Yours Truly, Zombies. (Supernatural)

Chapter 6: Willie

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Who would have thought, that not even two days after an apocalypse has struck, that I'd be searching for food to feed ten people? I mean, I could have pictured that. But here I was, feeding a child. 

Weird. After Alyssa told me about her distaste for peaches, I ransacked through the supply cellar until I found a can of chicken noodle soup. I tried to heat it, but she insisted that she wanted it cold. 

So now I stood, watching Alyssa carefully slurp the thick noodles and chew with her tiny mouth. Everyone else was already done eating; Dean probably had them doing something useful. While I stood, waiting for the little girl to finish, an eerie thought came to my head. 

There hadn't been too much food in the supply cellar. There were a few blankets, and some food. But not a lot, like you'd expect it to have. With ten people, I'd say there was only enough for a week, maybe two if we ate very sparingly. 

Noel, Maddy, and Dean entered the small room. Immediately the two girls went about picking up plates and mugs and bowls. Dean walked over to me with a cloud of panic glazing over his eyes. 

"Did you see how much food we have down there?" He asked, his voice straining a bit. I nodded solemnly. So he had been thinking the same thing. 

"Well?" Dean asked after a moment of silence. "Well," I responded slowly, "we could stay until we run out of food, then head out to find supplies." He shook his head. "No, that won't work." 

I gave him an impatient look. "Of course it will work!" I snapped quietly. "I'm not that stupid, ya know!" Dean shook his head again in disagreement. "And what if we travel far? We won't have any god damn food." He hissed. 

I widened my eyes. I hadn't thought of that. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "Exactly," Dean said. "Now, I say we stay here no more than three days, pack up our stuff, and get the hell outta here." I nodded once again. "I'll go tell the others," I whispered. 

Dean acknowledged me with his green eyes and walked away with Noel and Maddy, who had completely gathered the unusual eating utensils. 

I looked over at Alyssa, now cleaned up and staring at me with big eyes. "What is gonna happen to us?" She begged in a hushed voice. I took a deep breath and answered honestly. "I don't know." 

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Willie's POV 

I watched silently as Mary spoke in front of us. I could see her struggling to find the right words, and although she gave off a calm presence, I saw fear hiding in her golden eyes. 

What pretty eyes, I praised. With freckles and brown hair, she was not my type at all. But, for some reason, I couldn't stop looking at her. She had a particularly strong jaw for a girl, and although she seemed tough, it didn't make her look manly. Her nose had a bump in the middle, slightly crooked and looked particularly like she had broken it in the past. 

Her lips weren't thin, but weren't thick. They looked very kiss- wait, what did she just say? "We will gather supplies tomorrow, and head out the day after that. Any questions?" She paused, "Good. Now go get some rest." Everyone listened and went off in separate ways. The tall man, Dean, handed out blankets to each person as they went out the door. Mary handed some out at the other entryway. 

I walked, well, strutted, over to Mary and crossed my arms. "Excuse me, I missed that. Why are we packing, and why are we LEAVING?" I asked with unnecessary force. Mary rolled her eyes. "Not funny," she spat, and shoved a thin blanket my way. Okay, maybe the force was necessary. 

"No, I'm serious," I pleaded. Mary sighed loudly. "We're leaving, before we run out of supplies." She spoke slow, dragging out words like she was speaking to a toddler. She took back her hand when I reached for the blanket. "Sorry," she said sourly. "We're out of blankets." 

This girl will be the death of me. 

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Mary's POV 

That boy will be the death of me. 

I turned away and walked off to sleep, smirking at his dumb expression. I wanted to look over my shoulder and snap a picture, but I held back the urge. 

Speaking of pictures.. My smirk dropped as I remembered the video diaries. I looked around, making sure no one was watching, and ran up the staircase. The rough carpet muffled my footsteps well. 

I dropped my blanket to the floor and picked up the golden, dirty key. I held it carefully between my index finger and thumb, navigating myself through darkness to find the jewelry box. I was almost sure the electricity worked, but I didn't want to lead anyone upstairs with a light. 

Instead, I took out my small handheld flashlight from my pocket and shined it on the floor. The box was easy to spot: Big, shiny, and probably made from real wood. Plus, it was right next to the old video camera. I tip toed silently over, settling my self Indian-style on the floor and positioning the box in front of me. 

Sure enough, the latch was the same gold as the key. I closed my eyes and breathed for a minute, then opened my eyes and readied myself for what I would find. Another camera? More precious memories? 

I put in the key. Maybe I shouldn't do this. Maybe I would find a gun. Or a suicide letter. I turned the key. Click. No. No no no no no. I slowly opened the lid... 

Music played, a soft tickling melody. It mesmerized me as I watched the spinning ballerina, and I gazed at its small, porcelain reflection in the rusty mirror behind it. My gaze flickered down the the contents, a small black box and a dried up rose, onyx with age but still miraculously in tact. 

My breath caught in my throat as I lifted the tiny velvet box, knowing what it could be. This couldn't be happening. I opened it greedily and gazed at it. 

A ring. A god damn engagement right. The gem was nothing special, and the silver was beginning to tarnish. It was beautiful. 

A note fluttered out like a small butterfly, landing in my lap. I help back sobs as I unfolded it. 

'My Love,

I know it's not much. But you are always bugging me about stealing, so I bought this with money I got from random jobs. I know we talked about this, I know you don't believe in marriage after all you've seen. But, this is us we're talking about, baby. I love you with all my heart, and I have never felt like this before. You make my knees weak, and my heart pounds when I see you. Please. 

Marry Me?' 

I felt the tears sting at my eyes and run down my cheeks for the second time that day. But I didn't hold it back. I layed down in defeat as sob after sob shook me, twirling up my insides. I felt my gut wrench, and the peaches I had so many hours ago threatened to meet the floor. 

"No," I cried. "No, please no." I called out for someone I knew would never be there. "Dad," I sniffed, snot running down my face. "Daddy, please," I layed on my back and sobbed loudly. "Please come back," I begged the ceiling. 

It took me a minute to realize there was someone at the top of the stairway, staring at me. The light behind him showed me the familiar outline of Dean, although the tears in my eyes made him appear blurry and thin. He walked towards me, and I lept from my position on the floor. 

I ran to him blindly, ramming into him with giant hug. I buried my face in his shoulder, crying like a baby. "D-Dean," I stuttered. "I found something, a ring, and a note, and, and it," I exploded into another round of tears, unable to finish my sentence. 

Dean's hand rubbed in slow circles on my back, sending tingles down my spine. "What the heck are you-" I leaned back and looked at his face. Shit. 

It was Willie.