An Unlikely Team
Chapter 2 Roaring Flame
The truck came to sudden halt, causing Nate to jerk awake, his entire body swung forwards "Molly, what the fuck?!" He groaned, blinking hard and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
As he slowly came round, Molly grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close, pressing her lips up against his in a sudden rush of affection. Damn... I work fast. Nate thought to himself as he leaned into the kiss. I knew she couldn't resist me.
He lifted his pale hands and caressed her cheeks, before rushing his fingers through her golden hair, holding her head firmly as their tongues tied. Molly leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Nate's hat was pushed up slightly on his head, he slowly moved his hand away from Molly's face and unzipped her jacket, which she removed herself while continuing to kiss him. Nate moved his hand down and unzipped his own trousers...
"What the fuck are you doing?" Molly questioned as Nate came round from sleeping only to realise that he was kissing thin air.
Well... That's new. Never dreamt about someone like that before. "Um.. Nothing." He replied, quickly sitting up.
Molly raised her eyebrow and stared at him oddly "You were dreaming" she stated the obvious before glancing back at the road.
"People dream. What's wrong that?" He asked, adjusting his ball cap.
"You acting pretty strangely while you were sleeping though-" her voice was cut off as realisation struck "Were you fantasying about me?" She asked, her tone deepened.
"No..." Nate responded, shifting in his seat.
Molly rolled her eyes and shook her head "I'm not fucking stupid, Nate. You were, weren't you?"
"Maybe... What does it matter?!"
"You're a psychopath" she stated.
"You're a good kisser" he replied with a quirky comeback. "You want to try that out for real sometime?" He asked, moving across the seat towards her "Maybe take it a step further"
"No." Molly growled, clutching the steering wheel.
"Come on, don't be like that"
"I said no"
"Fine, be that way" Nate said, sulking.
"You act like a love sick teenager" she told him.
"At least I don't name my weapons" he said "I mean, what kind of name is Hilda?!"
"My sister was called Hilda" Molly said quietly.
The feeling of guilt washed over him as he stared at Molly's sadden expression, remaining silent.
"Well... It's a good name really, it's nice. Or was. Or... I don't know... Sorry"
"Whatever" she muttered crossly.
"Don't be mad"
"I'm not mad, I'm-" the whole truck shook violently as it collided with a wandering zombie. The undead creature went flying over the top of the truck, blood smearing across the windscreen. Molly swerved the vehicle, smashing into a fallen log. They both jolted forwards before coming to a complete stop, the world stood still around them.
"YOU WRECKED MY TRUCK!" Nate yelled as he threw open the door and climbed out.
"Hey, mind keeping your voice down! At least we didn't get hurt"
Nate studied the surface damage at the front, examining it closely "Got hurt?! GOT HURT?! MY TRUCK IS RUINED!"
"I'm sorry, ok?!"
"This is why we never let women drive. They fuck things up every time!"
"Hey! That's sexist!" Molly yelled angrily.
"Oh yeah?! What you going to do about it?! We are fucked if I can't get this thing running! And even if I can it's going to be one hell of a job!"
"We'll fix it, alright? We'll sort this out"
"Yeah, sure. What do you know about mechanics?!"
"Not much, but I can help you"
"Don't bother. I'll fix it myself" Nate grumbled, lifting the crumpled bonnet to reveal the engine, a loud hiss and a puff of smoke rising. Nate coughed as his truck spluttered out black smoke, he quickly wafted away the fumes and examined the inside.
"Goddammit" he breathed, rolling up his sleeves and fiddling with some of the parts. Molly folded her arms and watched as Nate fumbled with engine when she heard a distant growling. She turned to see the geek lying on the road and it was still moving, dragging its fragile, broken legs and smearing dark blood along the ground as it crawled.
"Ah shit. At least you're not fucking dead" Nate growled, he had noticed the not quite dead zombie as well. "You mind making yourself useful and killing that thing?"
"I'm on it" Molly replied simply, walking up the small slope. Nate watched her go, his eyes slowly drawn to her rear. If only my dream could have been true, I was gonna get laid! Why couldn't I have stayed asleep, we were getting to the best bit!
Molly approached the geek and watched as it began to claw at the air, hungrily reaching out towards her. She slowly raised her boot and stamped on its head, the skull cracked, it's brain exposed.
"Well that was easy" Nate commented as she returned. "I like a women who can handle herself well"
"Your sexual references are uncanny" Molly replied. "How's the truck looking?" She asked.
"It won't work. The engines too far damaged and the fuel tank is cracked and leaking. It can't be fixed"
"Oh..." Molly said, her voice trailed off. "What do we do now?" She asked.
"I have loads of shit in the back, we gather up as much as we can and then we find somewhere to settle for a while. There's a gas station not too far back, most of it's supplies have been salvaged but there are worst places to call home"
"Alright. Sounds like a plan. I'll gather up most of your 'shit' as you call it in my back pack and then we got to move" Molly said, shrugging it off and moving round to the back of the truck.
"Wait, hold on. You're sticking around?"
"I suppose so. You're not exactly let me go quietly anyway."
"Well... That's great. Good to have you on board"
Molly smiled warmly, causing a fire of burning passion to light within the pit of Nate's soul. His fantasy that he had invented in his mind came back to him as he stared at her, yearning, wanting for her to be his and his alone.
He sighed deeply, patting the bonnet of his truck before wiping his oily hands on his trouser legs and then rolling down his sleeves.
"I'm gonna miss this truck"
"It's a truck, you'll get over it"
"I suppose it's time to move on, something probably would've happened to it sooner or later. It just has a lot of memories, some good, some bad."
"You have to let go, Nate." Molly told him as he moved round to the back of the truck and stood next to her, placing his hands on it. "I know you miss your friends but they would want you to keep going, never give up on the world no matter how much shit happens" she told him comfortingly, unknowingly placing her hand on his. "You're strong, Nate."
Their fingers intertwined, they brought their faces close together, staring into each others eyes, meeting each others gaze. Molly inhaled, opening her mouth as Nate's lips almost met hers. Molly pulled away suddenly, taking her hand off his. She nervously curled her fringe back away from her eyes and held it there with a green hair clip.
Nate turned away, awkwardly glancing around at the scenery, at anything else but Molly.
"Sorry I-" Molly began.
"It's ok" Nate said.
"Things are just moving to fast, I'm-" she paused and stared at the ground sadly "Let's just go"
"Yeah... Yeah we should"
This can't go on. I can't keep doing this. She either loves- likes me or she does not. She can't stay with me forever.
No matter how much Nate's mind denied it, the burning passion, desire, within him could not be extinguished.