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“Why are you so sure your dad's not gonna turn up?” I asked. I knew discussions associating her father were painful for her, and whenever I brought him up I was treading on eggshells, but that question had been bugging me for a while now. Since the first moment I met her, there was no doubt when she assured me he wouldn't be meeting her.
“I dunno, father-daughter instinct I guess? I just have a gut feeling”.
“But what if you're wrong and he's on his way now? What if he presumed you'd die or were infected and just got to the lab himself, ingested the antidote and moved on?”
“He won't just 'move on',” she lifted her index and middle finger from the wheel to air-quote, “He would stay and wait for me. I know he would,” surety rang in her voice, “And besides, you know we weren't going to just take the immunity shot for ourselves and leave. He has gallons of the stuff. And he can create some more, and even inform other scientists from all over the world the ingredients, so they can get it round to everyone faster”.
“And if he's not coming?” I don't mean to interrogate her or pester her with questions, but I need for her to be prepared. I know for a fact Leila can be very...impulsive at times, but this desperately requires a water tight plan in order for this to work. She has to take all the possibilities into account.
“I can still contact other scientists and they'll work out the formulas themselves I guess,” she didn't sound entirely convinced with herself.
“I hope you've thought this through, Leila”.
“Are you doubting me?” she hissed, shooting an icy glare my way.
“No, I just...sorry”. We remained in our own personal bubbles for what felt like a few hours. I leaned my head against the window, the cool glass soothing my skin. “When are we getting there?” I asked curiously.
“Not for a while,” she replied vaguely.
“Are we making a stop soon?”
“Can you just cut the questions and shut the hell up for one minute?!” she snapped. I recoiled at her outburst before she sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, as if regaining her composure. “I didn't mean that. I'm just...I'm just pissed at my dad for not turning up”.
“I understand, Leila. It's alright”.
“And yeah, we're making a stop soon”. Just as I was beginning to settle down again, I noticed the Jeep start to gradually swerve to the left. Leila was attempting to control it, steering it to the right but it was refusing to cooperate. A few churning noises arose before it slowly rolled to a stop. Leila punched the wheel and cussed under her breath.
“What happened?”
“Don't,” she merely demanded, keeping her voice disturbingly calm. But it was like the sort of calm before a storm. She stepped out the Jeep, slamming the door harder than required to inspect the problem. I yelped in surprise when she kicked the side of the vehicle continuously. “Fuck!” she screamed, tugging at the roots of her hair.
“Leila, what's wrong?” my voice came out rushed and desperate as I hurried out the car and to her side. I was a little wary of her temper but was positive she wouldn't hurt me. Intentionally. “The fucking tyre's out!” she yelled, the kicking eventually ceasing.
“So what are we going to do?” I was choosing my words carefully; in this mood anything could set off the ticking time bomb that is Leila Grey.
“Well looks like I'm gonna have to make a trip to find a new tyre,” she growled with annoyance. “Jesus Christ, I do not have time for this!” she exclaimed, extending her arms up in the air.
“Leila, it's alright. I can go if you want. I don't mind, honest”.
“Hell no. I'm not letting you go out there by yourself. Besides, you need to stay here and protect our supplies. You leave the hard stuff to me”. I knew there was no point in arguing with her so I simply agreed.
“If I remember my dad's directions correctly, I believe there's a scrapyard not far from here”.
“How do you know this?”
“Look, my dad has lived around these parts before when he first moved. When we were arranging this plan, he informed me of nearby landmarks – the scrapyard one of them”.
“You both really had this sorted, didn't you,” I puffed my cheeks out. I could tell she was desperate to escape this topic, as she turned her back to me and crouched down in front of the wheels to check the sizing and measurements. Nodding to herself, she proceeded to retrieve her belt of grenades from the Jeep and strap it around her torso. She tucked her trusted pistol into the small of her back and a blade into her boot.
“See you whenever, Stripes,” she half-heartedly smiled, before turning on her heel and heading off in the opposite direction without looking back once.
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Sorry it's short, more of a filler. Only one or two more chapters to go before I'm putting this story on hold for a while. I WILL finish it, but after I've finished Killer Kisses ;) Love you guys! Shoutout to Haleema and Chloe (although Chloe sucks).
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Gory Glory // l.t au
Fanfic"Please tell me what's going on," I didn't bother to hide the pleading tone in my words. I was desperate and terrified. "Let me enlighten you," she began, extending her hand out for me to shake. "Hi, I'm Leila Grey, and this is the end of the world"...
