Lonely Soul
The lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own…
Laine: recently turned 21, skinny but still slightly muscled, 5'2"
Dallas: 46 yrs old, strong, 6'0"
Laine frowned at Dallas as he drove down the highway. Dallas had wanted to stay on the main road, whereas Laine had wanted to take back roads, thinking they'd be less likely to run into any walkers. Dallas slowed the jeep down to a stop as they stared at the pile up of cars.
Dallas sensed Laine looking at him and sighed. He looked over at her. "What, girl? You gonna say 'I told ya so'?" Laine smirked and hopped out of the jeep. "Where ya goin, girl?"
Laine nodded towards the cars. "Gonna take a look at what mess you've gotten us into." She heard Dallas snort as he stepped out of the car. She continued on down the road when she heard something. She held out a hand to Dallas, who stopped in his tracks. She slowly pulled out on of the two machetes she had attached to her belt and slowly made her way towards the noise. Dallas covered her back, pulling out his hunting knife and ducking behind the nearest car. Laine crouched behind the car next to wear she heard the noise. She motioned back at Dallas, and in one swift motion, jumped out from behind the car, machete raised high. Laine stopped in her tracks.
"Laine? Girl what is it?" Dallas whispered.
Laine brought her machete down slowly. In front of her stood a little girl, no older than 13, drinking a bottle of water. Next to her was a car that had other food supplies on it, along with a note that said "Stay Here Sophia. We Will Come Back Everyday." Laine looked at girl again, narrowing her eyes.
She felt Dallas come up behind her. "Well I'll be damned. It's just a little girl." He looked at the car. "Who's Sophia?"
The girl looked between the two with wide eyes, frozen in place. "I-I am." She said quietly.
Laine looked back at Dallas. He just shrugged. "Has anyone come for ya yet?" He asked.
Sophia shook her head. "No, I've been here for 2 days, but my momma's not come yet."
Laine frowned. Dallas walked up the girl and knelt down to her level. "Well then, we aint gonna leave ya here all alone by yerself. So miss Laine and I will stay with ya til your momma comes looking for ya. What ya say?"
Sophia looked between the 2 cautiously, then nodded slowly. Dallas grinned. "Good, my name's Dallas by the way. And like I said, this is Laine." Sophia nodded, smiling shyly.
Laine nodded at the little girl, putting her machete back into her belt. "I'm gonna take a look around, do a perimeter check." She said quickly. Dallas nodded and started talking with the little girl.
Laine walked around for a while, looking in and under all the cars. After a while, she came to the conclusion that nothing was out of the ordinary. She jumped up onto the hood of the nearest car. With the hot sun beating down on her, she stripped her brown leather jacket off, using it as a pillow, and pulled her honey colored hair back into a braid. She closed her eyes and sighed. It took only a few minutes until she could feel sweat soaking into her cream tank top.
Just as Laine was finally starting to relax, she heard a slight noise coming from in front of her. Her body tensed, and she shifted, making her hands closer to the machetes at her hips. When the noise sounded like it was right on top of her, her eyes snapped open and she pulled out both machetes, leaping off the hood of the car and onto the ground quick as lightening. In front of her stood 3 men, staring at her with wide eyes, weapons drawn.. Laine glared at them, breathing hard.
"Hey girl, I think there's enough food back there to-" Dallas stopped mid stride, looking between Laine and the 3 men. Oh shit, Dallas thought. "Hey now boys, we don't mean no harm, we was just passing through." He eyed Laine warily, then looked back at the 3 men. "Now, go on and put your weapons down."
One of the men, the one with the cross bow, snorted. "We aint puttin our weapons down til this little bitch puts hers down." One of the other men, the one with curly hair and 5 o'clock shadow, gave the man with the cross bow a look.
Dallas winced, and Laine's glare turned vicious, and her mouth twisted into a hard grimace. Dallas thought of the phrase if looks could kill, then that man would surly be dead on the ground right then. He slowly walked up to Laine, standing in front of her. "Girl? Hey, its yer ol' pal Dallas. Look at me, girl. These are different men. These aint those men from before. Hey!" Dallas gave Laine a hard shake, and she finally looked away from the men and up at Dallas. "Listen to me, Laine. These aren't the same men. These men aren't gonna hurt ya, but they might if ya don't put yer knives away. Ya hear me, girl?" Laine slowly loosened up, and the 2 machetes fell from her grasp, falling onto the road, the sound ringing out into the tense silence.
The other 3 men saw someone else coming towards them, and they all looked at the little girl with wide eyes. "Sophia?" The one with the curly hair called out. Sophia smiled and ran up to the 3 men. They all smiled down at her, happy they had finally found her.
Sophia turned towards Dallas and Laine. "Dallas?"
Dallas turned towards the girl, letting go of Laine, who quickly walked away from the others, back to their jeep. Dallas looked in the direction Laine had gone and sighed, then turned back towards the little girl. Sophia looked up at Dallas. "Is she gonna be ok?" Dallas stood and ran a hand over his face. "Yea, darlin. She'll be fine."
The man with the curly hair stepped up to Dallas, holding out his hand. "Thank you for watching out for Sophia."
Dallas nodded, taking his hand. "Yer welcome…"
"Rick Grimes. And that there is Daryl Dixon and T-Dog."
Dallas nodded at the other 2 men. "What the girls' name?" Rick asked.
"Laine." They all turned to see the girl bending down to pick up her machetes and taking her jacket off the hood of the car.
"What's your damned problem, Laine?" Daryl asked.
Dallas frowned. "That's none o' yer damned business."
Laine looked at Dallas, then over at Daryl. She tucked her machetes into her belt and put her leather jacket back on. Face void of any emotion, she nodded at the men. "We best be goin' now, Dallas. They found who they were looking for, and we need to get moving before nightfall." She walked away, not bothering to see if Dallas was following her. She heard muffled talking as she climbed into the jeep, then she saw Dallas head to the jeep. The one man, T-Dog, collected the supplies they'd left for Sophia, then took off towards his group.
Dallas looked down at Laine. "Ya alright, girl?" He asked quietly. Laine nodded, not looking at him. Dallas frowned, nodding slowly. "Well then, lets git out o' here." Laine didn't say anything as Dallas started up the jeep and took off down the road.
1 hour later
Dallas huffed as Laine set up the tent. "Girl, how many times do I have t' tell ya. This stake, goes for the this side of the tent, and that stake, goes for that side of the tent."
Laine glared at Dallas and dropped the stakes. "Well then why don't you put the damn thing up? I'm gonna go hunt for some food."
Dallas frowned. "It's gettin a little dark fer that, don't ya think, girl?"
Laine shrugged. "I won't be out long." She didn't wait for a response and headed deeper into the woods. She was probably out there for a good half hour, and she hadn't found a damned thing. Sighing she leaned against a tree, closing her eyes. Flashes of that night ripped through her mind, and she winced. It had been almost a month since those men had found her, attacked her, and used her like a toy. She could still feel their greasy hands all over her. She shivered, opened her eyes and let out a little shriek.
Four walkers stood not too far from her, groaning, their arms reaching out for her. Laine stumbled away from the tree, and turned around to run, only to run face to face into another walker. She gasped and fell to the ground, scrambling back. She wanted to yell for Dallas, but she didn't want to attract more walkers. She jumped up and walked backwards away from the walkers. She went to grab one of her machetes when she tripped over a tree root and hit her head hard on something. She struggled to focus on the walkers, but her head was pounding, her vision going dark. She felt one grab at her ankle. She gasped and swung her machete blindly. She felt it connect, and prayed that it had hit the thing's head. She collapsed, and whimpered when she felt another grab at her. She tried to swing her machete, but her arm felt heavy and sluggish. She heard something behind her, and someone cursed. She heard something whistle close by head, and then everything went dark.
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