Hello once again! It's JCPablo and this is Chapter 3 of "Lonesome Road" Hehe... Ohhh not funny... Anywho enjoy!

Chapter 3: Daughter like Dad

"Uhh…" I grabbed the icepack on my dresser, and laid it on my sweating forhead. "Ahhhh…." It slowly soothed it.

"Erin!" the loud voice of my father shot into my head. Great.

"Yeah dad?" I asked.

"Get out here! We gotta' start packin'!" a wave of spit landed on my hand… Eww…

I slowly rolled out of bed. "Why at five in the morning?" I asked putting the icepack down.

"Cause theres somethin' goin' on!" another slob of spit landed near me.

"Sure there is." I plopped back down on the bed.

His face grew red, and I stared at him "Don't talk to me like that young lady!" he grabbed my arm and flung me out of bed. I hit the doorknob and fell to the ground. Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you about my abusive dad…

"Ouch…" I lifted myself up. Tell me if you wanna' here the whole story.

"Get up! AND START PACKIN'!" he screamed in my face, and well let's just say my face got wet…

"Okay… Okay…" I grabbed my backpack, and wondered what was going on. Then I remembered yesterday at school.

-Yesterday-

"Luke just tell her that you have a crush on her!" Connor screamed it so the whole class could hear.

Luke's face grew red. "SHUT UP!"

"Sorry…" Connor slumped.

Erin walked over, and Luke became sweaty. "Have a crush on who?" she asked.

He had a crush on her, and he was the nervouest boy you ever met. "Uhhh…." He studdered but Connor answered for him.

"YOU!" Connor told Erin.

Luke's face grew as red as a tomato.

"Wow… The biggest dork of the class has a crush on me. Why am I not surprised. Haha!" Erin started laughing at Luke, and he stepped back, as every kid started laughing at him. Actually he wasn't a dork at all.

He didn't have pale skin. Didn't play videogames that much. I mean he played the occasional "Team Death Match" but for the most part he was the "Boy Next Door" your average plain guy. Well kid since he was 15.

-Back-

I felt so bad for him… I embarrassed him in front of everybody… Poor Luke… I looked down at my bag and it was full.

"GET OVER HERE!" my dad was calling me.

"Okay!" I slung the bag over my shoulder and ran to the kitchen. I know how he felt. The feeling of being dissed by everybody… It's like a big punch to the face… Not physicaly but mentally.

"COME ON!" he yelled again. I ran to the door, and my dad slapped me on the cheek making my face turn red. I guess that's why I am mean to people mostly girls, but hurting Luke It felt wrong. I guess you can blame it on my dad…

"Sorry…" I erased the thought from my mind and followed my dad out the door.

-Later-

"GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER YOU UGLY BASTARDS!" My dad tackled one of the "Zombies" down to the ground.

"DAD!" it barely missed biting him in the shoulder.

"Stay back darling!" He grabbed a piece of shrapnel from the car, and slammed it in the zombies eye. Blood and green puss shot out. And covered his face.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" a car was coming down the road, and a zombie walked infront of it making the car swurve and crashing. It hit my car, and made it fall on top of me with a loud bang… Unluckily everything faded to black.

-Fiveish-

"ANYONE! PLEASE HELP!" I screamed as the car was on top of me. Not hurting me just stuck. There was one of those zombies getting closer.

I heard a distant voice "Erin!" Luke?

I needed him… "LUKE OVER HERE!"

Sure he probably hated me. But he would save me. Right? I saw him come into sight. I burst out crying as the zombie got close.

"Don't worry I'll get you out of here." He said. The zombie was closer. It seemed like he tried to lift it with his muscle but it didn't budge. Closer.

"Kid!" I turned to the sound. An African American guy with a jail suit ran over to us.

Luke hesitated talking. I noticed I was gazing at him. "Uhhh… you from jail or something?" he asked.

"I can't explain! I'll help you with her though." He walked over, and the zombie was a few feet away!

"Okay!" Luke and him put all their muscle in and lifted the car. Just when they lifted it so I could get out the zombies were snagging at us.

"RUN!" the black guy yelled, and I noticed Luke's leg was damaged. So I helped him limp through the crashed cars. I kept my head straight and we went forward. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! I heard cries from the zombies. The jail guy must've shot them.

Then I heard him run towards us, and help me with Luke's leg.

-9: 00 PM-

As we sat around a campfire in a parking lot. I wondered if zombies would notice and get us. And if Luke would forgive me. Because if we were going to survive we'd have to put our differences aside.

"The names Lee." The jail guy or Lee broke me from my thoughts.

"And how'd you get to Atlanta?" I asked.

"I walked here." I believed him enough. I honestly didn't care either.

"Well that's an interesting story." I slowly curled up in my bag. "Good night guys." I faked sleeping.

"What's your story kid?" Lee asked Luke.

"I was driving here, and uh I crashed and my ankle broke." He studdered. He doesn't have a car. What a horrible liar.

"Well that's an interesting." Lee said. Making them both laugh. "Well I'm off to bed" I heard Lee roll over.

"Same" replied Luke. He must've fell asleep to.

I couldn't get to sleep. I had my dad on my mind. Where'd he go?

I…

Don't…

Know…

Sup homeh's. (FAIL) I'm sure you wonderin' STILL what happened at the prison, and what happend to Alex, AND where'd Erin's dad go!