The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 43

We stood there, stiff and starving for at least five minutes, staring at the bare floor that was once covered in food and blankets.

"No food?!" Sean mumbled.

Norman hung his head but I just kept staring, the rage building up inside me.  

"IT WAS AKIN!" I screamed finally, wincing when my side throbbed and ached.

Akin.  I wanted to shoot every.  Single. One of them.  They shot my Aunt.  Killed her, and almost took down Norman.

"SON OF A-" I screamed, muffling the fury (and the last part of my sentence) into Norman's shoulder.  Me and Sean were still holding him up, and that was the only thing I could mute out my screaming with.  Norman didn't argue, given that we were in Walker territory, and he felt bad for me.

"It'll be okay.  I'll go try and get us some food.  And then we'll figure out warmth and Akin." Sean reassured me, pulling Norman's arm over his head and leaving me and Norman in the bus while he went hunting with a pointy stick.

I didn't know what else to do but cry.  I cried into Norman, and I found ourselves leaning against the bus wall, me still sobbing into his shirt, and his arm still around my shoulder.

"Why'd they get her?" I asked, desperate for an answer.  

Norman didn't know what to say, so he kept his mouth shut.  

"They should've gotten me.  I'm just slowing you guys down." I complained. 

I wan't sure what it was, but Norman snapped.  Something I said, or not, but he surprised me when he said, "Shut up and cry."  And after a pause he said, "You're the only thing keeping me from falling over in defeat, so if crying makes you better, than do it."

I listened to him, still a bit weary on if he was being serious or not.  

I still cried for a few more minutes while Norman kept his arm over my shivering shoulders, and sooner or later, Sean made it back with the skinniest rabbit and squirrel I'd ever seen.

"We're gonna die." Norman said, eyeing the lame meal that Sean hunted.

Sean groused, "Whatever.  I'm hungry.  At least this is something." He said, untying the string the meat was on and heading back out for firewood.

While he was gone, silence and wind filled the bus again, cut in and interrupted by a sniffle of my cold nose.

My hands had wrapped around Norman's stomach at some point, but otherwise, I hadn't moved from the position I was in with me face buried in his shirt.

Once Sean got back with a big load of the driest wood he could find, he lit a fire out in the street outside the bus and me and Norman helped each other out and down to the warmth where Sean was cooking the scarce meal.

Since my stomach was already as empty as it was ever going to get, the smell of food almost nauseated me.  It was so unfamiliar.

"Who wants some?" Sean smiled, pulling the meat off the fire and gesturing it as both me and Norman.

Norman shook his head, "You eat first." He said to me.

Without hesitation, I took the food and began chomping it down.

"Don't eat too fast," Sean suggested.

I slowed myself down, but it was difficult due to how hungry I was.  Sean ate, and then Norman got his small share.

"Thank you." I whispered to Norman when we were finished and sucking on bones.

Norman shrugged, "Yeah."

To me, he seemed to be recovering from our mishaps, but was doing it at his own slow pace.  I just didn't get why he was taking so long when I gave him hundreds of chances in minutes.

"So where are we going next?" Norman asked, eager to stop focusing on us and start focusing on how we were going to hold up the next few days of winter.

I clutched my stomach as the food hit it like led.  I wasn't ready for that.  Wincing, I tried to pay attention to what Sean was planning out.

"We should keep following this road up towards that car shop, and see what we can do from there." He suggested before standing up and stomping out the only warmth. 

"We should get going." He said, walking over to me and Norman and helping us both up.

We all began walking, well, hobbling, up the familiar road.  Sean was in the middle of me and Norman this time, since we did remember that I was hurt as well.  I didn't ask him to help me, and I was totally fine with helping Norman, but he jumped in between us anyway.

I was tense when we approached the spot where Sean had kissed me, and to my surprise, Sean was a bit looser.  His hand went slack for a moment as he slid it down my back and rested it around my hips.  I wanted to look up at him and say something, but then Norman would get mad and we'd all be in conflict with each other.

"Chill." I whispered harshly into his ear with anger.

Ridiculous!  I thought as his arm ran back up my back and to my shoulder.

We kept walking as the wind picked up and whipped us all in the face intensely.  I tried to shut my eyes, as for they kept drying up.  My face was numb and I couldn't make any expression but a harsh scowl that hated the cold.

Excluding the fact that the wind and cold made the trip seem to take hours, we got to the car place happily.

"You th-th-think, they'll h-h-have blankets in the b-b-back?" I asked when we walked inside.  My shivering had spun out of control, and I clenched my jaw together to try an prevent the loud chattering of my teeth.  As I talked, I watched a large puff of my breathe float through the air and disappear.

Sean nodded, and retreated from us as he walked towards the back of the building and into a door labeled "Larry"  I was guessing it was "Larry's" office.

"Come here," Norman said faintly, and I could barely hear him.

I was positive my lips were purple and was hoping my feet weren't black with frostbite.  I hated being cold, and had no idea why we lived in Montana since the winters are freezing.

Norman limped over to me and rubbed his semi-warm hands over my arms to keep them from freezing.  I was surprised I wasn't ice yet.

"You look cold," He said.

"Really?!" I gasped sarcastically, crossing my arms and tucking my hands under them.

He chuckled.

"We really need to get you"-- Norman's sentence was cut off by a gut-wrenching scream that came from the office.

And as both me and Norman whipped our head to look at Larry's office, we both spat out the name of the only other person in our group, and the only person that could've yelled.

Sean.

(A/N: Hey guys.  Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out.  Hope you like it!  And also, you guys don't understand how happy it makes me that I got 10,000 reads!!!!!!!!!!!!! XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO) -Writingslayer