Incoherent. (Lams)

Chapter Nineteen

John Pov
After the...thing went down Alex and I were running around on a rooftop screaming, shooting fireworks, firecrackers and just making as much noise as humanely possible.

Then we heard someone talking. Alex shot me a look and I hid with him behind a chimney.

"I would've swore I heard screaming." A voice said.

I felt Alex tense. "What is it?" I asked, in a hushed voice.

"That's Charles Lee." He told me.

I didn't understand at first then I remembered what happened to his back.

"Oh shit." I muttered.

"Is anyone there?" He called.
Alex whistled.

"Who was that?" Charles snapped.

Alex smirked and whistled again.

"Who's there?! I won't hesitate, bitch!" He shouted.

Alex chuckled softly.

Then someone grabbed his collar and he yelped and got dragged from me.

"Alex!" I exclaimed standing up.

"Alexander! How's you mother?" The man standing behind Charles asked.
Alex growled.

"Ella era una mujer muy caliente." The man said.

"¿Cómo está tu hija?" Alex hissed.

The mans face dropped. "Shoot him Lee."

"Hold on!" I called, stepping out from behind the chimney.

"Who are you?" The man growled.

I scoffed. "Who am I? I'll do you one better. Who are you?"

"I'll do you one better. Why are you here?" He snapped.

"I'll do you one better, When'd you get here?" Alex asked.

"I'll do you one better. Where's your fucking arm??" Charles hissed.

"Alright! That's enough. How bout this. We head on out, and you guys leave us be." I suggested.

"How are you going to get around the hoard?" Charles asked, using his head to gesture the hoard.

"With hard work and determination. Now let Alex go and we will be on our way. Never to see y'all again." I said.

"Y'all?" Alex laughed.

"Boi."
"Sorry."
""It's fine."

"...Fine. But if we see either of you again, I will shoot you. I hope you guys get eaten." Charles said.

"Charles. Fucking same." Alex said in all seriousness.

"Oh my god you're such a child just go already." Charles said letting go of Alex and pinching his nose.

Alex shot up and punched Charles in the nose. He took his gun and shot his leg.

"KARMAS A BITCH!" Alex shouted, kicking Charles' leg.

"Oh my god!" The other man shouted rushing to Charles' aid.

"Let's go." Alex growled, grabbing my arm.

Charles hissed in pain and screamed, "YOU'RE GOING TO HELL HAMILTON! YOU'RE GOING TO HELL!"

Alex smiled and whispered,
"I know."

We left the rooftop and went through the back doors, avoiding the crowd. They had drawn to all the commotion which was good. I could only hope that everyone was okay back at the house...and that the walkers got to Charles Lee and his stupid idiotic asshole of a friend.