Walking Dead Story-
Okay then! Based on the frankly shocking (to me) positive response I shall post chapter two! It's a bit longer since I went back and edited in an extra part so, unfortunately, this chapter length is not the norm for this story but review anyway and I'll post again!
Chapter 2-
Well this was just great, stuck with two rednecks in a traffic jam. I sighed and sat back in my seat.
"Told you we shouldn't be coming, you already know about those things, you're heading into a friggin' nest of them." I yawned. Merle glared at me but I just looked out the window.
After a while Merle got bored and started yelling at his brother, who responded just as loudly, after a while I got bored of their fighting and went outside, trying to judge how long this was going to take.
"How long was this shit wen you saw it?" Daryl asked, getting out of the truck as well.
"It was about a mile or two long when I last saw it, and that was hours ago, who knows how long it is by now." I responded, I liked the younger brother much more than the elder. He dipped his head and said nothing more to me though his brother came up and wacked him over the head and started yelling at him.
"Do you ever shut up?!" I finally burst.
"Watch it bitch or—"
"Yes, yes, we've been over this, but just cause you're big doesn't mean I'm scared of you." I said straight out and glared up at him, he glared back for the longest time until got bored and stalked away, grumbling about being hungry.
I frowned after him before sighing and looking down at my bag, ruffling through it to see if I had anything to eat without boiling something. All I came across was a bag of beef jerky and some trail mix, everything else required a fire. I jumped up and situated myself on the hood of the car, nibbling at my jerky, trying to only eat a little as I could since I didn't know how long we would be here.
The rest of the day went by with little happening, Daryl and Merle shouted at each other a lot and got in a few tussles, the people surrounding us were already glaring at the brothers and shooting me sympathetic looks, which was pissing me off. Why did I deserve sympathy just for being around people who were simply different from them?
So, just as a jab to those stupid people I tried to get closer to the brothers, striking up casual conversation with either when they weren't fighting. It was extremely difficult since Daryl was very anti-social and defensive, usually snapping at me for the simplest question while Merle didn't want to talk to me, so I tried to focus more on the younger of the two.
"What made you two decide to come to Atlanta? You seem like you could've been just fine on your own." I tried once again, the sky much darker by that point and we hadn't moved so much as an inch.
"Heard it was safest. Wha's it matter ta yeh?" he snarled.
"Nothing! It's called being polite! I'm trying to make casual conversation, geez calm your ass." I sniffed, receiving another glare from him.
"Shouldn'a picked yeh up." He shot, glaring at me.
"Then I wouldn't be stuck in this damn traffic jam." I hummed, not caring. He scoffed and slouched away from the truck, going elsewhere. I shook my head, these Dixons…
Quite a few hours later, when the moon was high I wandered around to the back of the truck, curious if I could sleep there. Merle had commandeered the truck already so all that was left was the bed. I stepped up on the tire and looked in, Daryl had made space for himself but I saw room that I could curl up in. I glanced at Daryl, judging if he was awake and noticed he was, just staring up at the stars.
"Hey." I called quietly and he jerked to the side, already glaring at me.
"Whatda yeh want?" he snarled and I pointed to the corner I thought I could stay in around the bike that was parked.
"Mind if I sleep there?" I shook his head and returned back to his previous position.
"Do whatever yeh want." I smiled thankfully and jumped into the truck, moving as few things as possible and making myself comfortable, using my saddle bags as a pillow.
"Night." I said tiredly but all I got was a grunt in return.
I woke up off and on throughout the night, terrified by those things coming to eat me before realizing it was a dream and falling back asleep. Needless to say I didn't get much sleep so I just decided to stay awake when the sun began to rise and ate a tiny breakfast and grabbing my sketchbook, sitting against one of the wheels and sketching idly, hoping we would get moving or maybe the government would come help us or something because that would be great.
It was around ten when the annoying people started to rise and be even more annoying.
I was drawing a picture of my dog who had died a few months ago when I heard the whisperings. Daryl and Merle were sitting in the back of the truck, arguing about how much food they should be eating since they basically just woke up while the people around us were glaring at them viciously.
"Those boys need to shut up! They're so damn annoying!" someone hissed and my hand stilled, focusing more on them than anyone else.
"They probably just weren't raised right. Why knows what their issue is." My eyes narrowed, that wasn't fair, if you don't know don't judge!
"Redneck trash, that's all I can say about the subject." Daryl and Merle were still shouting at each other and were completely unaware of the whispers but I didn't like it. These people may've just saved my life and just because they were loud and rude didn't make them deserving of this.
"Hey! Assholes with the whispering complex!" I called, pushing myself to my feet to glare at the small cluster, who stared at me like a deer in the headlights, even the brothers shut up to stare at me. "Yeah, they may've been swearing too loud to hear you but I sure as hell did. You have no right to judge anyone based on the way they talk and act. I saw a woman get eaten alive just yesterday and you're pissy about the fact that these two are a bit too rowdy and loud for your up-tight tastes?" I snapped and they all stepped back.
"W-Well it's just—"
"No, don't even try to defend yourself sweetheart, there's nothing you can say that can make it any better. Yeah, these two are dicks—"
"Hey!" Merle shouted.
"Don't you even think of denying it!" I shot back before turning back on the group, who looked terrified, "but at least they have the balls to say what they think right to your face instead of whispering in your little cliques behind other people's backs. That's worse than anything they'll ever do!"
I finished my rant to silence. Everyone near enough to hear me had shut up to listen and was now staring at me with open jaws. The Dixon brothers looked at me like I was some freak from another planet before Merle opened his big mouth.
"We dun need sum bitch defendin' us!" he snapped.
"Well that's too bad. I already finished my rant so now you just have to live with the fact that I just made everyone stare at me like a fish because I defended you two." I smirked and collapsed back to my spot and continuing my drawing.
xXx
"Seriously! That's the best option! We're still about twenty miles from Atlanta! We need to get people to move so we can get out of here!"
"Why're yeh talkin' like we're some big group?!" Merle demanded.
"Because I don't have a car and you do." I responded angrily.
"We're tha' far 'way?" Daryl asked, calmer than his brother.
"Yes! And who knows, if the Government hasn't showed up the city might already be overrun and then the walkers can start coming out this way!"
"Excuse me, but you seem to know a little more about this situation, I heard you talking about this traffic jam and I was just waiting for things to calm down a little bit before coming to ask you about it but…" an older man asked kindly. Daryl and Merle turned on him with equal looks of dislike and narrowed their eyes but I answered,
"Yah, I lived in Atlanta until I got attacked in my shop. I was headed away from here until these two talked me into coming back, but I still think it's a bad idea." I said seriously.
"There are more of those things in the city?" another man jogged over, he was the guy in the jeep and I saw a woman and child outside in the car with another woman and another child, the kids were playing checkers, I'm guessing the brown hared woman and the boy were the wife and child but I could be wrong.
"You attrac' too much attention bitch." Merle snarled.
"I'm just so hot no one can resist." I purred, swinging my hips and laughing before turning to the impatient man who I just noticed was dressed as a cop, "Don't give me that look, I'll get around to your question. Still, probably shouldn't have done that uh…Walking dead things! Right! There's a shit load of them in there." I said, nodding my head and crossing my arms with a scowl in the direction of the city.
"What?!" great, more people, I felt the Dixon brother's glares heat up, literally burning holes in my back. I fidgeted and sent apologetic glances at both of them, I knew better than to piss them off too far, I had already determined where the line was and I wasn't willing to cross it.
This time it was a small group of people heading towards us, but it was the young Asian boy who spoke up.
"Well I think it would be the best idea to head off on our own, find a nice secluded spot and wait until this passes over." The cop guy said.
"If it does." Daryl mumbled and a few people shot glares at him.
"See! I knew I was headed in the right direction!" I said, turning on the two with a slightly playful glare.
"Shuddup." Merle grumbled and cuffed my head. I pouted and rubbed the back of my head,
"Not nice dude, should never hit a girl."
"She's right man." That cop said, looking all tall and mighty, thinking he was saving some poor damsel in distress. I glared at him,
"Were you a part of this conversation? No? I didn't think so." I spat, I ain't no damsel! He drew back in surprise before clearing his throat and turning to the assembled crowd,
"So who's coming?" there was a murmur of agreement and the older man turned to look at us, more specifically me though,
"Are you coming?" he asked kindly. I didn't respond, letting the two guys decide, sure they were jerks but they were big strong jerks with guns, I liked my chances with them.
"Could be fun huh lil' brother?!" Merle crowed and Daryl rolled his eyes, nodding once. I glanced at them before smiling at the older man,
"Yes, I am." He nodded and hesitated, looking at the brothers behind me as they got into a little fight over who was driving worriedly,
"You can ride in the camper with me if you'd like." He offered. I shook my head,
"Nah, these boys provide me entertainment." I smirked and jogged to my side of the truck, opening the door and jumping in. I froze, both of them were giving me equal looks of confusion and I blinked,
"Oh, uh…do you want me to ride with someone else?"
"Naw, just 'prised you cided on stayin' with us." I held both my hands out,
"Big guys with weapons," I raised one hand, "Old guy." I dropped my other to illustrate a scale and smirked, "I'll take my chances here." Merle laughed from the driver's seat, and spun a sharp u-turn, following the precession of cars heading away from the city, I glanced behind us and I saw a good number of people looking after us and shaking their heads, as if mourning a loss, yah, I don't think so, it would be us mourning your sorry asses later on. I frowned and glanced out the window.
"Why are they flying helicopters towards the city?" I asked, not caring if I got an answer or not.
"Wha'?" my eyes went huge and I let out a tiny screech of terror.
"THEY'RE BOMBING MY CITY!" I howled.
"WHA?!" they both shouted and Merle slammed the breaks on. I jumped out of the car and stared out at Atlanta, horrified. The helicopters were dropping bombs on the city! I choked on a horrified squeak and jumped back into the truck curling up in the back seat, staring at nothing, horrified, all those living people, dead!
"Where do you think we're going?" I asked finally asked after a long bout of silence, Daryl jerked away from my voice and I forced a smile, waited for an answer,
"You useda live round here, where da ya think?" Merle responded. I shrugged,
"Maybe the quarry or someplace randomly in the woods, how am I supposed to know, that's why I asked." I grumbled and sat back, crossing my arms in a pout, trying not to think about the past tense in his words.
Neither of them responded and we continued to follow the group of cars, I had the feeling the Dixon brothers would have some problems with these people, they barely played well with each other, I couldn't imagine a whole group but I decided my way to repay them for indirectly taking me to safety was to defend them in any way I could.
After a few hours I started to recognize the sights,
'We're going to the quarry." I piped up.
"Great ta know." Daryl grumbled sarcastically, I pouted again,
"Fine, ignore me, still not leaving." I said, holding my hands up as the road turned to gravel and we curved through the mountains.
The sun was mid-sky by the time we pulled into a little outcrop, Daryl had fallen asleep sometime before, tired from driving all night and I was starting to nod off when Merle let out a loud whoop. I jerked awake with a small squeak of terror and Daryl snapped awake as well, cuffing his brother behind the head.
"Shuddup you sumbitch!" he snarled and I smirked, "And notta word from ya!" he continued, turning his glare on me. I laughed and held my hands up in surrender, gathering up my weapons and hopping out of the truck,
"So this is where we're staying? Haven't camped out in a few months, been meaning to but I should've needed less incentive than the apocalypse than to do so." I yawned.
"I was rite! This'll be fun!" Merle shouted and everyone shushed him, "Yall shuddup, ain't no walkers out 'ere!" I sighed and shook my head,
"And how are you so sure about that?" the cop guy asked venomously.
"Ain't no people out here, ain't no walkers." Merle sneered.
"He's got a point." I said, raising my hand, cop guy shot a glare at me and I raised my other hand in surrender, backing off,
"Fine, no one wants the Atlantian's opinion, got it."
"That's not true dear, he's just on edge, we all are." The old man said.
"Guess so old man, still, I know for a fact that no one lives out here, I camped here a few times before and no one lives around here, only thing you may find are a few hunters of campers but not this neck of the woods, they'd be down by the water." I pointed to the left.
"Old man? I'm not that old!" he gasped. I rolled my eyes, sure ignore everything else I just said and worry about what I called you.
"Your hair is white old man, you look old enough to me." I said, crossing my arms, the leather fabric tight.
I didn't like these people.
"Okay then, let's set up an area that we can stay in, we'll be needing tents, does anyone have any?" Cop man asked. I cleared my throat,
"Before I get all cozy I'd like to know who the hell you people are." I said, ignoring the pointed glare from both mothers in the group.
"That's true! Introductions!" Old guy said, clapping his hands together. "I'm Dale."
"I'm Andrea." A blonde woman said, standing by Dale,
"I'm Amy." A younger version of Andrea said.
"Name's Shane." The cop guy said.
"I'm Lori and this is Carl." The brown haired woman from before said, patting her son's head.
"I'm Jim." A tall lanky man said, he looked like a mechanic.
"My name's Glenn." The Asian kid from before said. I zoned out mostly, catching the names of T-Dog, which Merle and Daryl snickered at, Carol, Sophia and Ed, Morales, Miranda, Eliz, Louis and Jacqui, there were some others too but I stopped caring after Jacqui.
"Well what about you three?" I blinked, focusing back on the group in front of me,
"Huh? Oh, I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sammy." I said and gave a two fingered salute, the Dixon brothers, for once in their life, kept silent, glaring at the group around them. I sighed, "Are you really going to force me to introduce you to them?" I groaned, when they didn't answer I let out another sigh, "And these two jackasses are Merle and Daryl."
"Shuddup bitch!" Merle snarled and tried to cuff me again but I ducked , hiding on the other side of Daryl with a grin, only to have the younger brother cuff me.
"Ow! Dammit and here I thought you wouldn't hit me." I pouted and glared at him teasingly, he just rolled his eyes.
"Would you please stop swearing? There are children here." Lori requested venomously. I smirked and opened my mouth to list off every single curse I knew when Shane shot me and angry look,
"Don't even think about it." He growled. I laughed,
"Fine, fine, but I'm not going to stop swearing." The mothers sighed along with Shane but I just smiled, before frowning , it was getting hot, I don't think I need to wear my jacket anymore.
While the rest of the group talked I shook off my jacket, tossing it on my bag, I noticed a few eyes drawn to my left arm at once, so it was a tattoo sleeve, big deal! I crossed my arms and waited, listening half-heartedly to the decisions being made, they started putting together groups to go get tents and camping supplies while others cleared up the camp.
I was set to clearing the camp while most of the guys went out to get camping supplies but first they needed weapons.
"I'll give up my axe." I volunteered and held out the axe, "I have enough other weapons." I patted my bow. Shane nodded his thanks and soon everything was divvied up.
"Why'd ya give up yer axe idiot?!" Merle snarled.
"Because I already have a bow, a gun and a hunting knife." I listed off, "That thing was heavy and annoying." I took my hunting knife out of the side pocket of my quiver and moved it so it was easier to reach, now attached to my belt on the other side.
I felt better actually with all my weapons but still, the weight of the bow around my shoulder made me feel sad, I hadn't used my bow since the accident and I wasn't too thrilled about it now.
"Okay then, split into your groups and go check for supplies." I was surprised how quickly Shane had made himself our leader, I didn't like it really.
"Sumbitch thank he's the boss huh?" Merle grumbled before turning back to the truck and hopping in, still grumbling to himself he reached under the seat and took out a baggie full of pill bottles, opening one and popping a few, shaking his head to clear it before beaming and whooping.
"Yeuh! Let's get this party started!" I rolled my eyes and Daryl groaned,
"Move yer ass over! If yer gettin' high I'm sure as hell not lettin' you kill me!" he snarled and shoved his brother over, slamming the driver's door shut. I chuckled and shook my head, heading down to where we would apparently be setting up camp and started clearing it out.
Well this should be a fun time.