Columbus got quiet a minute before he spoke. He looked back over at me and had a little smirk on that damn mouth of his.
"How about attitude?"
Now this threw me for a loop. I know the little spit-fuck wanted to change, but I was getting used to the little bitch just the way he was. Seeing Columbus with a different attitude would be just plain weired.
"What kind of attitude do you want?"
"The i don't care kind." Ha! I really should have just said no...
"Well first off spit-fuck, the proper way to say that last sentence is, the I don't give a /fuck/ kind." He just chuckled and I knew this was going to be a long process.
"Get over the fuckin' fear of cussin'."
"Ok, I want the I don't give a /fuck/ kind." Columbus said, giving the same "fuck" tone that Talahasse just did.
"There ya go spit-fuck. Now another thing you gotta do is get a back bone. Say no to something for once in your life, don't let that bit... girl run you around like a little lap dog all the time." I almost fuckin' slipped. I knew he knew that I don't like the bitch but I still can't risk letitn' him run away.
He just looked at me with a big ole goofy ass smile at my almost slip up. All he could do was just nod in agreement. Then a thought happened.
"Unless I tell ya to do somethin' then you better do it!" There, this way he knew who was still boss.
Sadly, the girls woke up in the back seat. Little Rock came up between me and C'lumbus.
"So where are we?" She asked, rubbing her eyes. I can't lie, I have been getting attached to the kid. Her sister on the other hand... well she could go jump off a cliff. Makin' my boy do things for her all the god damn time.
"We just got to Dayton, Ohio." Columbus said, looking all the more hopeful.
"Well, can we stop and eat for a bit, I'm hungry." Now that I think about it I'm hungry too.
"Sure."
We haven't seen any zombies for a little while so I'm assuming that we should be safe for a little while longer, just while we eat. I hate eating and driving. Looking around I could only see highway. I guess this would be just as good as any other place near by. I parked the Hummer, glancing over at Columbus, his gaze out in the open field.
Pushing the door open I could feel the cold chill of the wind, fall was approaching fast. I'm not used to this damn weather, too fuckin' cold. Walking to the back I see the witch going over to Columbus, grabbing his arm, whispering in his ear. They both look over at me, giggling.
BAM! Little Rock goes down, falling to the ground, the back hatch slammed her right in the chin. Shit, wrong girl.