Characters belong to their respective owners, but the story was written by Emelie
Inspired by Put the Gun Down - ZZ Ward.
Blair raised her hands slowly, alarm setting in despite her overall exhaustion, mental, emotional and physical. After everything else that had happened, the majority of their party had left not a half an hour ago and now this?
"Aubrey.. What are you doing?," she asked, her voice beginning to shake though she couldn't tell if she felt more fear or anger. Aubrey held the gun with both hands. She swallowed, fearful herself but determined.
"It can't be like this. Me and you. Someday she'll turn back for you when I need her the most. I'm not willing to die because of you." She stated it surprisingly frank though it stung her chest to admit that Amika was conflicted about them. In just the span of yesterday Amika had saved her life twice but the second time it had almost been too late. Only luck had saved her from that Hunter just in time for Amika to come to the rescue because she'd been helping Blair.
"Then if anyone should be holding the gun, it should be me," Blair replied, openly angry now. Fuck, if she was going to shoot her, she wasn't going to go down quietly. "I knew her first. She was my girlfriend."
"Like that even matters anymore," Aubrey snapped back, shifting her sticky palms around the warm handle into the position Amika had taught her. She tipped her head again to take aim once more after retorting. Blair grit her teeth, glaring at her. Her arms were already growing tired and that was also pissing her off.
"Even if it weren't for all this shit going on, you'd have tried to take her from me."
"Tried? It isn't smart to insult me when I'm aiming a gun at your head."
"Put the gun down! You're not gonna fucking shoot me. You barely shoot at the damn zombies!"
"Shut up!"
"Put it down!," Blair pressured, finally realizing why her arm was tired. She carried a lantern with an open flame and oil, old fashioned but efficient and more certain than batteries.
"Put it down or I'll set the whole damn safe-house on fire!"
"You're bluffing," Aubrey accused with a snarl. "You selfish bitch!"
"You're one to talk," Blair sneered in a more evil tone than she could even imagine coming out of her mouth. Only Aubrey could bring this out in her. That cinched it for the dark haired model. Her fear of what might happen in the future became a fear of the immediate future; between her and Blair it was kill or be killed. She screamed, shut her eyes and pulled the trigger. After the first round, she opened her eyes again and followed Blair's body to the floor as she shot bullet after bullet into her hard head.
Blair's fatal mistake was not realizing Aubrey had counted on her smashing the lantern, oil spilling, fire catching to the house. Yes, it was a safe house and yes they had only just reached it after weeks of hopping from one semi-safe space to another but this way she could get rid of all the evidence pointing to her. No one would suspect. Aubrey herself didn't count on how quickly the blaze spread. She barely made it out of the house with as much of the gear as she could manage to drag out.
The team had already been on their way back, Amika, Feo and Dev. Seeing the fire and the smoke, they ran the rest of the distance and as soon as Aubrey saw Amika, she launched herself at her. Hiding herself from the question she knew Dev or Feo would ask immediately.
"What happened?," Amika asked, alarmed but holding her.
"Where's Blair?!" It pained Aubrey to know Amika's voice was the first to ask, followed by the boys only a split second later.