Disturb The Comfortable (Version 2)
Chapter 1: Ashes of the Innocent
The walker's body was solid one second, and in the next it was nothing but ash slowly floating to the ground. The poor creature didn't even know what hit him, so to speak.
Torrey Marie White sighed, shaking her head as she flexed her fingers. One touch, that was all it took to take a geek down cleanly and quietly. No risk of becoming infected through blood and skin contact when all of that was just dust. They'd have had to burn the bodies anyway; this way was just easier.
Monica White snapped her knife back onto her belt and shook some ash from her black pigtails. "That was fast."
"It's amazing what being able to heat your skin can do in this world. I finally have a practical use for my boiling blood." Torrey smirked ruefully as she flicked Monica's nose. The other girl scrunched up her face for a moment, making Torrey laugh.
Torrey wasn't a human, like her friend Monica was. Torrey was a demon-vampire hybrid, one of the rarest of her kind. Before the world went to Hell she'd had to rein in her powers, and could only show them to a certain few people, but now that there was no one left to act normal for she could be herself.
Monica stared out at the piles of dust that covered the road. Twenty walkers had ganged up on them, and Torrey had taken them all out with a simple touch to each one's exposed skin. It would have been impressive if Monica hadn't known the demon for so many years. "You gonna clean up your mess, or what?"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Torrey rolled her eyes at Monica's grin, and waved her hands. A gust of wind blew past Monica's shoulder, tussling her hair, and swept the ash to the side of the road. "There, your highness, the road is clear." Torrey bowed at the waist, extending one arm out as if to show her friend the way.
Monica huffed and shoved Torrey's shoulder, sending her flat on her ass on the pavement, and strolled by. "Come on, we've got to find a place to camp for the night. It'll be dark in a few hours."
Torrey got to her feet, brushing herself off as she followed Monica. "Shouldn't be too hard, with my built in GPS." Torrey tapped her forehead, causing Monica to roll her eyes. Torrey closed her eyes as they made their way down the deserted highway, searching for any abandoned buildings nearby.
"You got anything yet?" Monica raised an eyebrow at her friend.
"Yeah, looks like a farm. I think it's only about a mile or two from here. We can easily make it there before nightfall." Torrey's bright green/hazel eyes opened, a spark of excitement flashing in them. The farm was surrounded by flat grasslands, with the forest circling it beyond that. If it was uninhabited the two girls could probably stay there for quite a while, provided there were enough supplies to keep them alive.
"Ugh, more walking." Monica's shoulders slumped forward, a frown pulling her mouth down at the corners. Though Monica was about the size of a toothpick exercise was the bane of her existence.
"Do you need me to carry you, princess?" Torrey reached out her arms to the twig-like girl beside her.
"Shut up." Monica slapped Torrey's arms away, ignoring the redhead's giggles.
"Cheer up, we can probably use that ol' farmhouse for a while, if no one else is there. I bet there're some nice, soft beds we can use, too." Torrey wrapped an arm around Monica's shoulder, giving her a gentle, one-armed embrace.
Monica's face lifted a little bit at the prospect of a bed to sleep in, after so many days of sleeping in grass, or abandoned tents. Perhaps walking a little bit more wouldn't be so bad after all.
