "When I 'force' you to do things, do you hate every moment of it?" I asked curiously. He frowned, shaking his head.

"No, of course not." He replied slowly. I took a small, quiet breath.

"You didn't have to come help me," I commented.

"I want to, though." He said, his stare burning through me. I shrugged a bit, looking ahead. I saw a small shack and my brows raised a bit. I motioned towards it.

"Come on," I said, picking up my pace. I raised my gun and slowly entered, looking around for a moment. I turned on my flashlight, silencing my steps. I searched all the rooms in the shack and turned to Mitch. "Clear," I said. He walked in, keeping his gun lowered.

I turned, beginning to go through the crates. I picked up some rounds, shells, and food, dropping them in my backpack. "Mitch." I half yelled, peering around.

"Yeah?" He called from the other room.

"What'd you find?" I asked, slinging my pack, walking in. He revealed a few medical supplies and books. I gave him a nod. "Nice."

"Should we head back?-" Then there was a sudden click and I quickly turned.

Bad idea.

A bullet collided with my stomach, sending an excruciating pain through my entire body. I fell to my knees, breathing becoming something difficult to do. Another shot went off but it didn't hit me. I tensed as a couple more sounded. I weakly raised my head to see a figure fall. Then a pair of arms slowly adjusted me on my back, working with my wound.

I couldn't feel anything. I was just gasping for air. Inhaling. Exhaling.

That shot was probably fatal. Rung in my head.

My eyes opened, my pupils shaking lightly. I saw Mitch, his hands pressing a towel to my stomach. He looked distressed as Hell. I couldn't hear shit.

I felt my heartbeat in my head, a warm liquid running from my mouth, down my jaw. My arms laid still beside me. I finally heard something, but it was only a wail escape from deep inside Mitch's throat. He then began to cry. I could barely hear anything as it already was.

I closed my eyes. This sensation was very pleasureful.

That shot was probably fatal.

That shot was probably fatal.

I felt myself being lightly shaken, I kept my eyes shut, becoming very tired and lazy. "Don't you fucking give up on me!" Mitch's panicked voice rung in my ears.

I tried to talk, but I couldn't. I felt like I was being crushed by a gigantic weight. My stomach hurt and I was slowly picked up, making more blood rush from my mouth. I surprisingly made a small groan from the pain. I stretched slightly, trying to stop it.

My eyes struggled half open, looking at Mitch. I tried out talking again. "Sorry.." I said finally. I tried to make a smile but it didn't quite work. Jesus, even doing that hurt.

That shot was probably fatal.

That shot was probably fatal.

That shot was probably fatal.

I gave up on talking and just rested myself back, letting whatever were to happen, happen. I literally felt all my systems shutting down, my legs and biceps started becoming heavy and weak. I felt cold as I bled out, even though the pressure was still on my gut.

My thoughts were a clouded cluster, as I couldn't think properly. I'd never expected this from one bullet.

It then began to hurt when I breathed. I let my eyes stay shut, just thinking about Dock Town, Hawaii, and all the other little places I had gone to.

The last thing that fled into my mind was loud and clear.

That shot was fatal.

And everything twisted black.

(this isn't the last chapter. I still have one more so stick around.

YES this is the end of the book. school is being really mean so i decided "it's good to end it at 50"

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