sherbet - a stosuh fanfiction

Store (re-upload)

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"Try to be quick," Dan advises, looking around the large, empty parking lot. The store, a good distance from us, didn't look that inviting, and it was most likely shut down, but I guess that wouldn't stop Ann and I.

I nod, clenching onto the hard fabric of red leash in my hand as Ann buckles her muddy shoes.

The red leash felt like sharp leather, digging into my skin, and I wondered if this was how painful Ann must've felt it each time when she held it. Maybe it was just me gripping the handle too hard.

The sound of hammering rain was loud as I stare out the wide-open door of the trailer, cold air blowing in my face. "Yep, of course," I respond, trying to sound more cheery than I felt.

We were currently parked in front of a random store in order to originally get more supplies.

Food that Ann would be willing to eat, more dog kibble, toiletries, winter clothes, other important things we forgot to get last time we binge-bought. We'd definitely need more ammo for guns too, but I just didn't know if we'd find it here.

But now I was wondering if I could also use this opportunity to get Ann her birthday presents and everything.

It seemed like a good time to do it - maybe even the only time to do it - since there might not even be another time. With the savage-zombie-transformation and all that jazz.

I tilted my head as I watched the girl put on her shoes. The dirty old sneakers had both buckles and shoelaces, which seemed unnecessary and odd. I didn't know sneakers had buckles.

Deciding to look away, I turn to look outside through the open trailer window. The few zombies scattered around the lot look brain-dead and exhausted, most of them just curled up on the ground like corpses.

Ann hops up to her feet, buckles fastened and shoelaces tied into sloppy bows. "Okay, I'm ready!" She announces, grinning giddily as she swiped at the pink bangs stuck to her forehead. "Let's go."

I hand her the leash back, and she thanks me quietly. Dan shoos us out.

"See you guys," he waves. I jump out on the cracked concrete, converse skidding a little. "Be safe. You have your weapons?"

Ann raises the hand she's holding her hammer with. It already has droplets of rain running down its dull mallet, and her hold on the handle is cautious as to not get splinters from the decaying wood.

I raise Stephen's knife - I was originally planning on bringing my butter knife with me, but common sense knows that measly 'weapons' like those don't even do a lot of damage.

Dan closes the door behind us, shouting out a quick good luck. I don't focus on him though, but on the purple head as he peeks from behind. My stomach jitters start up again and I look away as my cheeks burn.

I'm sure it's not a fever, cause it only happens when I look at Stephen.

The jitters flutter more when that name is mentioned.

He looks troubled, the boy behind Dan. It had taken a lot of arguing to convince him to not come with Ann and I. He kept insisting that we were gonna die without him, to which Ann had laughed.

 Honestly, it was a little weird that he couldn't trust me to protect Ann and her dog; it's not like I didn't know how to fight (okay, nevermind, I really didn't - but that's beside the point!), but the gesture was still heartwarming.