The Dead Are Among Us

Bad dreams, and smart mouths

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"Please!" I begged, Charlie continued to rein punches all over my body, although it didnt hurt due to the amount of adrenaline coarsing through my veins, I could see my own blood swirl into a pool beneath me, and bruises began to take to shape of fists. His fists. "Stop please!" I screamed again, knowing deep down inside nothing would work. He grabbed a fist full of my bloody blonde hair and snatched me to my feet, dragging me accross the floor leaving a bright red trail, he headed towards the small stained matress in the corner of the filthy room. "You'll give me what I've been waiting for, or I'll slit your throat!" He bellowed into my face. "Sharpen your knife then." I said through gritted bloody teath, the familiar taste of copper in my mouth reminded me that the most damage was'nt to my body, it was my face. Charlie shoved me down onto the matress and pulled out his knife. "No." I mumbled. "Yes!" Charlie proudly yelled. I wanted so badly to scream for Dawson and for him to come running to my rescue, but I knew he never would. I scrambled bacwards away from the matress and onto the floor, he grabbed my thighs and yanked me beneath him, pinning mine down with his, and only using one of his large hands to hold my two above my head, restraining me from fighting anymore. "I told you to be a good little girl, you should have listened." He said matter of factly 'tsking' his tounge as he trailed the knife down my neck. "Just kill me." I snapped. he chuckled darkly and ripped my T-shirt open with his knife. "Now why would I want to do a thing like that? I finally have you where I want you, your gonna have my children." He said as he repeated the action accept this time he tore through my jeans, exposing me. I trembled at the dicusting thought of having 'his' children. "I'll kill myself before I give birth to anything you've created!" I said spattering my blood across his ugly face. "Thats it, your done!" He screamed as he plunged the knife deep into my gut.

I yelled out in pain, sitting up in bed clutching my chest and gasping. "Rylie, Rylie! Its okay, it was just a nightmare" Dawson was there beside me in the bed. I was burning up with a fever, sweating. "We need to break that fever now." He said pressing his hand to my face, and jumping out of bed, He ran to the sink and turned it on, how the hell was there running water, or electricity? I wondered, still trying to calm myself from that demented dream. Dawson returned with a warm wet rag and pressed it to my forhead, pulling the covers up around me and checking the wound on my neck. "Its getting worse, here take this." He said handing me two small pill, both different shapes "This is gonna make you sleep." He informed I popped the pills in my mouth and downed the rest of the water. "I feel okay" I said weakly smiling at him. "How did you get the power on?" I asked curiously. "While you were asleep it started to get cold from the nightfall, so I went exploring, I found a basement with a wood powered heater and a gas generator, I fired them both up without a problem." He seemed exited about the whole thing. "Thats good, we can use the horse trailer for emergencies only." I recomended, "yeah sounds good, the two zombies that attacked us were the homeowners, and they had kids but I couldnt find a trace of either of them, this was their boys room, he was in college, and the girl was only ten." My heart felt sadness for the family, who knows what came of their kids. As soon as my fever started to fade, I felt like a new person, I was energized and oh so hungry. As if my stomache read my mind it began to growl like a starving tiger, "Im so hungry, and not for human flesh" I said jokingly earning a smile from Dawson, this was the first time I had seen him smile, it lit up the room, and as fast as it came accross his face it faded. "What do you want to eat?" he asked sternly. "Umm, I dont know what do you want?" I asked back, sensing the controlling tone in his voice. "I'll just fix something simple then." He got up and walked out. What did I do wrong now? I shruggishly stumbled to my feet, following him out into the hallway and down to the kitchen. I rounded the corner and peeked out from behind it, studying him as he prepared what looked like ramen noodles, yum. He caught a glimpse of me and snapped his head up "What are you doing out of bed?" He questioned rudly. "Um..walking around, Is there a problem?" I smarted off. "Hell yes theres a problem, your sick and you need to be your ass in the bed." "Okay here you go again with this whole parenting thing, give me a damn break, I'm 19 years old, I stopped taking orders a long time ago." I shot back "Pssh, what? last year?" He mocked. "Your an asshole you know that? as a matter of fact, I was a very responsible teen, therefore I didnt have a curfew." I crossed my arms over my chest to try to hide my raged breathing. "Rylie, shut up with the 'big girl talk', your still a teen, you can stop trying to walk around like a bad ass, your not quite as deadly as you think." I began to shake in anger, why am I letting his childish words hurt my feelings, I have never cared what anyone said to, or about me; but this made me want to scream and throw a tantrum, just what he wanted, I'll show him. "You know what, I hope I do change so you can shoot me.I cant deal with someone like you for the rest of my life!" I yelled at him, in a split second he was in my face, he shoved me into the wall hard, but I was mad, and nothing he did was about to scare me. He put his hand around my throat and squeezed a little, just to where I was uncomfortable but could still breathe. I stared deep into his eyes looking for emotion, there was none. "If I wanted you dead, I would have pulled the trigger." I put my small hands on his wrist and pushed back enough to where I could make raspy words. "But you did'nt, you coulnd'nt. Your no marine, your just a washed up coward." I knew it wasnt a smart thing to say when I said it, I felt a violent slap accross my face, he let go of my throat and stepped back, I fell to the floor gasping for air, and a small trickle of blood rolled down my chin, My jaw clenched and I looked at him as I shakily stood up. "Do you feel like your in controll now?" I said, tears forming in my eyes, but I turned and walked towards the door "Rylie wait." he begged, grabbing my arm, I snatched away from him without turning back, I stormed through the back door slamming it hard behind me. I wasnt gonna let him see me cry, I cant believe he just slapped me, the thought of it hurt worse than the slap did, although now the left side of my mouth was swelled and puffy, still bleeding a little. I ran down the porch and out to the field, Daxx chased behind me, I laid there in the tall grass and cried to myself. All this time of being hard, and one man was what pushed me over the edge. Maybe this is what I needed, just to cry.