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

7

After finishing my stew, I head back to Gordon and his pot.

He spots the bowl and chuckles.

"Sorry, sweetie. We're all out." He gestures to the empty pot.

"Huh? Oh," I realise he's assumed I'm asking for seconds, "no, I just wanted to help you clear up."

"Really?" He is genuinely surprised, "thanks!"

We start by collecting in everyone's bowls. They're all scattered around the bonfire area and most of them are on the floor. Gordon dumps them all into his pot, then grabs the handles and lifts it as high as he can.
I follow him into one of the houses, where he heads to the kitchen to wash up.

"This place is so cool," I admit, "I can't believe you've taken over a whole village."

"We just did what we could after splitting with our previous group. After the leader died, we thought it was time to make a getaway since he was a real douchebag," Gordon starts running some water into the sink, "he was basically a dictator. Killed a kid and three teenagers, I heard."

"Sounds rough."

"Yeah..." he trails off as he begins violently scrubbing some crusty stew remains off the bowls, "We haven't changed much since we left. We've kept a bunch of old methods we used to get supplies, but we treat people right. I mean, Mitch would've tortured the two of you."

"Who?" My heart is pounding in my ears. I'm sure I've heard that name before.

"Mitch Connor," Gordon says with a sigh, "wasn't his real name, or at least I heard. Real douche, though."

I nod, humming in agreement, although a bad feeling is quickly filling me. I've got to find Karen so we can leave once everyone's gone to sleep.

"Could you just excuse me for one moment? I need to make a bathroom break."

Gordon nods and reminds me where the front door is.

Calmly, I leave the room, but I begin running once I'm outside.
Some people notice me and give me a weird look, but there isn't time to worry about that.

"Karen?" I shout, craning my neck to try and look around some tall people stood in my way, "babe, are you there?"

I push past the group of tall people, who all glare at me, and run back to the bonfire.
Luckily it's still burning and Karen has started playing a different card game with her friends.
Mark is there. Crap.

"Karen!" I call.

She looks up, confused.

"Trish, what's wrong?" She asks, concern filling her eyes, "are you hurt?"

"We gotta go!" I urge, running over, "it's not safe."

Mark gives me a strange look.

"Can we discuss this somewhere else?" I ask, dropping my voice, "I'd rather not discuss this around them."

This time, it's Rebecca who gives me a look. She looks pissed.

Placing down her cards, Karen gives an apologetic look to her friends and allows me to lead her to a quiet spot where we can talk.

"What's wrong, honey?" She asks, "you seem stressed."

"Remember when we got kidnapped by that psycho in the cape?" I pause as Karen nods, "well these guys are part of that group, they escaped from their base and now they live here."

Karen's eyes widen.

"Seriously?" She glances over my shoulder at the group, "but I don't recognise them. I was part of that group for a short while, remember?"

"I would never lie about this. I'm serious."

Biting her lip, Karen pulls the scrap of notebook paper out of her pocket. She must've taken it from me when I passed out.
She unfolds it and quickly scans the words.

"I need you to find a car with a good amount of gas." She shoves the paper in her pocket.

"What?"

"I'll work on getting the gates open. It'll be tough but..." she scans the area, "I've got an idea. Just find a car and remember where it is. I'll deal with the rest."

Suddenly, she runs off towards. I don't catch which direction she goes since Gregory steps in front of me.

"I think it's time you guys go back to the cells. You've been free long enough," he gestures for me to walk in front of him, "Firkle and Henrietta will be making sure you two won't get into any more trouble."

"Trouble is my middle name." I mutter, not wanting to annoy him.

I allow him to lead me back to the cells. Karen is already in our room, just about to get under the blanket to get some rest.
She looks up and gives me a big smile.

"Hey, honey," she smiles, "ready to get some rest for our big day tomorrow?"

"Uh... I guess?"

Gregory shuts the door and locks it immediately.

"Don't be too loud in here. The rest of us need our sleep too," He tells us, "I don't want to be woken up by shouting."

"No problemo, sir." Karen replies, seeming a little too cheerful.

I move myself from in front of the door and head over to the bed. Before I can, Karen throws herself at me and starts roughly kissing me, which is not at all how we usually do it.

"I'm sorry to use sex as our escape plan but I promise it'll get us out of here." She whispers before she starts to leave messy kisses and sloppy love bites across my neck.

Realising her plan, I let out a loud whine, then turn us around so I'm able to fall onto the mattress. It creaks under our weight.

Karen's shoes thud onto the floor as she kicks them off, then her jacket falls beside the mattress in a heap.

"What're you two doing in there?" The fat girl, Henrietta, demands, "do I need to come in and split you up?"

Karen visibly cringes as she replies with, "why, do you want me all to yourself?"

We hear the girl muttering something on the other side of the door, then the key is shoved into the lock.

"I'm coming in. If I see either of you naked I'm going to be pissed." She warns.

Karen quickly rolls off me and sits on the mattress beside me. She instinctively crosses one of her legs over the other.

Henrietta throws the door open and barges in, but is surprised to find us sitting so peacefully.

"What is this?" She folds her arms and raises an eyebrow, "some kind of game?"

"Help us escape," Karen ignores her question, "we'll bring you with us if you're helpful enough."