The Dead Are Among Us

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The sound of the doorbell caught us both off guard "are you expecting anyone?" I asked him wide-eyed "umm, no.. Not that I can think of." he replied, still staring towards the entryway. "Stay back Rylie, let me see who this is." He put his hand out to emphasize how serious he was. I didn't feel like arguing with him, and to be honest I was terrified that it was Charlie or some of his men. I stood there frozen, the 'ding dong' rang out again as Dawson made it to the door. I heard the clink of the dead bolt unlock, and the door slowly slid open, two men burst into the hallway shoving Dawson to the floor, "Rylie run!" He screamed after me. But I knew I wouldn't survive without Dawson, so I had to act fast, I limped quickly to the guest bathroom where we had a few guns hidden in odd places, I pulled out the pistol and a baseball bat gripping it tightly in my left hand and holding the pistole in my right. As soon as I exited the bathroom a pair of hands grabbed at my waist, I whipped around and swung the bat without a second thought, making contact with the side of a young mans head, he stumbled back and fell against the wall. "What the fuck!" He screamed holding his head. I ran at the guy who had Dawson in the choker hold on the floor in the entryway, Dawson's body was slowly going limp. I swung the bat with one hand like an axe, hitting the man across the shoulders hard. His grip loosened enough for Dawson to get away clutching his throat gasping for air on the ground. A woman emerged into the house, after me with a crazed look in her eyes, she tackled me with such force it sent my pistole flying into the ground alongside my bat. She struggled to gain the upper hand on me, digging her fingers into my injured arm. I growled in pain but still I was dominating her, she threw a punch connecting with my cheek. I winced but never slowed down. Once I got on top of her I grabbed her throat and began to bang her head into the hardwood. She flailed her scroney arms and slashed her hands at me, only causing minor damage. I punched her in the face several times. Accomplishing knocking her unconscious. I got off of her and retrieved my pistol. I aimed it at the man who had previously been trying to kill Dawson. I clicked the safety off, prepared to make a one shot kill, "wait! Wait! " The man whom had attacked me first yelled. "Let's just take a deep breath and calm down." He stated, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth. "WHERE IS HE?! WHERES CHARLIE?!" I screamed, tears threatening the brim of my eyes. "Charlie?" He stated back, confusing me further than I thought possible. "What-wha? Who are you people??" I said, the gun I was aiming shook violently, along with my trembling bodie. Daxx appeared out of no where, standing guard beside me growling viciously. "We were just looking for a safe place to stay is all. Zombies are everywhere outside tonight." A younger girl about my age said, she stumbled through the door, she was in worse shape than I was, looked to me like Charlie had gotten a hold on her before. She looked timid, she had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes, she was the kind of pretty that a dark featured girl natrally is. The man jumped from the floor and tried to take my gun. "Get back" I snapped putting the barrel on his four head. he put his hands up and backed over to the man lying next to Dawson, "stay away from him, both of you!" I snapped again, Dawson choked out breaths on the floor. "What kind of human breaks into someone's home and tries to kill them? This is still America! you all should be ashamed..." I glanced around the room noticing that the red headed woman was now coming to on the ground, her nose and mouth busted. "Calm down Rylie." Kaiden said from behind me. Where had he been the whole time I was fighting for our lives? He soothingly put his hand over the top of my gun and pushed it down. "these people tried to kill us kaiden! look at your brother!" I blurted out. Dawson still gasping on the floor. "Oh kaiden!" the small brunet said running to him and jumping into his arms. I made a confused face at Kaiden, because I really had no clue what the hell this was even about. "Rachel? I can't believe it's really you guys!" He hugged her tightly. "Gauge, drake." He said nodding to them, they both nodded back. "Are you alright blair?" Kaiden asked the red head, she nodded eyeballing me as she stood up, she was thick and tall, with wild Curley red hair and green eyes. I don't like her already. Gauge was a handsome mid twenties man who had the same features as Rachel, accept he was tall and more muscular, while drake was probably in his late twenties with hazel eyes and brown hair, medium height and very muscular. He had been the one who attacked Dawson. "Rylie, these are my friends from the camp." Kaiden stated. Dawson drug himself off of the floor and stumbled over to me. I stood still in shock at the whole thing, Dawson grabbed my face and looked into my eyes, "are you okay rylie? Are you hurt anywhere?" He said looking me up and down frantically. "I'm okay" I said pushing his hands from my face. "No your not" he scolded, "your bleeding." I looked down at myself noticing that my shoulder was bleeding rather heavily. "Damnit" I mumbled cupping my hand over my bullet wound. "thanks bitch." I said to the red head, she rolled her eyes. I turned and walked away up the stairs; fuming with anger, Dawson right on my tail. "Slow down Rylie, you don't want your blood pressure to go up anymore." He grabbed my good arm and led me slowly into the master bed room. It was spotless, not one droplet of blood left. "Kaiden cleaned up for you." he stated, damn he's fast. I sat on the edge of the huge bed. He ran for the medical supplies. I cut the blood soaked gaws off and dropped them into the bedside trash can. "Shit. shit. shit.... I popped my stitches." a said through gritted teeth. He made a sympathetic face and poured the alcohol over my shoulder. "Help me get my shirt off. " I asked in pain. He helped me slide it over my head and the stinging liquid sunk in. "Ouchhh." I bit my lip to muffle my cries. I snatched the bottle of vodka from him and downed the rest of it. " I'm gonna have to re stitch it." He said. "I know " I replied. He opened his mouth as if to say something but then shut it back. "What is it?" I asked, I could sense the unsaid words playing on his mouth. "Nothing really. I just wanted to thank you." "-Thank me for what?" The alcohol was begining to take effect, I was getting braver with my words. "For saving my life Rylie." He stated as if he thought I knew what he was gonna say. "I-I um, I didnt 'save your life' he would have let go, I think. Besides I owe you like two more life savings now." I said, caught off guard by his sudden niceness. "You ready?" He asked, stitches in hand, "Yeah, Do it." I said as I laid back onto the bed, his body touching mine. I clutched the bedsheets in pain, I mumbled a few curse words and finally my adrenaline kicked in full throttle. "Done." He said snipping the final stitch and disposing properly into the trash. "Let me wrap you back up and I'll be finished." He stated proudly. His medical skills were better than I thought the would be, his wraps were becoming amazingly snugg. "Do you need anything?" He said standing up from the bed. "I think Im okay right now, maybe some of that soup you promised." I winked at him, he gave a small but sympathetic smile. "Sure thing, I'll have it coming right up." He said walking towards the door. "But watch out for the red head, I dont trust her." I said before he walked out the door and down the steps. When he returned he held a trey with a PB&J and a bowl of steaming soup, with a glass of water to top it off. "Yummy" My stomatche growled. After I finished eating I stood up to go down stairs and take my dishes balancing with one hand and opening and shutting the door with the other.When I stepped ont the open staircase I peered downstairs into the living room. My heart sunk into my stomatche when I saw Dawson sitting on the couch and Blair leaning over with her lips to his ear, her eyes shot up to mine, she smiled a devilish smile and Dawson got up and walked outside, she quickly followed behind him. I felt like running back into my room and crying for the rest of forever. I passionatly hated this red headed monster that had ruined everything that I had been working for; Dawson. I couldnt let him see it bother me, or her for that matter. I stomped down the stairs and into the kitchen, The sun told me it was only about 7:30 or 8:00am. I slammed my dishes into the sink and washed them quickly. When I finished I decided it would be best for me to go take a nice slow ride on my horse, I needed to think, and vent to him. What better way to vent than to someone who cant judge you. I went back upstairs and twisted my now dry hair into a fishtail braid, I slipped on my boyfriends old polo sweatshirt very carefully; I didnt want to mess it up,the last time I seen him was the day of the appocalypse, I was kind of big on me, but I just slipped on some skinny jeans and my cowgirl boots. Who can I get to help me saddle my horse? Maybe kaiden will help me, I thought. "KAIDEN!" I yelled hoping he would answer, but instead a very damp Guage stepped out of one of the extra bedrooms, with just jeans on. Yummy. "Is something wrong?" He flashed a white smile at me, his 'just showered' Hair dripping down his face and neck. "No- Nothings wrong at all-(I smiled) I just needed help saddling my horse, I cant lift it all by myself." I said, bringing the pouty face out and pointing to my shoulder. "I'll help you, no problem." He gave a wink. "where exactly are you going?" He asked, looking me up and down. "Oh, I was just gonna go look around, you know, for any sign of food, supplies, or any other survivors that dont want to kill me." I said, punn intended. "Well, in that case, do you mind if I ride along? I'd hate for you to go alone." He said, rubbing me the wrong way. "Why wouldnt I be able to go alone?" I snapped. He looked confused for a second and then spoke. "Well because your hurt, and You wont be able to toat as many things back with one arm." He smiled shrugging his shoulders. "Good answer, now lets get going." I said, I packed myself a rifle with a silencer and extra amunition, and two pistoles with 24 rounds each, strapped to my hips. I told the wanna be cow boy everything that he needed to know about riding, he helped me saddle both horses and attatch the saddle bags for any supplies we find, I packed a knife, some matches, and somebottles of water and vianna suasages, Just in case. "Okay, I just need you to help me get on, my horse, I cant climb on with one arm." I said, and before I had time to ready myself He lifted me up and onto my horse effortlessly. "You good?" He asked as he jumped on Cowboy. "You've done this before havent you?" I asked squinting my eyes. "Maybe a time or two." He said before riding past me on the white app. I quickly caught up with him. "Why didnt you tell me you knew how?" I asked sternly. "Bacause, I liked hearing you talk." He said, it was probably the most childish pickup line I had ever heard, but it made me feel like a kid again, rather than a survivor in the appocalypse.