A/N Okay, this is my first LFD2 fanfiction, i hope you guys like it!
Nikki:)
The heat of the sun burned the tip of her nose, the color now pink and starting to burn. The reflective aviators she wore did little to help the sun from burning her to the core, but for some reason, her nose was the only victim. Her three other comrades were milling around her, waving the barrels of their guns around menacingly, as if they knew what power they held. They didn't know shit about guns, except how to shoot and reload. Her and her father would go down to the gun range every Saturday evening, and he would drill her countlessly on every type of gun he could afford. Granted, her father was a cop, and he would "borrow" the police offices guns now and then. She knew what was powerful and what wasn't. She slung her prized AK47 around her body, the pink strap tight around her torso. She held a fire truck red ax in her calloused palms, wringing them around the cool wood.
"Do you think there are anymore out there?" the sharp eye asked.
He was in no doubt, her least favorite. His name was Tyler, but he asked everyone to call him Ty. He held a bow and sheath of arrows around his body, he apparently favored them over guns. They wouldn't alert the other infected of his whereabouts. They were simple metal arrows, with two red feathers on the end. Ty was very stocky for 18, with big biceps, and an even nastier ego. He was defiantly a looker, she thought. With his big blue eyes and perfectly cut brown hair. But she was trying to survive, not become a cougar.
"Probably. Just don't shoot any cars, and we can make it to the safehouse." Jonathan called from behind a BMW.
Jonathan was the unspoken leader of the group, being the eldest and most mature. He was in his mid fifties, with a nasty habit of smoking cigarettes. He held the lighted tobacco in his lips, puffing out grey smoke. He had been a war veteran, and praised her when she showed him her modified gun. He had salt and pepper hair, with cool grey eyes and a stubbly, grey beard.
"Just because I shot an alarmed car once, doesn't mean I'll do it again." Grumbled Quinn.
Quinn was a beautiful girl, with beachy blonde hair and doe blue eyes. She looked around Ty's age, and defiantly popular at her high school. Her soft hands trembled on the pistol she held up, obviously never having gun abilities. She was too soft for a zombie apocalypse. She was the one to get killed off first because all the guys drooled over her, just because she had big boobs or something.
"Scar, what do you suggest we do?" Jon rasped.
"well, we need some sleep, don't we?" Scarlett mumbled, hopping off the car she used. She loved to be high up in the sky, and silently cursed herself when they went through tunnels and shit like that. Scarlett was very claustrophobic, but she never told her comrades. She didn't want to sound weak.
"The safe room will lead us into the mall, right?" Quinn asked, a smirk on her lips.
"What, excited to do a little shopping? Sorry, the malls closed." Scarlett walked by her, signaling the group to follow.
"I was just making a joke, seriously." Quinn said in her high pitched voice.
"No time for jokes, Quinn. We have to survive, not make small talk. C'mon, let's go." Jonathan said, quickly meeting Scarlett's rushed pace.
"its aight, Quinnie. Don't take her Bullshit. She's a freak." Ty said to Quinn
Scarlett passed the comment off with an eye roll, her skin tough enough to take the words of a dumbshit teenager. She had never fit in, as they called it. She was always the one on the outside, her attraction to Aerosmith and guns deemed "weird". But she didn't mind being a little weird. She had friends before the infection, good ones too. But now, they were probably dead, or infected. It would be best if they were dead.
"guys, we're gonna hafta climb." Jon said, nodding to the tanker that blocked the road.
"Can you even climb with that leg of yours?" Ty said, looking at his stiff knee.
"Son, I am not gonna take your attitude. My leg is better than its been in years." Jon snapped, throwing his cigarette butt onto the ground, stomping it.
"That's a nasty habit." Scarlett said, hoisting herself up onto the tanker.
"Well, Scarlett. Id be glad tuh die of lung cancer than green flu." He replied curtly.
Scarlett shook her head, sighing at the old mans stubbornness. He's gonna end up getting himself killed, or bitten. He'd probably be the one delivering death to himself if that ever happened. No, Scarlett couldn't think of her teammates dying. She didn't quite like Quinn, but that was one more gun shooting, even if the shooter had horrible aim.
"you guys coming?" Scarlett called from the other side of the trucker.
"hold your horses, young lady." Jon said, jumping over next.
"Young lady?" Scar scoffed.
"Yessire." John whistled, helping Quinn down.
Ty was last to climb over, falling flat on his back, the wind knocked out of his huge body.
"Karma is a bitch." Scarlett growled to Ty, holding a hand out for him. He took it with a bitter did not like Ty, at all.
"It looks like CEDA set up a camp here." Scarlett peeked behind green bushes
"yeah, well you see how that worked." Quinn snorted.
Trade make green tents blew in the wind, showing the mediocre cots and IV drips. A few infected loomed around in hazmat suits, while the rest were no doubt once patients. Ty whistled lowly, alerting the closest infected to their presence.
Scarlett cursed the lack of brain in the tank build guy, cocking the gun and resting it in the crook of her infected began to scream like banshees, hurling their bodies at the eager guns. Scarlett sighed as the butt of the gun kicked into her armpit, the bullets shattering the skulls of the infected. The loud banging of guns alerted the rest of the commons milling around, and Scarlett quickly wiped the darker than normal crimson blood off her face. The infected's blood was changed during the attack, the bacteria attaching to red blood cells and destroying the white blood cells, opening their bodies to disease. At least, that's what the radio said before it went black.
She felt the clip release as her gun went empty, the infected loomed forward. She let out a firm grunt, whacking the butt of her gun against the skull of a female. Her head cracked open, the now dead body falling against her left leg. She kicked the body off of her in disgust, throwing a new clip into her gun. Quinn ran off in front of the group, whacking her pistol to the ground as she grabbed a puny shotgun. Scarlett raised a crow black eyebrow, watching the child play around with her new toy. She used it fairly well for a new person using a gun, yet still had troubles.
"Quinn, fall back!" Jon yelled.
She turned her back to the mall, accepting the request. It was too late to yell the warning about the Honda Civic that was obviously armed with an alarm. Still, the teenager decided to jump on the hood of the car, the car rocking and letting out a earsplitting wail.
"Shit!" Scarlett screamed, hearing the wail of the infected alerted.
"What did we just tell you not to do!" Jon scolded. He pulled out his silver zippo lighter he usually used for cigarettes, and a grey pipe bomb. He flicked the length of his thumb on the flint, the flame exploding as it lit the bomb.
"sorry!" she wailed over the noise.
As soon as Jonathan saw the rushing zombies, he lobbed the bomb right into the thick of the infected. A few stragglers found the survivors, which were quickly dispatched by Scarlett's keen eye. The other zombies, however, were enticed with the red LED beeping light, beginning to punch and kick at the bomb. The ticking got thinner and quicker, and Scarlett shielded her glasses as the bomb exploded and blood splattered the asphalt and clothes.
"Jesus, I'm never going to get used to that." Ty spat, wiping his face off.
"Nobody in the right mind would." Scar agreed grudgingly.
"Search the tents for supplies. We need to stock up on medical supplies and food." Jon commanded.
They instantly split up, Scarlett walking to the only tent that wasn't occupied by a survivor. She looked at the dead body of a child on a cot, a bullet hole straight through her brain. Her eyes were bright yellow, cloudy and lifeless. She held a ratty teddy bear in her arms.
Scarlett let her lips fall into a frown, sitting at the cot next to her. Maybe her mother died here. Maybe a sister or brother. Scarlett didn't want to know. Scar ran her fingers through the body's dry brown hair, quickly knotting out the hair. This child didn't deserve to die so young. She never would feel a kiss. A hug from her boyfriend.
Scarlett got back up from the cot, finding ibuprofen pills on the table. She picked up the neon orange tablets, grabbing her health pack off of her back. She pulled open the two halves, finding the bottle of half empty pills. She dropped the pills into the bottle, screwing the cap on tightly and throwing the backpack style bag around her back.
That's when she heard the scream. It was high pitched, loud and human. It was Quinn. Scarlett clutched her ears, grabbing her AK and sprinting out of the tent. She saw the squishy tongue, her eyes following it to the body of the Smoker. Scarlett looked down the length of the gun, shooting a bullet straight through the brain of the mutilated human. He exploded into a green cloud of smoke, his tongue falling slack.
"Quinn!" Ty screamed, clutching the lifeless body of Quinn.
"Shit." Jon spat.
Scarlett sprinted out of the tent, hurdling over the Honda's hood and finding the three.
"Move." Scar commanded.
She pushed Ty off of Quinn, Jon being more accepting of the commandment. Her body was limp and lifeless, her piercing blue eyes wide open. Scar felt her neck, feeling no pulse, but a large, hard buldge.
"The smoker broke her neck." Scar finally stated.
"But, don't people live with broken necks?" Ty asked.
"Not necessarily. It snapped her windpipe, too. She's gone." Scar rasped, her throat tight as she felt her mutilated neck.
"Was she bitten?" Jon said gruffly, pulling his trucker hat off and running his hands through his hair.
Scarlet ran her fingers lightly across her skin, finding many scratch marks. But Scar inhaled with sadness as she saw the teeth marks dotted with blood on her left hand.
"yes. She's bitten." Scar said grimly.
"She's gonna turn then. Someone needs to have a gun handy." Jon matched her grim voice.
"I'll do it." Ty said, holding her right hand tightly.
"I guess we'll cover you then. Tell us when it's done." Scar said, wielding her ax.
Scar and Jon walked together to the bushes, seeing the tanker and highway stretching on. Jon patted her shoulder, which Scar shook off. She didn't even like Quinn. She wasn't sad she died.
"I don't miss her." Scar said, her lips kitting into a line.
"I didn't think ya would. You are stronger than her." Jon shook off the awkwardness.
"I know that." Scar snorted.
"But she was nicer. More open. She wasn't a stubborn ass." Jon continued.
"Thanks, Jon. That's so nice." Scar narrowed her eyes, looking at him.
"but in the end, your the one that didn't die. In the end, being a bad ass bitch gets you further in a zombie apocalypse." Jon countered.
"I don't know whether to be flattered or hurt." Scarlett sighed.
"You know, ya don't show you're feelings a lot." Jon said.
"Did you just realize that, Jon? I have thick skin. And it's not going to change." Scar agreed.
They heard the gunshot, and Ty's grunt of sadness. Scar knew they liked to flirt, they were around the same age. Maybe Ty was going to ask her out after the apocalypse. If it does ever end. Scar turned around, slowly trotting to Quinn's diseased body. Ty held her pistol, the end still smoking slightly. The bullet was lodged into her brain, deep crimson flowing freely from the wound. Her eyes were bright yellow.
"I can't believe she's gone." Ty sighed.
"Well, she is. We need to take her guns and health kit." Scar said, pushing the body into its belly.
"Seriously? We're gonna take from her body?" Ty sighed.
"We need it, son. We aren't going to waist supplies for humanity" Jon said.
Scarlett took the health kit from off her back, grabbing her Molotov in the process. Her eyes shifted to Ty, giving him a curt nod before getting up. They stood there for a second longer, before heading to the safe room. The room was nothing more than a concrete staff lounge, including a large coffee machine on one of the laminate countertops. It smelled like dust and rot.
Scarlett sighed, the only good thing being a small, grey loveseat.
"I call the loveseat." She grinned triumphantly, throwing her small body onto the seat.
"Damn it, Scarlett." Jon grumbled, lowering herself onto a wooden chair.
"when are we making our way into the mall?" Ty asked, opening a can of stale sour cream and onion pringles.
"Is an hour good?" Jon asked.
"Two runs in a day? Hell yeah!" Scar exclaimed.
"You sure, Scar?" Ty said, his voice sticky with food.
"since when did you care about me?" Scarlett snapped.
"Since you became the last girl on our team." Ty said.
"Oh! So your being sexist? Tyler, I'm a better gunman then you and a hell of a lot better runner." Scarlett stood erect with madness.
"Scar, calm the hell down! That was not what he was meaning." Jon snapped.
"Whatever, I'm sleeping. Wake me up in an hour." Scar grunted, sitting back down.
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Scar drowsily woke as Jon shook her awake. The sun was higher in in the sky, around one or two. She had fell asleep with her aviators on her nose, her head now hurting from the sunglasses. She took them off, folding them on the v neck of her Nirvana cotton tee. She didn't mind this shirt being dirtied, and she was lucky she hadn't worn her praised Aerosmith concert tee. She would probably die if she got a speck of dirt on that. She ran her hands through her jet black hair, the purple bandana falling onto her lap.
"Did you guys sleep?" she asked groggily.
"Not with all your snorin." Jon snickered.
"I do not snore." Scar deadpanned.
"like a grizzly bear." Ty countered.
"let's leave. My trigger fingers gettin itchy and I might shoot you." Scar spat, wrapping the bandana firmly around her head. She liked that it mopped up her sweat.
Scarlett grabbed her prized gun, feeling the initials dug into the polished wood with a Swedish knife. S.P and J.P. Her father had initialed the gun in his army days, the gun brought back from Vietnam. She had dropped her ax when she examined Quinn, and there was a perfectly good magnum laying on the coffee table. The gun clicked empty, and she didn't shit gun bullets, much to her dismay. She rifled through the ammo pile, finding the blue colored AK clips. She grabbed a couple boxes, stuffing them into her jean's pockets. In her other pocket, she held her fathers Swiss army knife, and now clips of magnum bullets.
"I'm ready." Scarlett said, clicking a clip into the magnum.
"aight, so am I." John said, clicking the safety off his shotgun.
"ready if you are." Ty said, holding his bow in the crook of his arm.
Scarlett pulled the crowbar off the door, kicking it open with the heel of her leather boots. She had found them at a grungy looking booth in a farmers market. All that aside, she came back into reality and began to unload bullets into stray infected.
"I hate malls." Ty grumbled, shooting an arrow into a close infected, pulling the arrow out of his crushed skull.
"your an eighteen year old, and you don't like malls? What the hell is wrong with you?" Scar snorts, her flashlight whipping around as she inspected.
They were in the lower level of the mall, where mannequins were toppled over and naked. Coat hangers and clothes lay strewn around on the bloodied once white tile, most of the blood leading to the stopped escalator.
"Up the escalator." Scar pointed with her chin.
"how many escalators are we gonna climb?" Jon grunted.
"As many as we need to. We need to find safety." Ty replied from behind Scar.
They climbed up the escalator, running into an oncoming horde. Scar cocked her gun, spraying bullets into any body that came close to her. Her gun clicked empty as the horde dispersed, giving her time to rip the pink strap around her body, whipping out her replacement magnum. She waved the gun around, finding nothing.
She then heard the sobbing of none other than a witch.
"Guys, flashlights off. There's a witch around." Scar whispered.
She hated witches with a vengeance. They took her brother. They took her sister. The crying, she could handle. But the long, sword like claws clicking on the floor made her go insane. She cocked her head to the side, finding the wandering witch padding around where they needed to go.
"We have to get under that gate." Ty whispered.
"well, no shit Sherlock!" Scar whisper spat.
"Who's going to go first?" Jon asked.
"Jon, you go. Then Ty. Let me go last." Scar grunted.
Jonathan nodded in agreement, slowly walking against the walls. The witch was walking in the other direction, slowly bringing her crying into a groan. Jon took that moment to his advantage, slipping under the half closed gate and hiding behind a metal detector. He signaled with his hand for Ty to go, and his breath hitched up. Scar nodded to him in encouragement, watching him slip under the gate in the same fashion. They began to walk off, knowing she can watch her own back. She waited a good two minuted before trying to cross the witch, her gymnastics days kicking in. She was a casual gymnast on the side, and learning how to do an ariel was a good impresser.
Scarlet crouched down, slowly walking by the witch. Scar could hear the witches labored breathe, and the ragged groans that she emitted. Scar's eyes widened, and she did a sumersault, launching herself under the gate. She didn't know she would launch herself into a body, tackling him to the ground.
"what the hell?" the man breathed.
"why were you in my way?" Scarlett said back, pointing her gun warily.
"Doll, I wasn't in your way." The man smirked.
She warily sized him up, starting with the suit. White and blue, no doubt coming from somewhere he needed to dress up. Maybe a casino. Yeah, a casino was right. He had a strong jaw, with black stubble lining his face. He had thin, but masculine lips, a ski slope nose, and emerald green eyes. He held an assault rifle. Nothing special, other than the fact he was holding it wrong.
"I'm not going to bite." he said sarcastically, bringing his eyes to her face.
"I hope not. I'm Scarlett, the badass bitch your lucky to meet."She cocked an eyebrow
"Nick. Badass bitch, huh?"He winked, making her insides slosh.
"do you have teammates?" Scarlett asked.
"I got three. You?" he made a face.
"two." she replied, looking at her feet.
"There's a safe room up ahead, maybe they're close by." Nick grumbled.
"I doubt it. Probably lighting shit on fire." she stifled a laugh.
"Ahh. So they're rednecks?" He scoffed.
"Unfortunately. Jonathan and Tyler. War vet and a dumbshit teenager." Scar groans, padding up the stairs.
"we gotta dumbshit, names Ellis." he responds by pointing his gun at the group.
"He doesn't look like one." Scar said, cocking her head.
"trust me, he is." Nick popped his jaw.
"are you going to introduce me or what?" Scarlett snapped.
"Well, I didn't bring you up here just to look." he snapped back.
She sighed, placing her magnum back in its holder. She had all these people covering her back, her hands could be idle. Scarlett wondered where Jon and Ty were, considering there was a stock car being shown off. A poster of a racer holding a helmet was swaying, apparently Jimmy Gibbs Jr. Was a hero or something.
"Who'd you find now, Nicholas?" A topheavy African American asked.
"Names Scarlett. Call me Scar if you'd like." Scarlett popped her neck.
"Y'all can call me Ellis." Ellis drawled.
He had a soft, childish like face, with full pink lips spread into a dopey smile. His eyes were crinkled, and his drawl made her spine tingle. She didn't know if it was good or bad. He wore a blue truckers cap, a lot like Jon's hat.
"That's the annoying hick I was talking about." Nick said.
"now, Nick that's not nice. Oh wow, hi." A woman said while walking up the stairs. She had a pink Depache Mode band shirt on, a pair of boots, and tucked in jeans. Her face was sharp and defined, her beautiful hair pulled into a ponytail.
"Hi. Nice shirt, bands pretty cool." Scar said cooly.
"Names Rochelle. And that's Coach." Nick introduced.
"look, as much as I'd love to sit and chit chat like birds, I need to find my teammates. I lost them." Scarlett pulled her thoughts into business mode.
"do you need our help?" Ellis asked, standing up. He easily towered all the men in the room.
"Thanks for volunteering. Love your help." Scarlett winked.
"who we lookin for?" Coach asked.
"Names Jonathan and Ty. One is bout fifty, the other is 18." Scar tousled her blunt hair.
"aight! Let's do this." Ellis boomed.
"we need to split up to cover more room." Rochelle said, grabbing onto Ellis.
"I'll take Scar. You guys can go." Nick curtly nodded.
Nick and Scar quickly filed down the stairs, searching the atrium quickly. She covertly snuck looks at him, catching a glimpse of his emerald eyes, or perfect lips. He was very attractive, but kind of a douche.
"You know, your kind of a douche." Scar said, filling the pregnant sigh.
"I've heard that more than a few times." He looked back, giving her a smirk.
"and your okay with it? I can't seem to get a read on you." Scar sidestepped to walk next to him.
"I'm pretty hard to read. Years and years of poker." He said, a little cockily.
"ah, your a gambler. Now I get it!" Scar exclaimed, mentally slapping her forehead.
"get what?"
"ah, never mind." She whistled.
"what?" he exclaimed a little louder.
Scar smiled, feeling a little disappointed with herself. She's letting her emotions show, she can't look like the damsel In distress. Her father always told her to never show weakness. Weakness is emotion. She held her gun a little tighter, shaking her head slightly. She couldn't think about this new man, she had to think about surviving, about finding her comrades.
"Scar." he whispered, throwing his hand out in front of me, to stop me.
"What?" Scar snapped back
"Look, over there." he pointed with his chin.
"Is that another survivor?" Scar's eyes widened.
"She's not with you?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Hell no." Scar replied with a shake of her head.
The girl was bone thin and lithe, her hands shakily holding a machete. Her hair was soft chestnut which waved down her back, and her face was soft and Girly. Nothing like Scarlett's face. No, this girl hadn't trained all her life to be a gun toting badass.
"What should we do?" Nick whispered to her.
"Well, maybe we should go talk to her." Scar snorted.
"What happens if she's infected?" Nick asked.
"Stop asking questions and lets move." Scarlett snapped, holding her reloaded AK firmly in her hands.
Scarlett ran her hands through her hair, taking the lead. She wasn't against shooting a person, even if that meant a horrible guilt on her part. Something about this girl, woman, screamed nice. Scarlett didn't particularly care for niceness, it wasn't a trait she was born with.
"Are you bitten?" Scar gruffly asked when she approached the lady.
"Shit! Oh my god, you scared me. No, I'm immune." She ran her hands through her chestnut hair.
"Do you have anyone with you?" Nick asked, narrowing his eyes.
"No, I'm all alone. My names Dr. Weber, call me Erica." She held out a hand.
Scarlett dismissed it with her glare, while Nick warily took it. The girl had a pair of glasses perched on her frail nose, and she also wore a lab coat. Typical doctor, always flaunting their ability to save lives. Scar thought it was bullshit.
"I'm Scar. That's Nick. We have five others, two are missing. Have you seen anyone else running around here?" Scar asked, knitting her eyebrows together.
"I saw a man, he had a truckers cap on. Ranting about finding a guy named 'Ty'" she informed. Her voice was light and soothing.
"That's one of the guys I'm looking for. Did you see which way he went?" Scar asked.
"Yeah, he went to the atrium." She smiled slightly.
"Oh ok, thanks. I guess you can tag along if you'd like." Scar shot a look at Nick.
"I won't be needing to. I have other, well more important things to do. Nice meeting you two. I send my luck to your fellow survivors." She said peacefully, her shoes squeaking as she flounced away.
"I wonder what that bs was about." Nick pondered.
"I don't have time to wonder, Nick. I have to find them. There the only people I actually don't hate." Scar tightly grasped her gun as she heard the all so similar sound of a cough.
"Ive known you for all of twenty minutes and you already hate me?" Nick asked.
"I don't particularly fancy you, Nick. You're a lot like me. Stubborn, a smartass, tough skin." Scar replied curtly as she shot the smoker watching them.
"Nice eye. Where'd you learn to shoot like that?" Nick asked.
"You like asking questions, huh." Scarlett felt a smirk tug at her lips.
"Just trying to figure you out, that's all." Nick said after a silence.
"Well, your not going to get very far. I keep to myself, that's the way I like it." Scarlett replied.
Nick shook his head, Scarlett noticing the broken vein on his neck. She knew what a hickey looked like, though she never quite realized what the pleasure was about sucking people's necks until their veins broke. He also had a red mark on the collar of his suit, no doubt lipstick. He seemed like a lady's man, she thought.
"where are all the infected?" Scar grumbled to herself.
God seemed to answer her question. She heard a feminine scream as the first infected found them, alerting the massive sized horde to their presence. The infected looked at her with crazed yellow eyes, and she gasped. Her gun stalled as she noticed the golden necklace on the girls neck. It was her sister, Jane.
"Scar, what the hell are you doing!" Nick yelled, unloading his gun into the bodies.
"That's my sister." she whispered, raising her gun.
"oh, my god." He answered, over the defining gun shots.
Scarlett held the trigger of her AK, shooting her sister straight in the head, watching as her savaged body fell limp to the tile floor. She walked over to the body, stomping the skull in.
"Never really liked her, anyways." Scar's mouth fell into a line.
Nick laid a hand on her shoulder, which she shrugged off, and began to walk forward, ducking under another gated off area. Nick stood in his original position, his gun drooping as he dropped it.
"Are you coming?" Scar asked, taking the lull to change clips.
"You know, your going to have to show some emotion some time." Nick responded, looking up.
"I haven't since my father died. And trust me, it's better that way. Now c'mon, we have to find our group." Scar tried to be enthusiastic, but failed.
Nick chuckled at her failed attempt, shaking his head as he picked the gun back up. They found no evidence of life as they did a circle, finally coming back to the atrium. She gasped as she saw John and Ty talking to Coach, Rochelle and Ellis. They were alive!
"Scarlett! We thought you were dead." Ty enthused, opening his arms.
She looked at him with a bitter stare, knotting her mouth into a circle. She nodded at Jonathan.
"Why did you leave me! I could of died if I didn't find these people!" Scar yelled, pointing a finger at Ty.
"we had no choice! We knew you were strong enough to find us, which you did!" Ty yelled back.
"Had no choice? Bullshit! You just left me because you wanted me dead? Well, Ty, Quinn won't come back if I drop dead." Scarlett dropped her gun, balling her fists.
"Fuck you, Scarlett!" Ty yelled, bounding up to her and raising a hand. He brought the hand across her, slapping her hard across her left cheek.
"Hey! You don't hit a woman!" Nick grabbed Ty by his collar.
"Let's calm the hell down, we're attracting unnecessary attention." Coach pointed a leather clad hand to a few stragglers.
Scar cupped her cheek, the stinging changing into a deep burn. She felt tears brimming, but she blinked hard and they escaped. Her eyes widened, wiping them off before anyone could notice. But she saw Nick out of the corner of her eyes, and knew he saw. Shit.
"It's ok, I've been slapped around by Ty. Ill be fine." Scar said, shooing away Rochelle as she held a ice pack out.
"are you sure?"
"don't worry, I'm fine." Scar shook her head, her cheek stinging again.
"Nick, drop the poor boy." Coach said, Nick dropping him with a huff.
"We better get moving, all of dem are startin to find us." Ellis pointed with his shotgun.
"there's a perfectly good stock car here we could use tuh get out of here." Jon slapped the hood.
"Cars need gas, Jon." Scar snorted, shaking her head.
"There's gas cans spread out all around here. We can go out in teams and grab them." Nick said.
"Gerd idea, Nick. I'll go with Jonny boy here." Ellis grabbed Jon's shoulders.
"I'm going with Nick." Scar said indifferently.
"Tyler, your coming with Coach and I. I don't want you punching Scarlett for a while." Rochelle said, winking. Scar just bit her lip and turned away.
"Lets go, I guess." Nick nodded to Scar.
A/N okay how do you like the first chappy? should i go on or not? REVIEWS MY FRIENDS. Five, and ill upload the next chappy:)
Nikki.