Flung Out of Space
Lexark Fanfiction
Chapter 1 : Lipgloss and Black
It's been months since the end of the world. I'm lucky, I still have my family.
Today is the day we go on a supply run, something we do as seldomly as possible. The world is still dangerous and we can make due with little. We are no longer home but we seem to be doing well where we are. Mom, Travis, Chris and I go on the runs and my brother Nick stays at our safe place to make sure that no one finds it empty of us. Us? We try and carry as much as we can when we are out. Thank god for backpacks, right?
The street we are on is empty, it's eerie. I'm still not used to the silence, I guess. Cities are meant to be loud and bustling with people. How strange it is to be alone in this once full world. We find a small shop that hasn't been broken into yet, the silence is gone once Travis busts the front window out. Quickly we are climbing through the window and the three of my companions start filling their bags with supplies. One for food, another with general supplies, the third with as much medical stuff that can be found. Myself? I'm playing lookout-well, when I'm not putting candy and music in my bag.
It wasn't very long after we got there that I heard a crash. I shouldn't have been so careless. Four walkers have found us and are climbing through the window, fingers being cut off, dead blood pouring through the sill.
Have I told you about my luck? Turns out it isn't as bad as I would typically think.
A motorcycle comes from nowhere, the engine loud. I don't know how I heard it but they told me to move- and I did. Loud sounds come from outside and I realize, they're unloading a shotgun on the walkers and wouldn't you know, their aim is impeccable. No sooner had they started shooting were the walkers dead.
My family heard the commotion and came back to the front of the store where our mystery shooter was parking and dismounting their motorcycle. I don't know how I didn't notice she was a woman until after her helmet came off. Those tight black jeans should have told me.
"You alright in there?", she called.
I couldn't find the words, my mind was still racing from the potential danger I put my family and myself in.
"Yes, we are. Who are you?" Of course, it would be Travis that would speak up.
She closed the distance to the shop quickly, leaping through the window flawlessly.
"I'm Elyza. Elyza Lex."
Her eyes never left me. I couldn't breathe, let alone speak.
"What's your name, buttercup?"
I snapped out of my own thoughts, why was everyone staring at me?
"What?" I asked, Travis's eyes searching me.
"I asked what your name is." she said with the same amused tone, this time much closer to me.
"Alicia.. Clark."
"Cute name.. Alicia."
She strides past me and stands in front of Travis. What a strange girl, she is.
"It's nice to meet you. I haven't any people and it looks like I could be helpful to you and yours, if you'd want me." Her accent is strong and I can't place it.
Travis looks surprised, as does Mom. Chris doesn't seem much to care and I don't know to breathe so I don't know how I would be of use in this decision. Mom is the first to speak.
"We don't have much-"
"I don't need anything except the company and a place to stay."
Mom contemplates for a moment before nodding, "You're welcome to join us. But I warn you, if you betray us the walkers will be the least of your worries."
"Sounds fair."
Finally, I'm out of my stupor and we are leaving the shop. Elyza walks along side us, with her motorcycle on her other. No one is speaking but I know we are all thinking the same thing. Is this a bad idea?
Her black leather jacket has seen better days, however, the lollipop in her mouth is new. She must have been on her own a while, she's got a shotgun slung to her back and knives on her thighs. I can't imaging what's in the saddlebags on her bike. I must've been staring because the next thing I know, she's staring at me with a smirk on her face. Her smugness is unsettling.
"So, buttercup. Where you been all my life?" she asks, with a hint of laughter in her voice.
We have fallen behind the others but we are still at a steady pace. The streets are much less terrifying with our new friend, I don't know why that is, though.
"You don't talk much, huh? Shame, I'm sure you're voice is one of the heavens." She winks and looks ahead.
"I don't talk to strangers, if that's what you mean." I say this quietly. I don't want to attract the attention of the others.
"We aren't strangers darlin'. I know your name, you know mine. And if I recall correctly, I'm your knight in shining... leather. Well, not shining.. you get the point." The expression on her face is one of confusion for a brief moment.
"How old are you?"
She didn't seem like she could be much more older than me. It doesn't matter that I asked that because no sooner did it pass my lips did we arrive to our "home". She rolled her bike into coverage and helped carry supplies in. I stopped on the front steps and watched.
What a strange girl, she is.