Fae and Gabby 2: Return of The Walkers

Chapter 9

The following windy day in Granike, Fae and Gabby were sitting on the roof of their house while their father walked towards his car. "I'm going out for a while...or should I stay and watch you...or do I need to bring you two with me?" Vincent questioned, confused.

"Dad." Vincent looked up at Gabby. "Just go. We ain't babies no more. We can take care of ourselves," she said. "Yeah, I figured. Sorry, girls. My parenting can sometimes suck real bad," Vincent admitted. "Dad?" "Yeah, Faith?"

"If I told you that we're in terrible grave danger, because mysterious people with evil souls are going to do horrible things to us and ruin our lives and possibly kill us for their own self satisfaction while causing mayhem to the city and probably to the world since they have the power to demolish innocent people as it is caused by their greed and acquisitiveness, would you think I'm crazy?"

Vincent stared at Fae for a moment before saying, "Um...no? I don't think I would." Gabby scoffed as she lay on her back. "I would." Vincent shook his head as he climbed up the ladder. "Listen, Faith. You have your...opinions. We all have opinions and just because most people have different opinions doesn't mean that they're loco. It just means that you believe in your outlook on certain things."

"What if it's not an opinion? What if it's actually true and you just don't believe me?" Fae asked. Vincent smiled. "Then, keep on proving it to make me see what you see, chica. Don't give up on what you believe in."

Vincent climbed down the ladder while Fae asked, "Can I borrow one of your guns for my shooting practice?" "I don't see why not. You know where it is. Just be careful."

That's when Gabby quickly sat up. "Can I borrow one of your guns, too?!" "No." Gabby groaned, as she lay back down. "I'll be back soon. Don't wait up," Vincent said once he got in his car.

He drove out of the driveway and onto the street while Fae looked out the poverty-stricken city she called home.

"I just know something bad is going to happen. I can feel it..." she whispered to herself. Gabby sat up once more. "If whatever the hell you talking about that important, why don't you just talk to your boy, Huey, about it? Hell, he's crazy as you. I bet he'll believe you," she advised.

Fae looked down. "Huey and I aren't on speaking terms anymore." "Why?" Gabby asked, confused. Fae closed her eyes. "It's...complicated." There was a long silence between the two sisters for a while. "Fae?" "Yeah?" "Do you think I'm stuck up?"

Fae looked at Gabby, as the younger Walker stared into space. "Why would you ask that question?" "It's...complicated." Fae sighed. "Gabby." "Yeah?" "You're violent. You're a pain. You can be annoying at times. You're very rude. You're also demented. All in all, you're just a crazy motherfucker."

Silence.

"Did you hear me say anything about you being stuck up?" "No."

"Exactly. Gabby, you can be a lot of things. A lot of things that no one can't handle. However, one thing I know about you all my life is that you're no where near stuck up. Mom didn't raise you like that. Dad didn't raise you like that. Half of our lives, I didn't raise you like that. Believe it or not, you put others before yourself, because you know how it is when people needs a helping hand. You never show it, but you're always considerate. Maybe not to me, but to all these people that live here. So I believe stuck up is not in your vocabulary. Whoever called you that must not know who you really are and where you came from. Poverty is not an accident. Like slavery and apartheid, it is man-made and can be removed by the actions of human beings. - Nelson Mandela."

It was silent for a moment until Fae and Gabby observed a man being harassed by a couple of younger males not too far from their home. "Those guys are messing with him again," Gabby stated.