Just Survive::AmericaXreader

Chapter Eleven

The forest was quiet; completely void of life. Leaves crunched under the horse's hooves, and the bare branches attempted to block out the sun. "Fall came faster than expected." Alfred muttered, looking around. "Good thing you and Gil got those clothes and extra blankets. But I think we might need something for the animals too. We don't have enough room in the barn to keep all the animals." You nodded, your gaze trailing along the wooded area around you.

"Maybe we could find some thing to build an extra shelter. Something that wouldn't take to long to build. Maybe make some blankets for them that'll fit." You suggested, then looked back at him. Alfred nodded.

"What are you guys doing out here?" A Russian accent asked as hooves sounded behind you. You turned to see Ivan and Alfred grumbled under his breath. You smiled and waved as he pulled his horse up beside yours. His horse was the largest, being a draft horse. You weren't quite sure, but you knew that it was a Russian breed. "We're not allowed to go down this way; it's always flooded with Roamers."

Alfred groaned and glared at Ivan. "But it's not right now, so chill. Plus, I wanna find out why this trail is always over-run. Maybe there's a reason." Alfred sped Freedom up to a trot. Ivan and you did the same.

Ivan rolled his eyes. "Either that, or there's no reason. Maybe this is a preferred environment for the dead."

You groaned, stopping Rover. "Will you two shut up and stop bickering!?" The two males pulled their beasts to a stop in front of you. "I swear you two are going t-" You froze mid-sentence, staring off into the distance.

The American furrowed his brow, about to speak when you hushed him. You listened for a moment longer before kicking Rover's sides. The paint neighed before cantering down the trail. Ivan and Alfred called after you and followed you. However, you didn't stop until you reached the other side of the trees. You gasped, pulling Rover to a stop. A man was standing on the porch of a wall kept ranch house, shooting several Roamer's down. You pulled out your pistol, speeding Rover back up. You aimed and shot, helping with the last few.

"Hey! Who asked for your help!?" The man asked, now pointing his gun in your direction.

You narrowed your eyes at him, keeping Rover in place. "Your gun did. All that noise will attract more of them."

The man grumbled under his breath. "I know that."

"Clearly not." You rolled your eyes and slipped off Rover's back.

"(Name)!" Two voices called as frantic hoofbeats approached. "Don't go off like that again!"

Alfred stopped Freedom and ran to your side. "What the he-"

"Get off my land!" The man on the porch screamed, swinging his gun around. Ivan ran up to the man and tried to settle him down as Alfred spoke to you.

You groaned as Alfred dragged you a little ways away. "What were you thinking? There could have been more than that! If there was, you'd be bit or dead!" You avoided looking at him as he tried to make eye contact. "(Name), please look at me." His tone gentled as he grabbed your hand. You relaxed slightly, peering up at him. "It's scary when you suddenly run off like that. Especially now'a days. Please... Don't pull that crap again."

"I'm sorry," you muttered, looking down. "I won't do it again." You bit your lip, unable to return your gaze to him. Alfred sighed, wrapping his arms around you. You grasped his shirt, resting your head on his chest.

"It's alright, (Name)... You just worried me a bit is all," he whispered, placing his chin on your head. "Come on... Let's go apologize to that asshole."

You smiled, then followed him back. Ivan and the man on the porch were conversing.

The man that had a gun pointed at you just moments ago smiled at you and held out his hand. "Sorry. I'm just adrenaline rushed from that," he gestured to the bodies lying on the ground. "I'll make it up to you. I'm José. What's your name?"