zombieland ↬ l.hemmings

[09]

[chapter nine]

After almost fifteen minutes of sniffling and soft sobs, Luke had carried me bridal styles back to the car. The moment I was set down in the back seat beside Ashton, my gaze fell to the familiar brunette. My eyes widened and I quickly climbed back out while mumbling 'no' under my breath. I hate that man with every fibre in my being. Although, I did allow him to the take the car, he had the option not to.

"What's wrong?" Luke questioned.

"You," I seethed and pointed at the man who was now, also, out of the car.

"Look.. I'm sorry, Hannah. Alright?" He held his palms up in defence.

"Wait... You pair know each other?" Luke furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yeah. He's the fucker that stole this car off of me." My voice was none but a growl.

"In my defence, you said I could take it," He said.

"But you had the choice not to. I refuse to be within a meter of him." I crossed my arms over my chest and let a scowl play along my features.

"Please.. Hannah. Don't be difficult," Luke sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"How 'bout... We take some gas from this car, put it into that truck and Hannah and I drive that back together? Neither of us like him, so the fact we have each other is a bonus." Ashton peaked his head out of the car and sent me a subtle wink which caused a blush to form among my cheeks.

"No. Absolutely not," Luke replied.

"Luke... I think you're forgetting one minor detail." He turned to me.

"What's that?"

"You.. don't have a fucking choice. We get to decide," Said I before signalling for Ashton.

He climbed out of the car and grabbed the red fuel bucket from the boot. While he did what he had to, I turned to a furious Luke who was glaring at Ashton like he could blow the curly haired lad up with that specific look. He noticed me looking, rolled his eyes and slid into the passenger seat of the vehicle. And for a second there, I felt as though the world wasn't infested by flesh eating corpses... Until a gargling sound startled me.

I spun around -- almost giving myself whip-lash -- to find a herd of zombie's making there way out of the forest lining the highway we were parked along, heading to me in specific. Fuck. We were too loud. It was either that, or the blood seeping from my face, although I had whipped that away almost minutes before with the sleeve of Luke's t-shirt. He had gagged and looked away from the bloodied article of clothing at the time.

Ashton visibly began to panic, screwing the cap onto the fuel bucket. He rushed over to me and placed his palm agains't the small of my back, leading me in the direction of the truck. I climbed inside and collected my gun, loading it before peeping out the open-door. Ashton had began loading the fuel into the truck beneath me. I wrapped my farthest leg from him around his shoulder protectively, although it was a little awkward and his cheeks began to flood with red.

I aimed my gun.

One shot fired. Head shot. Closest zombie down.

Multiple more shots. Three zombies behind the original, dead.

Rapid fire. A whole row of zombies down.

"Ashton! What's the update?!" I noticed that both Luke and guy-i-hate had left. Fuckers.

"Almost.. Finished!" He exclaimed, chucked the bucket at a zombie and climbed up the truck.

He scrambled over me, into the passengers seat and buckled himself in. I slammed the door closed, but making sure it was locked and sealed before twisting the keys in the ignition. Three times of trying failed. I tried one last time. The engine made a clunking sound before roaring to life. I sighed in relief, did my seat belt and floored it.