Fawn peered over the side of the truck as Abraham questioned the female, like a small child cheating in hide and seek, so she could try and create a judgement to the new people, in case their chance at having a ride in the truck depended on her convincing Abraham. Really, this meant giving a vague reason and her puppy eyes, she had found that not even the people with the coldest of hearts could resist them.
Glancing the women over, Fawn noticed she had a plaid shirt over an old t-shirt, this caused Fawn to build a sense of trust, anyone with good clothing taste in the middle of the apocolyse is going to be a good person right? Spending about two minutes ebating wether or not clothing taste meant anything about a person when clothing was hard to find Fawn returned to reality and decided to look at the women's face. Dark brown hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, which Fawn estimated the length at about shoulder, but what gave Fawn a sence of unease was the guilt that clouded the women's eyes. After the judgement of the women, Fawn decided that she would be a nice edition to the team, and Fawn would try her hardest to get Abraham to let her stay.
Before long, Fawn's attention was drawn to the unconcious man as he let out a small groan. His strange apperance, a body covered in riot gear. This lead Fawn to the assumption that he had previously resided in a safe location, with maybe a large group, as he seemed cleaner than a person who was in the middle of the apocolypse, as showers and baths were a rarity with no running water. But, Fawn felt like the two strangers wouldn't cause anyone any unnecessary harm.
Being brought back to reality as a hand waved quickly infront of her face, Fawn leapt up yelling "Yes, Sir. Mr Ginger-Mustache-You-A-Question." Which sent the new women into a fit of giggles, giving Fawn enough time to gauge her surroundings. Turns out whilst Fawn was daydreaming, the unconscious male and the female had been moved into the truck bed and their journey to Washington DC had been resumed.
"Oh my -- God. That -- was brilliant" between gasps of breath the brunette managed to get out "My names Tara by the way, my unconscious friend here is Glenn." After this Fawn amd Tara dived into an easy conversation that began with Fawn assuming that Tara and Glenn were a couple. Only to be confused when Tara laughed and said she batted for the other team. Which ended up confusing Fawn even more and lead to an explaination, then and indepth conversation about sexuality that created a firm friendship between the two females.
Whilst this was happening, Abraham was driving but keeping a wary eye on Fawn as he was always worried about her safety but putting the two strangers with her made him fall into his naturally overprotective nature, which was quickly spotted by Rosita and Eugene who spent the rest of the time convincing him there was nothing to be worried about. His worry slowly ceased until, he noticed that the volume had decreaced dramatically in volume and Fawn was knealt over the male who was gaining consciousness.
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Author's note
I wanted to dedicate this chapter to TheWalkingWinchester ,but I don't know how to properly do it. I am doing this because she has been so much help to me in writing this and coming up with ideas, whilst being an amazing friend in the time I have known her.
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FanfictionFawn is a 28 year old living in a zombie apocolyse. Whilst surviving, she encoters a group of people trying to save the world, the group consists of the leader, Abraham, the scientist, Eugene and the mechanic Rosita. Her clumsyness and care-free pe...
