Chapter 4
The sound of a chamber
Sam pulls into a gas station soon off the highway so he can refill and loot for immediate goods. He walks out of his car with circles under his eyes and his wings unfolding from his back; he slams the car door shut as he approaches the station. He presses his hands against the chilled glass door, sending a chill up his arm as the door swung open to an empty room filled with fully stalked shelves and fridges. Sam grabs a bag of beef and slightly stale and warm sweet tea and walks behind the counter and opens the register. "Everything is still here..." he grabs all the bills in the tray along with several packs of cigarettes, instantly lighting one up. All the thoughts of Amanda run through his mind and how she was the only one that let him actually be himself: let him smoke without getting mad, or get high together without a second thought, or how he would wear nothing but boxers when he was at home instead of at a base. Now she's gone, nada, turned to radioactive ash. Without hesitation, he throws his drink across the station, shattering one of the many windows as he breaks down into tears. Drop after drop his tears falls onto the ground like anvils falling off a ledge. His wings extend knocking shit off the counter and sends it flying. He looks around while his fists we're clenched together, wiping his eyes of the tears.
"Amanda...please be alive. I'm so sorry for leaving you..."
suddenly, the sound of a gun loading a round into the chamber after being reloaded can be heard directly behind him. Sam turns around to see a girl in a red hoodie and jeans, the hoodie has "don't tread on me" with the snake faded in the center of the red cloth. Her jeans were battered and dirty, her hair was cut short, a blackish brown thick looking hair and a hint of Native American in her face.
"Who are you" the girl spat at him
"You first princess" sam said with a soft tone
"Do you want to get killed?" She nudged the gun closer to him
"If you want. I don't honestly care" he blankly stared at her
She looked around his body "give me your weapons and food"
He raises his eyebrow and looks at the station "this place is literally chalk full of food...can't you just like-"
"Shut up and do it!" She yelled at him
He jumped up and nodded, throwing her his bag of beef jerky
"Now your weapon."
"I don't have one"
"Now!"
"I don't fucking have one you thick-skulled bitch!"
Her eyes light up in fury as her foot raises up to kick his stomach. As soon as a connection is made, she grunts in pain as his hand grabs her leg, twirling her around and throws her against the wall.
"You fucked up." She grunts and looks at him with rage
"I always do" he presses his foot against her chest and steals the jerky back
"Touch my food and I'll kill you" he takes a piece and begins to eat it
"Who are you" she asked softly
"Sam. You?"
"Night rider" she begins to stand up, holding herself to the wall to keep upright
"Night rider? Your parents must really hate you" he scoffed and opens up another sweet tea
"Fuck you" she growls at him
"Mhm with this apocalypse I bet you would you little slut" he glares over at her with a serious look "don't fuck with marines"
"A marine?" She asked him
"Did I fucking stutter?" He snaps at her and steals her gun "if anyone is getting killed today it's you. I have someone to visit in Townsville"
"I know that town. Why there?" She sighs and returns the glare
"Why should I tell you?" He tosses the gun back to night rider and smirks "if I wanted to kill you...I wouldn't need a gun"
