Chapter 3: First Sighting
A few hours passed and the news kept repeating itself for a while. Only a few things changed and none of it was much worth talking about. Everyone began just talking amongst themselves. We continuously kept a check outside whilst on cigarette breaks. If we hadn't of seen it all on the News it honestly wouldn't of hit us any change had hit at all. The sun was setting early because of the oncoming winter and it caused a beautiful show of colors from fading sunlight cascading through the surrounding trees. The atmosphere itself was of an orange hue as it was on the few special occasions during the fall months. Katie and I sat, hand in hand just watching the sky darken as the sun set over its unseen horizon. She seemed to be doing a lot better in the past hour or so, although she still had her down moments, which who could blame her? She very possibly just had the last conversation with her mom that she ever would.
"I love you." Katie said to me as she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. I turned and kissed her on the lips and said, "I love you too.". She smiled at me and said, "When are we getting married?". I smiled back, "Well hopefully soon, I just got my job at Wal-Mart and I'm saving up every bit of money I can. Granted the baby's needs come first. But still.. Hopefully soon.". "But Cameron… I told you before I don't need an expensive wedding… as long as I'm kissing you at that alter". I laughed and said "I know but I want to at least have you in the dress you deserve… plus… we can't forget about my purple tux… wouldn't be me you were marrying if I wasn't wearing SOMETHING like that.". She laughed "Very true.. You are such a dork.. You know that?". "Yep… and you love it!". She smiled at me again and turned back to the driveway and suddenly she screamed.
"What?!" I asked but didn't need to hear a response as I noticed someone walking down my driveway. They had a very strange limp to them and it wasn't until they got up close that I realized that their lips were missing, revealing their teeth in a wicked grimace. My dad burst through the front door with a .40 caliber Smith and Wesson pistol in his hand. "What happened?!" he asked and we just pointed at the shambling figure. He looked and for the second time that day he went ghost white. "Stop where you are, right fucking now or I'll blow your goddamn brains out!" he screamed. But the man just continued to limp towards us. "This is your last fuckin' warning! Step back or you're fuckin dead!". As it got closer more of its form came into view of the porch light we could see more of it's mangled appearance. "There's no way he's still alive…" I said as my dad gave his few second grace period for the guy to stop. When he didn't my dad pulled the trigger, and time began to crawl by slowly.. I could almost see the bullet exit the gun, fly through the air, and catch the thing just left of right between the eyes. "Holy shit dad!! You killed him!" I screamed as time came back to it's normal pace. Being the hard ass my dad is he just turned to me and said, "Well… He shoulda' fuckin' stopped when I asked him to now shouldn't he?". He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The first sign showing that killing the man had done any damage at all. "Nobody… and I mean nobody… not this freak… not the freaks in Charlotte riotin' over God fuckin' knows what… are gonna come in my yard and hurt my family. I'll kill a hundred of em' with my bare goddamn hands if it comes down to it." he said as he flicked ash off the end of his cigarette. For someone with no military experience of any kind, my dad was one hell of a piece of work when it comes to shit like this. I'd always heard the stories of his fighting days, and how hard he had it growing up, and when his family abandoned him and took everything he had worked so hard for all his life, I guess he resolved that no one would take from him the only thing left that mattered, hell, the thing that mattered the most to him from the start: his family.
After a few moments of silence, I busted out laughing. Katie and my dad looked at me like I was crazy, which, who can blame them? A guy who should've been dead walked into our yard and my dad just shot him cold.
"What the hell's so fuckin funny Cameron?" My dad said.
I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, "I swear to God… and I mean, don't get me wrong… that was some fucked up shit if I've ever seen any. But you just shot that guy, Clint Eastwood, Gran Turino "Get off my fuckin' lawn!" style… and I guess it just hit me strange. My apologies Mr. Dirty Harry". He gave a slight smile, flicked his cigarette and walked on inside to explain what happened to everyone. All humor suddenly leaving me upon seeing the dead man laying there I looked at Katie and said, "Um.. Lets go smoke inside.. Fuck them if they don't like it.. But I'm not too terribly fond of being outside right now.". She nodded in agreement and we walked back inside. Luckily, after hearing the news, no one said anything about us smoking in the house. We just sat down at the table and listened as the others began asking us all questions.
A/N: Again, thank you all for reading. I'd love to hear your thoughts. Next chapter should be up soon. Hell.. It may even be up in an hour… all depending on if the writing mood is still in me. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.. As you have hopefully enjoyed the others. Thanks again. Peace.