My Thoughts

A Bumpy Ride

I'm in my car at night with her. Driving slowly through this wasteland. She's sat next to me under my hoodie cuddling it for warmth. She doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve to be in this world of hatred. She deserves better for all she does for everyone we meet. The car stumbles over what I can only presume is a body. It's going to be a bumpy ride.

The dirty musk of gas drifts into my nose as we pass a small abandoned gas station. I lean back and sigh with relief. It's good to know No raiders were in there. It's always dangerous passing places like that. I look over at her to check she's okay. Sleeping soundly. She has deep red spread on her face. She's probably Ill. She always is. It breaks my heart knowing that once her face was red for reasons other than her blushing. Everyone has to beat one of them bastards eventually. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

Her soft breaths are what keep me calm during this foggy night. Not a piece of life to be seen. Just the limping shadows of ourselves that run along our car. Her gorgeous hazel eyes remind me there still is purity in this world. She breaks the silence as she groans and slowly sits up. I sigh. Why did she have to break it. Silence is something we get enough of yet I can't get over it. It's addictive. "Have we not stopped?" She mutters. I shake my head. The poor thing. " 'fraid not sweetheart" I mumble under my breath. We'll stop soon enough. Or we'll go quick enough to speed off a cliff and die by stopping too fast. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

I break into my seat and truly get comfortable. I'm gonna need to we've been driving for 8 hours and we've yet to run out of gas considering the amount of cans we have in the boot. She tugs my sleeve. " What is it?" I ask. I hear her stoumach grumble and she groans a little bit. She's hungry. I pull open the glove box and pull out what seems to be a few snack bars. I always kept food there. She smiles and begins to eat. What is a angel like her doing in a world like this. Twisted to the point where it's gods apocalypse testing ground. Its gonna be a bumpy ride.

How many times do I have to remind myself I'm doing this for her. Not for me. Stop being so selfish. I would've become one of them instead of fighting them off. I won't allow her to go through the agony of turning. I've seen it for my whole family. The tears. Blood. gashes in their skin. It's not nice. Then I found her and I've been doing all of this for her since. I've been driving day after day to get her to this supposed safe haven up north. It's been days and I've seen nothing but the dead and her. And she's been resting the majority of the time. I slow down at a bus stop and eventually stop. I look at her. It's been a bumpy ride.

I stare at her. For minutes almost. Her gorgeuos hazel eyes. Short smooth brown hair that lovingly covers the sides of her head. A cute mustard hoodie that keeps her warm covered by my black one just in case. Tight jeans even though it's freezing cold she insisted wearing them. Her small cute nose. Small soft lips. I mean over to her and give her a small kiss and whisper in her ear. "I'm sorry sweetheart". It's been a bumpy ride.

She's confused. She should be. If I do this neither of us will go through this. We begin to go up this steep slope, my car is only just coping. She's asking questions. I block her out. One lone tear runs down my cheek and I smile. "I'm sorry" We fly off of the end of this broken ledge. I hear her scream. I'm sorry. I feel as lost as she does. I see my life flash before my eyes. I look at her. It's been a bumpy ride.