The Dead and The Damned

Part 10

As it turns out, we're on the road. Again. I was tired of watching similar scenery after similar scenery pass by. I needed netflix. And pizza. hOL Y SHIT NOW MY STOMACH IS GROWLING AND ITS QUIET IN THE BUS FML OK ANyways. I glance back at Liam, who was sitting a seat behind me and Harry, sharpening a knife. I honestly don't understand what he said to Sam to allow us to bring him along. We knew nothing about him. He could kill us at any second, take our supplies, and run off. He catches my gaze and smirks, and I twist back around. I blush as my stomach growls again, sinking down into my seat as Harry chuckles.

"Someone's hungry, hm?" he teases. I punch him in the shoulder, but not hard enough to hurt him. He laughs, drawing me into his arms.

"We should probably stop soon to stock up on supplies. The bus is running low on fuel." Sam says. He rolls down the window, giving Zayn - who was behind us on the motorcycle he picked up near Mrs. Kearney's house, and boy did he loOK HOT ON IT!!! BAD SOPHIE YOU HAVE A KIND OF SORT OF BOYFRIEND NOW SHUSH - a signal to pull over. We stop near a grove of trees. Liam climbs out first, and I can't help but look at his tattoo as he passes by. It's in clear view due to the shirt he's wearing. Sam gave him an extra black t-shirt, but Liam "fixed it up" by tearing off the sleeves. I grimace and turn my head away, waiting until he's out of the bus before climbing out myself. My leg is a little sore, but I ignore it, looking around the place we stopped. Trees, trees, and more trees. Huge redwoods tower over us.

"How are we supposed to stock up on supplies here?" I ask, turning to face Sam. Liam answers for him, leaning against a tree trunk and continuing to sharpen his knife.

"We hunt." he says. He flicks his knife forward, nailing a squirrel that was scampering past straight in the stomach. I flinch and turn away. Sam nods, digging through a box in the back of the bus until he pulls out a smaller container. He yanks open the lid, and gun after gun is piled inside.

"Dad had these hidden in his closet. We can use them, but we need to learn how to. I guess I can teach you, but I'm not very good with them." Sam trails off, scratching at his cheek and sighing. Liam pushes himself off the tree, picking up the dead squirrel before examining it and tossing it behind him.

"I can teach you. I was raised learning how to shoot guns." he says, sounding bored. Sam shrugs, kicking the box over to him. Liam hovers his hand over the box, contemplating, before picking one up with a smile playing at his lips. An Ak47. Lovely. He then hands us our own guns, which, I note, are much smaller and easier to work. Liam steps up onto a small tree stump, the gun gripped tightly in his hands.

"Now. I'm going to show you how to hold and operate a gun. It's quite simple, really. You hold it like this." he explains, crooking the gun up into his shoulder. He aims it straight ahead, his finger placed on the trigger. "Before you shoot though, you'll need to turn the safety off, or nothing will happen. Then you just pull the trigger." he shrugs, hopping off the stump. He walks over to where I'm struggling with the safety, taking the gun out of my hands and flicking it off.

"Thanks." I say shyly. He smiles, then wraps his arms around me, sending a chill down my spine. He rests his hands on mine, lifting them up with the gun to point it forward.

"Now you hold it like that..perfect. Just like that." he says. I can feel Harry's eyes on us. Liam slips his hand away from mine, sliding it along my hip and further down. He rests his hand on my butt, and I jump away from his touch. Harry is in front of me in seconds, slamming Liam against the side of the bus. His breath is erratic, barely controlled, as he tightens his grip on Liam's shirt.

"Touch her again, and I will tear you apart, limb by fucking limb, and then force you to eat them. As you're dying, I won't hesitate to make it long, and painful. You fucking prick. Don't lay a hand on her." Harry growls. His eyes are black, his jaw clenched. His hands are pale from gripping Liam's shirt so hard. He clenches his fist, slamming it hard against the bus near Liam's head, before turning and stalking off into the woods. I glare back at Liam, whose face is pale and terrified, before turning and running after Harry, the gun still in my hands.