"Patrick, I give you mercy." Aaliyah whispered before squeezing her eyes as she stuck the blaze of the knife into Patrick's skull, mixing his brains with the blade inside.
Snatching the knife outta his head, she quickly met back with Antonio and Johnathan. "Keep running and yo ass gonna alert every fuckin' Z nearby." Antonio said picking up the pace. "I bet yo blunt ass won't say that to Natasha ass." Aaliyah snickered before checking a truck's condition if it's able to be hotwired. "I would've if she came with us on this fuck ass trade." Antonio snapped before going on alert mode. Aaliyah, Antonio and Johnathan volunteered for mission duty this time, This mission was food and weaponry trade over by Howard Estates, only to be met with dozens of Z's, a broken-down truck, and Bandits, but was quickly shut down with the backup Ghost have popped up around town. Patrick was the main person with the jack of all trades, everything went according to plan until his village turned on him and unleashed Z's, That's what he gets for killing innocent people and being so damn corrupted, If anything, Liyah wanted to mercy him.
Liyah connected the engine cable to the ignition cable, causing the car to crank. "Z 12 o'clock." Antonio said swapping places with Aaliyah as she whipped her machete out of her stash, slicing the Z's head clean off as she noticed three more Z's walking towards the car. "We gotta dip! Z's dipping in around 6:30." Aaliyah shouted as she ran towards the car and Antonio sped off down Lapeer Road.
"So you fuckin' tellin' me that this was a bust and they stupid asses cost us a mothafuckin' main point?!" Antonio shouted looking in the rear-view mirror, repeatedly tapping the steering wheel as he made a sharp left turn towards the farmer's market. "Dude, you think I ain't fuckin' pissed as well?" Aaliyah spat out, letting her attitude getting the best of her. "My nigga at this point, Patrick was bound to get killed by his people he fucked over. But not having a fucking backup plan after this dumb ass revenge? Cmon, you gotta admit it was bound to happen if not now later on down the road." Aaliyah explained easing Antonio's nerves down a little.
The thing with Antonio is he is determined to get what needs to be done done, He doesn't like being fucked over something so simple nor did he like others getting in his way was getting something done. "That's the least of my worries now, Ghost is." Antonio sighed as he pulled into the Farmers Market parking lot. Hopping out of the car and walking towards the door, Johnathan spun Aaliyah around to where she was now facing him, Holding up two fingers, Antonio nodded and walked inside. "We need to talk now Reina." Johnathan said, pulling them to the side. "We can speak of this-"
"Bastante Reina!" Johnathan interrupted Aaliyah, "You can't keep putting important shit to the side, You can do it to Marcus, you can do it to Kise, But not yo gotdamn brother bien?" Johnathan said feeling a ton of weight lift off his shoulders. "Fine. Let's just go inside, I got a bad feeling." Aaliyah said as she walking into the market. Whipping the gun out of their holsters, Aaliyah and Johnathan pointed their gun at the unknown woman holding Antonio at gunpoint. "¿Ver? ¡Ésta es la gente de la cual hablaba!" Antonio shouted at the lady as she examined them up and down. "She's no threat," Aaliyah sighed. "She must've ran in here for shelter. Venimos en Paz, Habla Inglés?" Aaliyah reassured, putting her gun back in her holster signaling Johnathan to do the same.
"A l-l-little, S-s-sorry." The lady softly spoke as she let go of Antonio. "Family," The lady pointed outside. "Come here, with me. You see?" The lady looked at them with teary eyes, trying to not think the worse. "We didn't see anyone out there, we are deeply sorry." Johnathan said before clasping his hands together before walking towards the woman with a handout. "Walk with us?" Johnathan asked politely.
The woman and the others walked towards the door where the truck was parked sideways. "Truck is safe, okay?" Liyah said, gaining her trust with the lady. Signaling her to hop in the front seat, she followed the command while her bare feet slapped the parking lot pavement. She hopped inside the truck rubbing her small dirty feet. Aaliyah took his Addidas off and gently put her feet. "Cómo te llamas?" Aaliyah questioned as she struggles to put her shoe on the other foot. "No need for Spanish still. It's Rosalita." Rosalita giggled as her R rolled off her tongue so effortlessly, making Antonio fall more in love with her than before. All of them hopped into the car and sped off.
Slicing a head off of a walker, Aaliyah led the group into the apartment complex. "Liyah!" Ghost shouted before using two fingers to do a come here motion. "We'll take her to his apartment." Johnathan announced, following the two before Aaliyah step foot into the front building to see a rugged up man and two little girls that were assumed his daughters. "Snuck in?" Aaliyah questioned with a brow furrowed, with a nod in return she sighed. Its getting wilder in the wild wild west, she wouldn't blame them for seeking shelter to not get in the middle of it. She squat down to the girls and examined them even more to see there hazel brown eyes watering. Gathering up the confidence, she began to ask questions.
✨15 Mins Later✨
After a series of questions and check ups, they decided to split them up into quarantine. It was better for them to be separated during this time. After a repeat of what happened last time, it was better for everyone.
Walking into her apartment she jumped and dropped her keys. "Why the fuck are you in my house!"
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Merry Chrysler and Happy Late New Years errbody!
Yes this is split up into two but im sorry for the cliffhanger. Kill me later.How will things go now that Patrick has been merced?
Is this lady they picked up safe to keep?
How will this go with the sneaker?
What is so important that Johnathan needs to talk to her now?
Find out in the next Distraction Special: DreamLand
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