Lance Andrew's
It takes control.
Anger, frustration, annoyance is pumping through my veins right now. I can feel the tension radiating from Kimberly and John. Right now we're all in different cells. My back is against the cold wall causing goosebumps to form on my body.
What's really bothering me is that we're separated. Boys with the boys, girls with the girls. I feel myself begin to snarl as I watch the sleazy men that patrol. The girls can handle themselves, I know that. Doesn’t make it anymore unbearable though.
This is driving me crazy.
I feel myself start to ache with how tense I’ve been all day, it makes the frustration more difficult to control and not yell at everything around me every five seconds.
Especially Ryan.
"I hate me too, everything about me probably tru, aye, yuh!"
Ryan hasn't stoped singing and rapping the same damn song since we got in here. Marcus is to my right glaring at the wall like everything is its fault. My eyes blink at him as I stare at his uncomfortable stance.
To my left is Jeremiah, and in front is Ethan, Sam, and Will. And of course, Ryan. There are more guys in here with us, all of them are older then the rest of us. They seem happy to have fresh meat with all the snickering and stares they keep giving us. Maybe it is better the girls aren’t in here with us.
My eyes scan the guards that past us back and forth for the billionth time. I give out a tired sigh.
I wonder what happened to Kinnzie?
I haven't thought about that until now, she did spare my life, I mean after Kimberly talker her out of it after pointing a gun at my head.
"Wait, hold up!"
All our heads turn towards Ryan's shout, it ringing out through the metal building. He has his hands up like he‘s pushing something back.
"Your on my Twitter tryna start fights (wha) you think you hate me more then my wife!"
"NAH!!!"
He raps the lyrics out like we’re not all about to be murdered. We all roll our eyes at the idiot except Ethan who only chuckles every now and then.
"You think I'm annoying on YouTube bitch try meeting me in real life. People be saying I got a big nose, yeah, I'll just be commenting back like, 'I know'! "
I groan. Ryan is the only thing that isn’t quiet in here, all the other caged up people look at him like he’s a lunatic.
I believe he is.
"And when I look at myself in the mirror I'm scolding myself like I'm Willem Dafoe, in Spider-Man, I don't take no selfies, I don't like what I see!"
Ryan continues like it's nothing, but there seems to be a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
It's not like we're kidnapped, Kinnzie is shot, and the girls are probably getting raped while we're just stuck here. I mean, really Ryan, really?
I roll my eyes as I glare at Ryan but he only smiles at me and continues shouting his lyrics.
"Ryan stop it will ya--"
Jeremiah gets cut off by Ryan.
"I wish that I could date me, just so I can cheat. So try your best in comments, give your all in tweets!"
"ENOUGH!"
Some of us jump from the loud demand from the guard, he snarls at Ryan but he doesn't seem to pay him any mind.
Not like he just pointing his gun at you
Instead of listening Ryan continues rapping.
"But good luck tryna hate me, just as much as me!"
I basically face palm my forehead as Ryan laughs at the guard but theres still something wicked in the back of his eyes. The big guy tenses at Ryan's words making me bite my lip.
The guard walks up to thee cell and Ryan just turns to him standing up and he’s as tall as the guard. A smirk finds its place on his face, and this time when Ryan sings its in a taunting whisper as he leans closer to the guard.
“I hate you to.”
I see Ryan make a grab for the guards shirt but then I lose what’s happening as the man punches the butt of his gun on Ryan's chest. Some of us flinch as Ryan falls back on his ass but there seems to be some satisfaction on his face. I sigh rolling my eyes at the lunatic
My hand freezes once a idea pop into my head. I glide my hands on the dirt floor until I find a good size rock. I take both my hands on the rock tipping it sideways and start rubbing it against the concrete. I watched this one YouTube video about a guy making a sharp knife out of a rock so I'm hoping this works.
I make sure my hands are pressing hard on the rock, my knees keeping me up as I rub it up and down over, and over.
This should only take a while.
My palms are sweaty from how warm its finally gotten outside. Spring is getting close, thankfully.
"Why don't crabs give to charity?"
Ethan suddenly ask looking at Ryan with a knowing smirk.
"Why?"
Ryan says crossing his arms over his chest looking at his now best friend it seems.
"Because they’re shellfish!"
They both burst into laughter falling over holding their stomachs, wiping tears from their eyes.
"We need a plan."
Jeremiah whispers making me almost forget that he was there from his silence.
I give him a sideways glance before moving towards him still sharpening my rock as Jeremiah leans closer so we can talk more clearly. I block out the two idiots so I can hear better.
"If we can distract that guard we probably can knock him out and get to keys.”
He pauses turning his head towards the door, I follow his gaze back to the guard who pushes Ryan back, the words, 'SWAT', in bold print.
Jeremiah hums pulling out a little notebook that has scrawled on words, some are in a heap of words that even I can’t make out, and others are in elegant handwriting that flows across the parchment. My eyes widen as I see his notes the word undead coming up a lot. I see titles on how they turn and how to kill them.
My eyebrows arched as I look at him questionably while my hands still sharpen the rock.
Jeremiah writes down the word swat with all the others signs I guess he saw. Jeremiah squirms a little under my gaze before turning his attention back to me.
"I saw this before, me and Kinnzie were on a run. I don’t know if she did or not but I did, it seems that they're either killing cops for this stuff or-"
He pauses squinting his eyes at the papers in concentration before continuing.
"Someone's giving them this stuff and helping.”
He whispers writing down some more in his book before quickly putting it in his pocket just as the guard pasts us.
"Hey Lance, wanna know a joke?"
Ryan suddenly breaks the silence. I look at him with a scowl on my face before ignoring him.
He sighs before continuing talking to Ethan, Sam and Will seem to be talking to each other in hushed tones, arguing with one another.
I move all the way to Marcus's side as he keeps on glaring at the wall.
"Marcus."
I whisper yelled. He huffs in a reply but keeps his attention on the wall.
"We're gonna get out of here, ok? We need to distract that guard so we can knock him out, then get out of here."
My husky voice is hoarse with all this talking. I point my thump over my shoulder for Marcus to see. He sighs again like a pouty child before looking at me, giving me a slight nod.
I flip the rock to the other side before start sharpening it, now the the right side is done. Jeremiah seems to be talking to Ryan whispering before getting back to his spot, Jeremiah nods at me to get ready.
Ryan gets up with a smile before leaning against the cell.
Oh boy, he’s bait, I knew it.
"Hey, you ugly scum! Need to talks to ya, homie!"
Yep, we're screwed.
The guard glares at Ryan before walking towards him, with a snarl as Ryan chuckles. His back is towards my way with the last glide of the rock against the ground I crouch down. Ready to strike I slowly walk to the guard tightening my grip on the rock, Ryan's eyes glanced my way before back to the guard.
I reached the bars nodding my head for Ryan that I'm ready. Then he pushes the guard my way.
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Kinnzie
I have the urge to punch these undead assholes right in the face. They keep bumping and growling under their rank breaths at me. I did not think grievers would this, I don’t know, rude? Again, the one beside of me bumps into me harshly and I have half the mind not to slam into her side right back.
Just get back to your group, that’s all that matters.
The sun is setting in the sky when I get to the hotel. The sun feel warm and comforting on my caked skin. Something twists in my gut as I remember days in the sun when I still had my family and friends the same warm sun kissing my skin.
Then I hear growling and the memories are gone. I was able to get rid of some of the griever on my way to the hotel but some of them still walked behind me. I could hear their feet drag on the pavement, but when the hotel comes into view there are at least a hundred surrounding the place.
I stand still as I watch them banging on the garage doors. My dead buddies that have walked with me so far on this journey walk on ahead without me, towards where the others are. When the horde seems to get the idea to slam their bodies even harder into the steel doors I hear the faint sound of a bark. Then a loud whiny.
There you guys are.
I don’t know if I should feel relieved or terrified. My animals are here, I found them! But on the other hand they’re surrounded by undead that I have to find a way through.
Great.
I take advantage of my camouflage and slowly make my way around the hotels garage. I make sure to swallow the gag I almost let out with so much dead in one place. Once I’m away from all the noise and out of sight I sprint to the back and find rusty back door to the garage. I take a look at the caked on rust covering the hinges and I know that this is going to be the loudest thing to open.
Need to be quick.
I first try to open the door the old fashion way, and surprise surprise, that doesn’t work. Plus it doesn’t help my hands are slick with blood. This time I rub my hands on my pant legs in the few dry patches I have, put my foot on the building - ignoring the ark of pain it causes to race up my leg and to my spine- just a few inches away from the door, get a good grip on the handle and pull.
At first I look dumb as hell with my whole body tense and my teeth clenched together in a sneer as I squint at the door in anger all the while let out the most god awful grunts that I’m hoping those undead bastards don’t hear, and you would have thought I won the lottery when I heard the door creek open thee slightest crack.
When I let go of the handle my hands burn but I just roll back my shoulders get back in position and pull again. I must have been there for at least half an hour before I created a gap big enough for me to slip inside.
Jack is already zig-zagging between my legs while Aslan gives a nervous bark in the corner. Spirit nibbles on my shirt. I feel the beginning of a fond smile on my face until the banging on the garage door seeps back into my mind.
I take Spirit by the halter and hurriedly tie some weak string through it. Jack barks excitedly as I get a duffle bag and put a squirming Aslan in there. Once he’s all zipped in I look back at the partially ajar door and feel dread sink to the pit of my stomach.
“This is going to be a bitch.”
And there I was for the last hour pulling the door a little at a time. By the time it was open enough for Spirit to fit through there my whole body ached and burned. The bullet wound in my leg felt like it was on fire. I didn’t take the time to take a breather, and Spirit was already ready to get out of here, he almost seemed to be trotting in place.
Jack already had a long gnarled rope around his collar tied to the saddles horn. Aslan, who was still in the duffle which was hung up on the saddle horn as well, was peacefully asleep.
He’s not going to like this.
I called for Jack who was in the corner laying down. His ears perked up at the sound and came loping towards me. I gave his knotted fur a pat down until I looked at the saddle that seemed to be 7 feet high. My leg screamed at the idea of getting up on there.
I took a shaky breath in, backed up a few steps, and sprinted toward the stirrup. It was over in a few second but the moment my injured leg had to hold me up was agony. White exploded behind my lids and I couldn’t see anything for a few moments.
When everything died down and I was able to make out the musty garage I tried my best not to focus on my thigh that now seemed to be beating in time to my heart beat. I gripped the saddles horn until my knuckles turned white, somehow Aslan was still asleep.
I shakily took my reins and looked at the tight squeeze I would have to make.
"Probably shouldn’t have let you have all this apples last time."
The joke came out dry in my throat.
"Alright, let’s go."
I nudged Spirit through the door and when we passed the threshold I kicked him into a run. I had the fear that Jack wouldn’t keep up but he stayed right by Spirit's front hooves. Aslan on the other hand cowered in the duffel bag as he whimpered.
"Sorry bud, just a few more minutes."
For the first time in forever Spirit seemed to be happy to run and stretch his legs. The only thing I needed to do is get away from that motel and back to my group if they did anything to my people they'll have hell to pay.
Now all I have to do is find the place. Great.
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Jeremiah Anderson
I watch as Lance bring the rock down. He has his teeth clenched as the rock collides with the mans skull and I cant help but win eat the impact. Once the man slowly slumps down to the ground Lance hurriedly reaches through the bars and searches the man down. Everybody is know leaning on their cells bars as they look at Lance. Some of the sleazy guys are cheering Lance on while others are threatening him with very disgusting things if he doesn’t release him. Others are offering…..equally disgusting things for Lance if he releases them, but Lance doesn’t seem to be paying attention. His eyes are zig-zagging across the guards body and his hands are flailing wildly down the mans body.
“Um, Lance, what were you looking for?”
Ryan pipes up from his cell and for once he doesn’t have that joking tint in his voice. Lance ignores him as he now seems to try and undress the man.
“Lance?”
Ryan tries again, and again no response.
“Lance!”
“What!”
I never actually thought a man could growl but Lance was doing an amazing job at it. He looked at Ryan like he wanted to choke him to death, and I mean, yeah I’ve been there before, but an over-powering sense of protectiveness washed over me.
“Don’t talk to him like that.”
Lance seems a little taken back by me, and I get it, no one expects nothing from the quiet nice guy in the group but I would be lying if I said staying cramped in this small prison where everyone was arguing, and smelling like utter shit, and not even mentioning worrying about Kinnzie, the girls, and how the hell we were going to get out of here, could give someone a major headache.
Right when Lance was about to say something back Ryan just sighed and asked,
“Are you looking for the keys?”
“Um, yes?”
Lance said it like it was obvious, and it kind of was but leave it up to Ryan not to get up to speed. I saw Ryan give a broad smile as he dug around in the back of his pockets and then he was jangling around a set of keys.
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