Roaming Of The Afterlife

At Gunpoint

I waited as the sun begun to set, we could use the truck for now...

"God knows you won't rest until you find your sister but you need it." Dakota said behind me.

"No, I'm fine." I said flatly.

"Don't be one of those girls who say they are fine but give me a whole damn guilt trip for not noticing how they really feel." Dakota pleads, I roll my eyes.

"I'm fine....I will be once I find her...." I said, Dakota pulls me away from the window, I glare at him.

"Go ahead and raise hell with me like you usually do but you need to sleep, I'll be damned if I have to drive a full couple of miles when I could do the shooting." Dakota said.

I sigh, sitting against the wall, Dakota stares down at me.

"How old are you?" Dakota asks me.

"Nineteen, I was born on a leap year, you?" I said, resting my head against the wall.

"Twenty." Dakota said, walking towards Scott.

"Nice huh?" I ask wryly.

"Fucking fantastic." Dakota said, rolling his eyes.

"What about you?" I ask.

"Keeping watch, and making sure nothing goes down....just get some rest Avery." He said, loading his gun.

I close my eyes....preparing myself for what will happen tomorrow. There's gonna be fallout that's for sure....

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I slowly open my eyes, Dakota is no where in sight, I casually get up then grabbed Aurei's bag. Then I walk over to Scott, he's still out of it but I can tell he's alive.

Dakota walks towards me, he carried a Kalashnikov in his hands, my eyes widen.

"Where'd you get that?" I ask.

"Found it inside a car, the undead are completely surrounding the front door, if we can go through the back where the stairs are that would be great." Dakota said.

"Did you check the gun?" He nods.

"Yeah, it's pointless carrying a gun without bullets almost anyone knows that by now." Dakota said

"Grab Scott, we need to get to that truck." I said as I walked towards the window, if I'm careful I wouldn't land too hard.

"You're forgetting something." Dakota said, I turn around to see him pass me my revolver and the keys.

I slowly climb out the window, then I spread my legs out, but immediately I fall, my back hitting against the beginning of the stairs making a loud thud, I gasp out in pain.

Dakota has Scott come down first, I slowly stand up then ran down the stairs and towards the truck, I use the key to open the driver's door, the roamer tumbles out, he had on a bloody apron....instead of spending his last days before the apocalypse he chose to keep working.

I stab him under the chin, then tossed him out. Dakota walks over towards me then opens the passenger's seat to put Scott beside me, then Dakota sits in the back.

I pull out of the parking lot, then sped down the road past the roamers that seem to be heading north.

As I keep driving past bridges and faded roads, many cars were at the side of the road, my heart skips a beat, Dakota pulls Scott to the backseat then Dakota sits in the front, grabbing everything from the back.

"You." I hear someone call out, a woman with skin the color of mine, with nappy hair cornrolled away from her face. I climb out with my hands up.

"It's just me and my friend..." I said, the woman walks towards me.

"Come on out." She said to Dakota, he climbs out but leaves the door open.

"Where are you headin' to?" She asks me.

"Wherever is safe." I lied.

"Yeah sure, seems to me that you have something we're looking for." She says.

"Queen Latifah." Dakota mutters.

"What was that?" She asks, I step in front of Dakota.

"They got Scott!" Someone yells, soon I hear gunshots everywhere, I run towards the car but I hear Dakota yelling, I kept my head low as the bullets ricochet from the ground, I turn around to see Dakota on the ground, blood coming from his right part of his chest, a guy hovers over him, I shoot him clean through the head, then I grab the other gun Dakota found then begun shooting at almost everyone.

Then I help Dakota up, I pass him my revolver as I shoot the woman through the head then ran back towards the truck shoving Dakota inside.

Dakota struggles to get to the passenger's side but before he could I drove through, people still shooting at the truck, Scott is still inside the backseat.

I have to stop soon, because he can die of blood loss and that's not pretty....

"Hang on Dakota." I said, moving a strand of hair off his face.

"You should've left me there." Dakota mutters.

"Maybe maybe not....just be grateful." I said, sighing in relief, Scott remains quiet as I keep speeding through the road, seeing the roamers walk along the street.

I slow down the car.

"What are you doing?" Scott asks.

"Helping him." I snap, then Dakota sits up, now that I can see his face clearly, he had a scar over his eye, I look down at his chest.

I raise his shirt, to see another wound, like a stab wound. The bullet seems to go through his body, at least it didn't hit a lung or vessel, I keep applying pressure to his fresh wound.

"Avery....I'm fine." Dakota said, sitting up.

"No you're not." I snap, I reach into the backseat to see a first aid kit.

I see bandages....unfortunately we don't have any alcohol, I begin to wrap it around his body, he finishes the job. I roll his shirt over his body.

"That must be hurting like hell right now." I said, continuing to drive, Dakota turns to me, staring.

"No shit sherlock." He said, I smile slightly.

"But I have a high tolerance to pain....so don't celebrate yet." Dakota said

"As much as I can't stand you, I wouldn't enjoy seeing someone shot to near death....don't ever stand there and do nothing again." I said, taking a deep breath.

"Yes mother." Dakota says, I keep my eyes on the road.

We still can't give up....not ever....