Survive

Chapter 8 - Red

"What?" Said Mac in disbelief, I had told him about Freya's arrival as soon as he and Thomas were through the gate. She went inside with Bradley to sort out blankets because the four of us that were going out wouldn't be back until late. "You're joking,"

"Wish I was," I remarked, "she's sharing with me," Mac grinned, I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. No one had assigned Freya a room, but since Mary and I were the only ones not sharing I decided to take one for the team, Mary seemed really nice and she's made her feelings for Freya fairly obvious, besides, if I really couldn't stand her, I'd go sleep downstairs with no problem, "It's not funny, she caused you hell and now I have to share a room with her." Mac looked down at the ground to hide his smile. "Just stop me from murdering her." I muttered as I turned around, picked up my bat and climbed into the truck bed opposite Alex.

"No promises" Mac laughed.

Mary was no where to be seen, she stormed inside after she let go of Freya and me and Alex opened the gates, I made a mental note to go and talk to her when we got back, as long as it wasn't too late. Thomas was leaning against the truck on Alex's side and the two were talking and giggling together while waiting for Bradley, he was our 'designated driver' I suppose. It wasn't too long before Bradley came bounding out if the door ready to go. Thomas looked over at Bradley and nodded before kissing Alex's cheek and climbing into the passenger side of the truck.

"Ready to go?" Bradley asked as he reached the truck.

"Hell yeah!" cheered Alex.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I muttered under my breath.

"You better learn how to fight fast. But don't worry," he said, "I'll kick their arses if they come near you." he flashed a grin and climbed in beside Thomas. I admit, the thought of Bradley kicking an infected's arse was comforting, especially since I'm utterly useless at combat.

"Be careful Eu" Mac called after us as we drove out of our little compound. I watched him close the gates behind us as we got further away.

It was around Midday, and it was hot I took of my jacket and threw it over to the bare truck bed, Alex did the same to her oversized camo jacket, she only had a small green shirt underneath that was partially ripped and showed a scratch on her side. She saw me looking at it in curiosity and smiled.

"Wanna know how I got these scars?" she said in the worst Joker impression ever and laughed at her own failure, I couldn't help but laugh with her.

"Go on then, Red, tell me a story."

"Well, it's not that interesting to be honest," She ran her hand through her hair that looked ever brighter than normal because of the light. "The warehouse is pretty safe right?" I nodded, "well, it wasn't like that when we first got here. The gate was locked for starters, Thomas had me crawl through a gap in the fence because I'm the smallest, of course clumsy me managed to get too close to the chain links and cut myself. Bloody zombies loved me for days." Her last statement caught my attention.

"Zombies? Why'd you call them that?"

"Well c'mon, its obvious. Its stupid to call these things 'infected' or 'sick'. We know what they are and its just like the movies. It's the goddamn zombie apocalypse and I'm not to fond of sitting around watching it all unfold." I hate to admit, but Alex had a point. Well, maybe I'd be able to fight back if I thought of them that way - zombies, not people.