NYSM •Moments In Time•

Zombieland AU! Part Two

Things had started to wind down with the odd family of five, now in a bigger vehicle (another Hummer they confiscated). The only thing not winding down are the zombies, but Tallahassee wasn't complaining. He loved the challenge and made it his goal to reach Zombie Kill of the Week, if not year. The older man was going crazy without a Twinkie, and even Quantico admits that she misses having a coffee in her hand. She was addicted to caffeine like Tallahassee was to Twinkies. LA admits that she would kill to have a soda right now. Brooklyn desperately wanted pizza, but Columbus vents about the rest of them being wimps and keeps to himself and the Snowballs he hides in the glovebox. If Quantico had found his secret stash, she didn't say anything. She hated coconut anyway.

They got bored with the little amount of zombies and people they've been seeing lately, and figured it was time to screw the open road and pick a location to go to. LA, Brooklyn, Columbus, and Tallahassee all had the same idea, but just didn't know if Quantico would play it out.

They wanted to go to Virginia.

At first, she said nothing about the arrangement, but once she asked for a reasoning, they all told her that it was because it's the home state of the FBI. And since FBI agents are practically trained for situations like an apocalypse and some are even pulled from the military, they thought that there may be more survivors there. Quantico didn't argue with that statement, since she agreed that it was possible, then didn't say much for the next few days they went driving.

Her argument after they finally brought it up with her again was that she didn't want to find out the horrific truth that her family might be dead (or undead), and deep down Columbus didn't blame her, since he knew how she felt.

After entering the capitol of Virginia, Quantico offered to drive since she knew her way around. And as she drove, she showed her old self again. She stopped at lights and signs, she merged onto empty and abandoned traffic, and she went the speed limit. It was like once entering state lines, she was on her toes, afraid she might get arrested like always. But the rest of her friends knew her past demons wouldn't have followed her into Zombieland.

She was quiet the whole drive into the city, her grip on the steering wheel never loosened, her knuckles a shade of white. She glared at the road like she had just been flipped off by a passing driver, and she was unhinged at the fact that she was home. She never said a word, not even when Tallahassee's hand came from the back seat to sit on her shoulder as a way of comfort, but she didn't tense at the touch. She didn't even know the redneck was there.

LA, Columbus, and Tallahassee knew something was wrong as she drove a little off road to make it to their destination. Brooklyn was fast asleep in the passenger seat, snoring off and snuggled in the fetal position with his seat leaned back and digging into Columbus' knees, despite Ohio's protest. Quantico finally spoke as she made it into a quiet neighborhood, but her voice croaked softly from the little water and conversations she's had in the past few days,

"If they say my real name...just ignore it," she whispered.

None of them knew whether she meant it as a joke or not, but decided not to say anything, rather contemplating on who she meant by 'they'.

She then rode up into a paved driveway that now cracked and chipped from age and little-to-no-work on it for obvious reasons. Quantico took that as a sign and gulped in some air.

"They would've paved the driveway," she whispered, "She hates the cracks and bumps. They would've renewed it."

She doesn't breathe as she parks, the car turning off and everything went silent. The others studied Quantico's face as her eyes widen in fear, her lips part for air but she acted as if she couldn't. It took her about ten minutes to gather herself up again and step out of the car, the others waking Brooklyn and following in pursuit, weapons drawn.