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Five - Soldier

- K I R A -

I wince as I lower my injured foot onto the armrest of the sofa. Ashton had stalked away somewhere, complaining about how this slows us all down.

"So you put the bullet in here.." Luke says, showing me how to load a gun. I copy his movements, with Calum guiding me.

Ashton storms back into the room, snatching the gun off me. "Are you seriously teaching her to use this? Do you have a death wish or something?" He scolds Luke and Calum.

"It's not like I'm going to shoot it." I glare at him and take it back. In the process, I accidentally pull down on the trigger, causing it to fire a few inches off Ashton's head.

Everyone stares at me with wide eyes, including Ashton, who's currently trying regain his breath. He shakily touches two fingers to his pulse, as if he needed proof that he was still alive.

I wear the most innocent smile I could muster, before choking out an "Oops."

"That's it, get up." Ashton pulls me too my feet - not so gently. "I literally refuse to travel with you until you learn how to handle a gun."

"But my foo-" I start, before Calum cuts me off.

"He's right, you're kind of dangerous. It's alright, Luke and I can look after Marlene."

"Promise not to hurt her, Ash." Luke gives him a serious look.

"Fine." Ashton rolls his eyes before swinging my arm around his shoulder so he could half drag, half carry me out the door. I refuse to speak to him the whole way walking to our destination - which was a few paddocks away from the farm house - and Ashton seemed quite content with me not speaking anyway.

When we reach a place that he seemed to be happy with, he tells me to stay put as he jogs about 50 meters away. He sets up a rusty oil bin before he jogs back and joins me once again.

"Shoot the bin." He tells me, loading the gun before handing it to me. I take a deep breath and awkwardly get into a position that seems right. I bright the gun - a rifle - close to my face so I could get a better aim. I breathe in, shakily lowering my finger on the trigger. It fires, missing the bin by about a metre.

"Fatal," he says sarcastically. Ashton sighs. His hand finds my thighs, shifting them apart. I almost jump at the gesture, but I hold back and bite down on the inside of my cheek. "You need to get a better stance." His warm palms stretch across my stomach, twisting my body slightly so I could get a better position. It probably meant nothing to him, but I admit that my knees went weak and he had to stop me from falling.

"What's wrong, Soldier?" He asks. I scowl at his ironic nickname for me, obviously making fun of me for how incredibly terrible I am at shooting. I ignore him and reload, reminding him who is holding the fatal weapon.

I get back in the stance that Ashton had shown me, aiming at the bin again. I fire, this time actually hitting it, but only just.

"Nice job, Soldier."

I shove the weapon into him before storming off without him. I go as fast as I can with a bad foot. Obviously, he catches up in no time and walks beside me. "Sorry."

I sigh. "I should probably be the one apologising, I almost killed you."

"Yeah, you did."

"So, am I any good?"

He contemplates, "Not at all, you're awful."

"You probably were too for the first time."

"Whatever you say, Soldier."

-

When we came back, Fawn, Marlene, Michael, Calum and Luke we're all sitting around the fire place. As soon as they acknowledged our arrival, Michael's fist had connected with Ashton's jaw. My eyes widen as I gasp. "Did we miss something?" Ashton spits a mixture of blood and saliva, not caring where it lands - probably the expensive rug coating the wooden floor.

"Yeah, actually! You missed Fawn and I almost getting killed because somebody was off playing with guns." Michael says, his voice holding annoyance.

"And wasn't it you, Ashton, who told Kira and I that zombies react to sound? Do you know how loud guns are?" Fawn adds, equally pissed.

Ashton stays silent, a look of guilt washing over his face. I saw the bruise rising on his face where Michael fist made impact. "It was my fault, I was the one shooting the gun," I defended him. As much as I despise Ashton, I can't let him get the blame.

"One guess who's idea it was," Michael scoffs.

"Stop being such a dick! We're sorry! It didn't cross our minds how loud the guns would be. Wait, did you just say you were almost killed?"

"By a zombie, that you attracted." Fawn confirms.

"Which means there's zombies in this area?" I ask.

"Most likely."

"We need to leave."

-

We hit the road that night. No one really said much. Especially Michael and Ashton, who Luke and Calum had to force away from each other. I look up at Fawn, who has her arm around her sister. Marlene's asleep on her shoulder. "I'm really sorry for putting you in danger," I tell her.

"I forgive you. Not Ashton," She smiles at me. I smile in return. Calum is driving, illegally, but no one really cares. Ashton called shotgun. The rest of us are scattered around in the back.

The sun is almost up, signifying 5:30am. I didn't sleep all night, neither did most of us. I assume it finally sunk in, that we would never see our family or friends again. We would never see a better tomorrow. The situation forced us to grow up over night, including little Marlene, who is forced to grow into a woman with only a sister.

We have no idea where to go. We have no idea what to do. All we have is a tank full of gas and an empty highway. My thoughts are interrupted like a pebble breaking the tension of a water body, before sinking into oblivion, only ripples rising and falling in its wake.

"Whatcha thinking about, Soldier?"

I look into his hazel eyes that hold proof of laughter from any yesterday. "Where we're going."

"Any ideas?"

"Tomorrow."

-

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