Introduction
Traffic. As far as the eyes could see. Traffic that's wasn't moving and didn't seem like it would move again in my opinion. This had really turned out to be the worst holiday I had ever been on. I didn't have a car; I didn't even know how to drive. But the army had directed everyone to this road, one of the main roads leaving the city. I looked down at myself, I looked completely out of place here. I wasn't dressed like everyone else. I seemed to be the only one that had put an effort in despite what was going on. it wasn't that I was trying to look my best it was more of a habit than anything else. My mother had been a pin-up girl in the 80s, I had grown up watching her apply makeup and had grown fond of her vintage dress style, so much in fact that it was now how I liked to dress. So that was why right now I was wearing a black and white polka dot swing dress with black pumps and a white bow tied in my dark hair to keep it from my face. I wasn't one for wearing foundation, but I liked to wear my eyeliner and mascara, and my lips were always red or pink. Tonight, they were red, as I walked through cars dragging my little spotty suitcase behind me, because frankly there wasn't anything else to do. People were still eyeballing me though; jeez it was like they hadn't seen a woman in a dress before. People were getting restless it wasn't hard to notice, a lot of woman where crying and the men were getting argumentative with each other.
'well baby brother' a voice drawled from my right 'would you look at that fine peace of ass' the voice added. Sighing I stopped walking and turned to face the voice. I was fed up of the snide comments about how I dressed. The man responsible for the remark was sitting, chilling on a Harley looking bike, smoking something that defiantly didn't smell like a cigarette.
'I get it' I told him 'I'm guessing you ain't seen many people dressed like this lately' I replied seriously. He looked to be in his early fifties, and by the looks of him he was trouble. The man standing beside him who he had called brother looked ten years younger at least, that was quiet and age gap. He looked to be trouble as well but maybe not as much as the older sibling.
'hell girl' the man replied 'I ain't seen anyone dressed like you in person, just on posters' he smirked, I rolled my eyes at him 'so where you from sugar tits?' he asked with a smile drawing another puff of what every he was smoking. He had a foul mouth on him, but I had heard worse, so I didn't let his choice of words get to me.
'Scotland' I replied simply.
'well, your far from home ain't ya, what you doing all the way out here?' he asked me.
'I was on holiday when the shit hit the fan' I admitted. He laughed at my choice of words and whistled.
'well hell, never expected you to swear. Thought ladies didn't curse' he smirked; I rolled my eyes again.
'never said I was a lady' I told him 'plus I'm Scottish, I like to swear' I admitted.
'I like this woman' he said to his younger brother who still hadn't said a word. 'I'm Merle Dixon and this is my baby brother Daryl, what about you honey?" he asked me. I wasn't sure if I should tell him or not, but my mother had brought me up with manners, so I told him anyway.
'my names Mercy McAdams' I told him honestly.
'I like it, its usual, suits ya' he replied. shooting made me snap my head round as a group of guys started fighting only a few feet from where I was standing. I didn't have time to move however as one of the men pushed another guy towards me knocking into me making me step back which caused me to fall over my case. I fell on my bum and looked up just in time to see Merle and Daryl pushing the men further away from us.
'hay watch where your falling jackass' Daryl said angrily as Merle punched the man back towards the others. Had they just came to my rescue? Wow guess they were nice well ok at least. I quickly pulled myself to my feel and brushed down my dress and turned to pick up my suitcase.
'ya all right darlin' Merle asked as they headed back towards me. I gave him a soft smile.
'of course, I am' I told him 'just wasn't expecting it' I added. We all looked up as helicopters flew towards the city, what was going on now? I watched to shocked to speak as they dropped bombs into the street, I could hear people screaming some sounded like they were coming from the city's whilst others were coming from woman on the highway. Surely the army would only do this if they had no other option? I could hear Merle swearing under his breath. Things had just gone from bad to worse. The infected where clearly winning. 'what happens now?' I asked the two brothers.
'we get out of here, we survive' Merle replied seriously.
