Love Bites ~ Craig of the Dead au ~ Tricia x Karen fan fiction [COMPLETE]

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Lakeside is, unsurprisingly, beside the lake. The large gates that cut the town off from the rest of the world have blocked off a small section of the lake, where a group of teenagers are standing with makeshift spears.

Gregory parks the car beside the largest house, which has a sign outside. The sign was clearly painted over years ago, but you can still see the word 'hospital' on top of the previous lettering.

"I'm just going getting the medic for Michael. You girls should stay here," he says as he unbuckles his seatbelt, "people aren't happy with you so they might do something stupid if they see you wandering around."

Michael, whose fingers are coated in blood, glares at us from the front seat.

Gregory leaves the car and hurries into the building. He leaves the front door open in his rush to find help.

Behind us, two more cars are making their way into Lakeside. The gates are shut and locked immediately by the dark haired boy, who then climbs a ladder to a lookout point beside the gate.

"You guys have a really nice place," Karen says nervously, "I can't believe you've turned a whole town into your base."

"We just do what we can to survive." Michael mutters.

Seconds later, a familiar looking girl with long black hair pulled into pigtails rushes out of the hospital. She's wearing bloodstained overalls and is carrying a cloth bag.

Michael opens up the passenger side door and tries to leave the car, but he nearly falls to the floor the second he puts weight on his injured side. Luckily for him, Pigtails catches him before he hits the floor.

"What happened to you?" She gasps, noticing the amount of blood on his hip, "Are you bitten?"

"No," Gregory folds his arms, "one of the girls in the back stabbed him."

"I'm going to have to sew the wound shut. Help me take him inside."

The girl puts one of Michael's arms around her shoulders and Gregory takes the other. Together, they help Michael indoors.
He's so weak that they're mostly dragging him towards the building as he tries to lift his legs helpfully, which is probably just making it worse.

The door beside Karen opens up and a fat girl leans in. She unbuckles her seatbelt and pulls Karen out of the car.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I demand as Karen hits the ground with a thud.

The girl doesn't respond, but she does flick a long, black strand of hair out of her eyes and glares at me.

"Answer me!" I slam my feet down in anger.

"God, kids are so fucking annoying." The girl mutters.

She leans back into the car and unbuckles my seat belt.

"Get your ass out here, tough girl," she orders, "I'm taking you to the cells. You'll spend the night in there before your trial."

"God, you guys are role playing prison wardens?" I scoff.

The girl says nothing, but flicks another strand of hair out of her eyes. She really needs some hairpins.

Reluctantly, I shuffle across the back seat of the car and slide out.
I'm immediately grabbed from behind by a kid shorter than me with long black bangs and freckles across his cheeks.

"You got a good grip on her, right Firkle?" The girl asks, "I hear she's a slippery one."

"Your mom's the slippery one." The kid whispers.

I bite my lip to conceal a laugh.

The girl firmly grabs onto Karen's arms and starts pulling her towards a small house. The windows are boarded up, the front door is missing and someone has painted the word 'cells' with dirt above the entrance.

"Someone will be around with some dinner later. Until then, think about your actions and what they've gotten you into." The girl says.

She takes us inside and pulls a key from her bra. She unlocks the first door we come to and gestures for us to go inside.

Someone has made a hole in the wall big enough for a tray of food to go through and they've boarded up the window with wooden planks.
There isn't much inside the room, just a dirty mattress and a torn blanket. No pillows.

"Well, see you later then." The girl shuts the door and locks it.

I peer through the hole in the wall to see if she's left the key anywhere, but to my dismay I see her drop it back into her bra.

"I can't believe this." Karen mutters.

She sits on the mattress and buries her face into her hands.

"It's gonna be okay, babe," I sit beside her and put my arm around her shoulders, "we'll get out of here. I'll sort it."

"Will you? Or will you mess things up again?" She wriggles from under me.

"I'm going to sort it," I repeat, "I promise, Kar."

"Yeah? Well wake me up when you've thought of a plan." Karen mutters.

She crawls to the other end of the mattress and pulls the whole blanket over her so I won't be able to get under it.

Sighing, I stand up and scan the room for anything we can use to get out. Unfortunately, there is nothing aside from the hole in the door that could let us out is the hole in the wall.

Actually...

I take a quick peek through the hole to see if anyone is monitoring us. The place looks empty.

I back up a little, then run towards the wall and slam my shoulder into it. The force knocks me to the floor, but has also made a crack.

Shakily, I pick myself up and ready myself for another shoulder slam. My knees wobble as I steady myself.

After taking a quick breath, I run for the wall, right as someone walks to the hole.

"What the hell are you doing?" Gregory demands as I trip over myself in an attempt to slow down.

"I- uh-"

"You know what? I don't really care," he holds up a hand to silence me, "I'm just giving you an update on Michael's wound. Which you caused."

Gregory pauses to glare at me.

"Porsche has cleaned and sewed up the stab wound but she thinks you may have hit something vital."

"Oh," I shift my weight to the other foot, "he shouldn't have messed with my shit."

"She also thinks it's going to get infected," Gregory adds, folding his arms, "what happened to the knife?"

"I dropped it."

"One of my crew would've picked it up. I'll go check on that," he thinks aloud, "someone will be coming round with some food soon. Don't even think of trying to escape, this place is crawling with armed kids."

And with that, he walks away.