Chapter 16:
Lea's POV:
We are all content with this house, but I don't know how much longer we can stay here. Lately there's been an increased amount of corpse in this town. I'm not sure if anyone else has noticed. They're all busy being crazy and laughing. I get that in a apocalyptic world you need to try your best to keep your sanity, but with all of this I thin we are just plain out tired of trying to contain ourselves as we slip away from the horrible reality that is now our lives. Maybe it's a good thing they take a break, but I'm so tired of Liam, Ash, Trent and I constantly having to go out and watch over. It's kind of tough to take down waves at a time with just us.
Life is tough, though. It is and always has been. Though now it is a million times hard to make it through without full attempt and belief you'll make it.
Although I'm very determined, like my mother was, I can't keep going on like this. I'm losing so many people and I just can't face it much longer. I'm not saying I'm going to let this get the best of me, but I need to get out and I need to go around and think. That's what I did when this town wasn't so infested, before we left a few years back.
Tonight, I will go. But I need to keep it quiet. No one can come but me. It's risky, especially with all these monsters who used to be my friends roaming around, hungry for my pulse.
At the moment I am sitting on our ugly patterned couch we got a while back. No offense to my cousin, but I don't know what had gotten into him when he bought it. No wonder he let us have it... I want to cry for it because it's so unfortunate to look like that. Nothing should have to look like it. This couch makes some of the walkers look like pageant queens.
A pounding in the door shakes me from my thoughts. It's nearly eight-thirty at night. Within second I'm on my feet, a gun at hand and running to the front door. With caution, the brown, wore down door is pulled open. I jump onto the trespasser, not bringing any mercy, though I recognize him within an instant.
Reed, Bex's long-lost-love has shown up at MY house, hoping he'd be welcomed gratefully. As he's realizing now, that's not the case. From what I remember, he was... Different... When Bex had gone on and on about him, I nearly would scream. That's when I remembered that I had an iPod at the bottom of my bag. Music always saved me, books too. Whenever I think I can't make it, I pull my favorites out and read. Though they only supply three-to-four hours of relief, it three-to-four hours away from this piece-of-crap earth.
"Hey, it's me! Get off!" He says under his breath, hoping I will ease up, but I won't. Not after what I've gotten told by everyone. Max loves the kid to death, but he knows what went on and how it hurt Bex.
"If you think for one instance I'm going to trust you, you're wrong. I know who you are and what you've done. Don't you think, just because your best friend and girlfriend are here, that'll let you slip by without a good inspection. Try anything horrible, and I will shoot you. Don't think I won't." My teeth are gritted, my voice is low, and my heartbeat is rapid.
"Who is--- My gosh!" Max says as he sees his best friend. Without a second thought, he shoves me off him and hugs him close. I hadn't noticed before, but Ash, Andy, Liam and Trent had been watching me close. Doubtful they heard me, I smile. Trent offers me a hand and pulls me to his side. The two boys who were hugging break and run to the living room. I hear Bex's exasperated voice and some muffled things.
Disgust has a taste, I've learned. Somewhere between the taste of vomit, metal, and week old apples. Right now, that is all I can taste.
I know first snap judgements aren't wise, but I can't help myself. I cannot, for the life of me, bring myself to believe this guys vibe. He's calm and collected, but his eyes and movements say differently. If Bex, this small, kind, adorable girl can love something like him, he can't be that bad... Maybe the boys made him sound worse than he is?
