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

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Slowly, the dog like creature tips its head to the side, staring at our car.
The windows are slightly tinted so I don't know if it can see through, but that doesn't stop everyone inside from panicking.

"What the fuck do we do?" Kenny whispers, ducking down so he won't be spotted through the window, "We can't reverse, we can't go forwards and we definitely can't get out of the car."

"I really thought nothing could go wrong..." Christophe grumbles, "I had it planned out so fucking well."

"It's not your fault." Karen smiles weakly.

"It's fucking God's fault," Christophe glares up at the car's ceiling, "Are you happy now, God? You're finally going to kill me off after twenty one miserable years. That dog couldn't do it when I was four, that serial killer couldn't do it when I was thirteen, your dumb red zombies couldn't do it since I got that fucking immunity... now you're getting your dumbass demon dogs to come for me? Fucking pathetic."

Karen pats his arm sympathetically, nodding along with everything he's saying. Kenny glances at me briefly, as if trying to say "what the fuck is wrong with this guy?"

Christophe gives one last angry look at the ceiling before dramatically lowering his head into his hands whilst giving a long and drawn out groan.

"So what are we gonna do now?" Karen asks, "I mean, we can't exactly let the old guy in, can we? Man, I wish he'd stop looking at me like that."

A shiver runs down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Karen's staring behind me, through the windshield.
Slowly, I turn to look over my shoulder, taking my eyes off the dog.

Stood outside of the car is the old guy. His crazed eyes are glued to Karen. Unblinking. In one hand he has a broken leash. The other holds a machete. A bloody machete.

His yellow floral shirt is covered in blood, both old and recent. His pants are torn. A tattered hat lies upon his head, which is also bloody.

Wrinkled and scarred, his face is dotted with light raindrops that begin to fall from the sky. His eyes still don't leave Karen as I roll down my window.

"Fuck off!" I yell at him, "Leave me and my friends alone, we haven't done anything to you!"

There's a slight shuffling noise from behind me as Kenny picks up one of the handguns and cocks it.

The man tears his eyes from Karen to me and it feels like he's staring deep into my soul. There's a coldness in his eyes I haven't seen in anyone before, even after the apocalypse changed people into the worst versions of themselves.

He lifts a hand.

Then two fingers.

"What does that mean?" Kenny whispers.

"I have no idea." I whisper back.

With the same eerily slow movements, he lifts the fingers to his lips.

He whistles loudly.

There's a howl from behind us.

"Tricia, close your window," Kenny commands. When I hesitate, he yells, "Close the fucking window!"

As the dog behind us leaps from the vehicle behind us to the ground with a loud thud, I quickly grab onto the handle and start winding the window back up.
Since it's an old car, the handle gets stuck every few turns.

There's a thud above us. Fear floods through my body as I push the handle with as much strength as I can. It creaks then finally spins.

"It's going to eat us, isn't it?" Karen whimpers in a small voice.

"We'll protect you, princess, I promise." Kenny wraps his arms around her and rests his chin on her head.

Just as the old man returns his eyes to my girlfriend, the window is fully rolled up.

There's something wrong about the way he stares at her. It's not just that he's attracted or just being creepy. It's like he's fascinated. The way his eyes are reluctant to move and he barely blinks, even with the rain splattering all over his wrinkled skin.

Thud.

A leg slams against the window beside Christophe.
Pure black with claws, which drag across the glass with a loud screech.

"Karen, I just want to say that I was Mysterion. You don't really have a guardian angel. It was me," Kenny whispers to his sister. Tears fall from his eyes and onto her hair, "I love you, princess. I'm sorry... but I have to do this."

"Do what?" She asks, wriggling out of his grip to face him, "Ken, what are you going to do?"

Kenny smiles and more tears slide down his cheeks. He wipes a thumb across Karen's nose.

"How do you always manage to get dirt on yourself?" He asks, voice soft.

"Kenny, what are you going to do?" She repeats.

With one last half hearted smile, Kenny reaches for the car door handle. He pushes and cold air hits us like a brick.

"What the fuck are you doing, Kenneth McCormick?" Karen yells, "Don't you dare walk away from me!"

Kenny looks over his shoulder, "I love you, princess."

He slams the car door shut behind him, ignoring Karen's demands for him to come back and to not leave her.

Through the windows we watch him aim his gun at the creature on top of the car and shoot once, twice, three times. The colour drains from his cheeks and he starts backing away.

"We have to help him!" Karen sobs, reaching for the door handle.

"He's sacrificing himself unnecessarily, we don't need you doing the same." Christophe slaps her hand away and gives her a little shove so she falls back in her seat.

"Tricia, you're with me on this one right?" She looks up at me with her big brown puppy dog eyes, pleading, "You know we can't just let him die. He's my big brother, your big brother!"

I can't meet her eyes.

"Tricia?" Her voice is wobbly yet commanding, "You are with me, right?"

I jump as Kenny unexpectedly shoots at the creature again. There's a rumble of thunder close by.

"No. I'm staying in here. We don't know how to kill that thing."

A look of betrayal sweeps over Karen's face. The sadness in her eyes is replaced by anger. She is truly pissed.

"Fuck. You," She snarls, "That is my fucking brother out there and whether you're coming or not, I'm going to fucking save him."

"Karen you ca-" Before I can finish my sentence, she slaps me.

It's loud, harsh and hurts like a buttcheek on a stick. My hand instinctively rubs the spot.

"Fuck you." She spits, all love for me gone in a matter of seconds.

It'll come back though.. it has to...I can't find the energy in me to stop her from leaving the car. She drags the weapon I made her out with her.