zombieland ↬ l.hemmings

[08]

[chapter eight . luke's pov]

I fluttered my eyelids open to nothing. I was consumed by the dark, while the sound of an engine roared evidently with the addition of light breathing. I began to panic as my own breathing had become uneven and rapid -- reaching up to find that some kind of material had been wrapped around my eyes. I untied the knot at the back of my head, ridding the fabric.

I squinted as a blinding light flooding through the front windscreen of the vehicle I was seated in blurred my vision. Moments later, my eyes had adjusted, taking in the fact I was seated in the passenger seat of the convertible. I glanced to my left to see the previous man was gripping harshly onto the wheel that his knuckles were whitening -- his expression being that of a blank stare.

"Rise and shine," He spoke, lacking any emotion what-so-ever.

I didn't reply, instead, I turned my head to peer over my shoulder, finding the familiar curly haired lad seated diagonal from me as he stared out the of the car with dried tears staining his cheeks, blood smothering his shirt. His hands were tied together by a thick rope that seemed to have left rashes behind on the pale skin of his wrists, revealing the fact he had attempted to free himself.

"Wha-... Where are you taking us?" I managed to choke out.

Silence fell over us as a light pattering of rain began to fall over out heads. Droplets collided with my once-dry hair, rolling down my forehead and along my cheeks. I instantly felt goosebumps form over the surface of my skin. My eyes never departing from the brunette beside me who was evidently refusing to reply to my sudden question.

He sighed, "I felt horrible for the way I treated you both. This whole apocalypse brought out the worst in me. I was never selfish or coldhearted. I would always put others before me. I'd spend half my time apologizing to fucking furniture for bumping into them. Guilt has always been something to way me down and leaving the pair of you alone would only add to the list of terrible things I've done within the past eight months."

I tried to prevent myself from laughing at the mention of saying sorry to immanent objects. The guy sounded like some kind of mental person who'd of thought a stuffed animal actually had feelings, but I guess we all felt that way at some point in our lives, whether it be during our childhood or further on. Just the thought of stuffed animals brought back old memories. Boy did I miss Mr. Snuggles. I'd of done anything to have him back in my arms again. I felt as though he ceased all my nightmares and the moment my horrible uncle took him away from me, the nightmares began again.

"I see," I carried out the 'e'.

"You think I'm crazy... Don't you?" He chuckled.

"Aren't we all? Ashton giggles like a school girl and I have a strong emotional attachment to a teddy bear I had as a child." This statement caused the guy to burst out in laughter.

"You're funny, kid. What's your name?"

"I'm Luke and you already know Mr. Silent in the back is Ashley," I smiled widely.

I wasn't completely sure if I should've trusted the boy. After all, he had almost left us in that house to die. For all I knew at that point in time, he was bound to do it again if he came so close to doing it the first time. Nothing could have convinced me otherwise. So I simply grinned, nodded my head and occasionally replied with something that would make me sound witty or at least a little smart.

"You said Ashton before, though." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"He's trying to be funny," Ashton snapped causing me to turn and face him.