My brother knows that I hate getting inside a vehicle for multiple reasons.
"Always." I smiled reassuringly.
Just trying to forget the small spell I had back inside the building. The grown man kissed my forehead before pushing himself off of the side. I watched him until he slammed the door shut of the old pickup.
After Murphy entered the black Tahoe, Doc was the first to leave out of the cursed high school building; Warren and Charlie were close behind us. I stayed against the window of the truck, watching Warren and Charlie sit in the front of their vehicle.
I smiled, waving my small hand in the air. I could see Warren's white teeth shine and her skin glow from the sun shining directly against their dark colored van. Her hand moved left and right to show a returning wave.
As we went down the dirt path, I felt the truck start to slow down to a complete stop. What is the doctor doing now?
"You're the sharp shooter that saved my ass, aren't you?" I heard Doc speak to an unknown individual, but another voice wasn't floating around afterwards.
"Oh, man. I want to thank you. Do you need a ride?"
Once again, nothing in response. Suddenly, another male popped over the side of the truck. I jumped at the unexpected stranger. We just looked at each other for a solid minute before he got beside me.
Not to sit down but to stand up, holding onto the roof of the vehicle. Because I'm such a kind--shy--person, I scooted over more so I wouldn't be so close to his legs. Being close to a stranger isn't really safe in the apocalypse.
The unknown person hit the top of the truck, signalling we were all ready back here. When we started to move again, I glanced up to study him some more. The dark blue hues in his eyelids glanced right back down at me.
Quickly, even though I had already been caught, looked back towards the windshield that belonged to Warren and Charlie's family car. Warren put her index finger to her nose before throwing it off back at me.
I smiled at her, doing the same thing.
* Three Hours Later *
"Running on fumes!" Warren shouted over to Charlie, who just let out a deep chuckle.
Doc, Cassandra, the new boy, Mack, and Addy exited the truck while I stayed on the bedding, leaning over the left side to watch the group do their thing.
"Alright." Warren checked out the steam that was coming from under the hood, "So, it looks like you got a flat."
"Heads up." Charlie warned us abruptly, looking at the road we were just on.
I merely turned my head to see what was going on. Then, Mack got beside the mystery boy, who was leaning against the back door of the truck, to get in between the raven haired male and me.
"We got company." Charlie finished the warning, knowing that we all got to see the new people.
"That's right.." Warren mumbled to herself and them as the unknown humans passed us.
It seemed time slowed down once their motorcycles got right in front of us. I followed their eyes to the newest addition, Cassandra.
"Keep rolling and we all live to see another day." Warren kept mumbling to everyone.
What's so special about Cassandra? Once they passed by the brunette, they revived up their engines and took off into the distance. They became just another memory; a hostile memory. They carried such intensity and danger with them.
My eyes looked from them to the brunette that had her arms cradling herself. The young woman covered her exposed stomach, refusing to look where they had rode of to. Instead, she stared at the cemented road.
Did they do something to her? Does she know them?
"Alright. Lets do this quick."
Warren diverted her full attention to our small problem.
"Doesn't look flat, but it won't turn. We ran over some fun stuff." Doc informed the second-in-command.
"Okay, well, help me get it off and lets see what's going on."
Warren and Doc grabbed onto the hood protecting the tired from above. When they did this, a low groan could be heard. Z. The two ripped off the top layer, revealing a messed up Z.
"Well, that explains the pull to the left." Doc joked as we all stared at the walking dead that got caught up in our fun-time.
"What are you waiting for? Kill it! Kill it!" Murphy encouraged, taking a step away from the different species.
"Alright, you." Doc muttered, spiking the beast right in between it's eyes.
"Even after all this, it's still beautiful." Addy spoke poetically, looking out into the road behind us.
Our past that once was our future, our present. Now, just a past and becoming memory. New York's towers could still be seen from the distance we had taken up; the towers were barely covering the Sun that was about to go down.
It gave them such an angelic look; a good image for an artist. Pink and orange dusted the clouds above us and the whole city. A true professional artist would paint them to earn millions at the art competition that use to be held every year.
Such beauty in such a stressful time. This should be kept, not as a memory, but as a true painting. As if the beautiful red head in front of me read my mind, she took out her Hero camera and allowed the lens to catch the scenery before us.
"Take a good look. Might not be back for awhile." Charlie spoke the words, but it felt we were all too absorb in this extraordinary moment.
"So long New York." Doc threw his farewell.
"See ya in the next life." Murphy grumbled, walking back towards the Tahoe he shared with two other people.
* Three Hours Later *
"People with all these cars and not a single drop of gas. Just when you thought you saw the worst of it, huh?" Doc sighed, looking around the oddly parked cars.
They were all thrown on top of each other lined up in front of the closed stores. They made two parallel lines of their selves, and it truly felt like the lines never stopped.
"They didn't stand a chance." Cassandra said in a strident manner, opening up a car door.
"Black Friday sale?" Murphy suggested, looking around himself.
I stayed with Doc and the new boy as they searched for gas and food in the cars.
"You find any gas?" Charlie asked my brother as he and Addy returned from canvassing the area at the beginning of these weird lines.
"No. This area's been picked clean." Mack grumbled out.
I popped open one of the car doors, taking a step back in case something popped out at me. Nothing. Not even any clothes or bags. Where are the children at? I took notice of the the booster seat and car seat.
Didn't kids use to drop bags of chips in the floor? Didn't teens leave at least gum in the back seat? I know Mack and I use to be messy kids. Leaving bags of chips, bottles, whatever in the back seat for mom and dad to find.
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Adventure"My heart dropped for a single moment before I remembered who I was and what I've done for the last three years. My name is (Y/N) Thompson, survivor of the zombie apocalypse since the beginning." ° ° • First rule, you can't be scared and don't show...
