NATE
I jumped out of sleep.
At first, I thought Morgan was simply chatting to Mutt. Then I heard laughter.
Only it wasn't his.
Leaning carefully over the side of my hammock, I take a peep.
Morgan is sitting on a log, with his hands wrapped around the usual morning cup of coffee. But perched opposite him is a stranger. He has a gun in his hand, and it's pointed straight at my friends chest.
If I move again? The branch might creak or leaves could flutter down. But if I don't move? Then that asshole might take a shot.
And yet another is lurking in the bushes behind him. Not quietly though.
"Risk versus reward, hermanita" Jorge's voice whispered in my ear.
They're chatting as you would over a friendly cuppa. Only the conversation is anything but pleasant.
The stranger began boasting about how they find people. Setting up traps or running through their camps. Taking and doing....what they want.
'Sound familiar, Nate?' I ask myself.
He's telling Morgan that they're now going to take everything from him....including his life.
"I cannot let you take me away. I will not allow that" Morgan's tone remained ever so reasonable as he made to reach for his Bo.
"Don't move, man. Just be still....be still."
NOW NATE!
The other cocknut jumped out of the undergrowth and made an arc with his knife. But Morgan was way quicker.
I lower my rope and all but fall out of the hammock. Quickly sliding down until my feet hit the dirt.
Grabbing my stick I hit the first man on the back of the knees, except he doesn't go down. Bringing his weapon to bear on me, the fruitloop went and bloody smiled.
And I give him a huge cheesy grin right back. Right before I break his wrist....sending his gun flying.
Muttley had been out and about bathing trees. Now he came hurtling into the melee.
"DOWN!" I yell, facing my opponent.
Mutt dropped into a low growling crouch, obeying me instantly.
"You should just go....right now" Morgan remained calm and collected but the idiots don't listen.
Instead, they rushed us once more. I ram my stick into the dark-haired guy's abdomen before giving him an uppercut to the chin with my fist.
Hurt my knuckles like hell, but Jeez....it felt bloody good eh 👊
Yet the fuckwit kept coming and so did the other guy. A few more rigorous Bo taps later....and they were both out for the count.
The noise attracted a walker and Morgan picked up the gun, then aimed.
Click....click....click....
His Bo then slid itself into the walker's skull.
Those fuck-knuckles actually attacked us....with no ammo?!?!
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"No Nate" His voice stopped me dead, just as I was about to stop them....dead.
"Morgan?" I stare at him, aghast.
"They were going to do us in. You heard what they said, as well as I did....we can't just let them keep at it. Do you want their future murder victims on your conscience?"
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Home Is Your Heartbeat ('Home Is' Book Two - Daryl Dixon)
FanficSemi-mature. Completed. Book Two picks up immediately from the last chapter of Home is You. Nate is an Aussie girl who was stranded in Georgia during the outbreak. She and fellow traveler Leo joined a group of survivors in Atlanta. Nate got her fi...
