NATE
We all walked out to their porch. And were greeted by the sight of Carol, briskly striding up the short path from the sidewalk.
"I'm sorry. Fucked that up royally, didn't I" I whispered in shame to Maggie.
"Shudduuurp! Are you kidding me? It was awesome....you're awesome!" She grabbed my head and kissed it.
Huh? 😲
"Morning everyone" Carol trilled.
The twinset, discrete pearl necklace and tailored slacks make her look like she's going to a gossipy liquid lunch with the 'Housewives of Alexandria'. She sure can act up a storm alright, and it's working.
By flying under the radar, Carol's already fooled a lot of people into believing she's a bit of an airhead. Very friendly but weak, just like the rest of them. And because of that?
She can pretty much go anywhere....unnoticed. Gathering information and never being suspected.
I doubt going 'Unnoticed' is a skill that I'll ever master. My runaway mouth and temper just won't let me. And given the way my day has panned out so far?
A radar will just be one more obstacle I'll crash headlong into.
"Hope you all don't mind, but I need to borrow Nate for a little while" She continued cheerily, grabbing my hand with her free one.
Why is she holding a casserole dish in the other?
I glanced back in apology to Maggie, who just nodded and smiled again.
I've been so looking forward to some proper alone time with her. But it looks like that pleasure now has to take a number and wait its turn.
We left her on the porch with the Monroe's. Trying to convince them some more about Rick....and our need for him.
Their need for him.
*
"Are you Ok, hun? You seem a bit down in the mouth."
"Yup. Just the same old, same old....happy-crappy. So, what's up? What do you need me for?"
In other words, Carol....what can I do to help screw up your day? Because I'm on one helluva roll right now.
"I'm going to pay someone a little home visit and I need you to be my....enforcer" She was still grinning, but underneath?
Her demeanour had become one of cold hard steel.
"Have you got your knife? Good! Now, here's what I need you to do for me."
Once she finished outlining her plan, my vibe matched hers. And my voice became just as glacial.
"Not a favour....the pleasure will be all mine."
Yup! I don't always fuck up, dear friends. But when I do?
You can be sure it'll make the top one hundred of the fuckiest of all the fuck ups. That's ever been fucked up in the history of Derpa-Nate's fucked-upness.
Fucking oath!
*
I creep around the back of the house and quietly shimmy up the drainpipe to the patio roof. Balancing on the tiles I grab hold of the frame, then raise the sash window and silently climb inside.
The sound of her knock came, just as I made it to the landing of the staircase.
"Why in the hell are you here?" Pete slurred as she pushed him back into the hallway.
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Home Is Your Heartbeat ('Home Is' Book Two - Daryl Dixon)
FanfictionSemi-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 firs...
