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I own Tex, Detroit, and Roanoke.
...You guys are gonna come after me with torches and such aren't you? It's been FOREVER since I've updated and I'm SOOOO sorry! TT^TT
i've been busy with my DeviantART account and doing either random things or ABSOLUTELY nothing. I have NO excuse as to why I couldn't have posted this chapter sooner and I'm terribly sorry! Please forgive me! I'll try to have the next one up sooner and not wait a freaking generation to do so!
Thank you to all of my readers, friends and fans who've stuck it out with me all this time and don't want to particularly kill me. And I hope that some of you who haven't reviewed Separated as much as CWLO or haven't reviewed at all, review. Because it makes me feel so much better to know you guys still hold it out with me through these rough writing times.
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And excuse this filler sort of chapter, it was supposed to have a cliffhanger, from here, it gets way less filler-y and more serious and action-packed.
Enjoy.
Zombieland: Separated
Chapter 4: Stretch Out
When the gang got back together, you could've cut the tension with a knife. Wichita was giving shifty looks to Tallahassee and Tallahassee, for once, had nothing to say. No smart comments, no outbursts about Twinkies. Not a word came from the Southern's mouth. That is, until Roanoke elbowed him...hard. Tallahassee gave her a look and she glared at him until he finally broke. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Okay. Okay!" he whispered before he grabbed Columbus by the hoodie and dragged him a ways away from the others.
Tallahassee had a rough start. He kept stuttering and not finishing sentences and he finally shut up when Columbus started laughing.
"It's okay, Tallahassee. I know how hard it must be for you to apologize! I know you were being protective of Roanoke. It's not a big deal, I forgive you." Tallahassee stared at the boy for a moment before laughing himself.
"Who said I was trying to apologize?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Ha ha. You're so funny." Columbus said with sarcasm and a smile. Tallahassee playfully punched him in the arm and the two were about to walk back towards the others until a scream rang out through the air.
"What now?" Tallahassee muttered before running off with Columbus to see what was going on.
The rest of the gang were no longer by the cars, they were in a house that they decided to stake out in for the night.
"What happened?" asked Columbus, running into the living room.
"They have all of the seasons of Criminal Minds!" Roanoke squealed, holding a dvd to her chest. Little Rock pranced around the room swinging more dvds in her hands.
"I can't wait to watch them! I love this show!" The girl giggled.
Tallahassee rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to browse for the usual: Non-stale Twinkies.
Tex, curious of what Tallahassee was doing, followed him. The young bright-eyed boy watched the muscular man look through pantry after pantry, cursing quietly every time he didn't find what he was looking for.
"What are you looking for?" Tex finally asked, nervously. He still found Florida quite intimidating.
"Twinkies." Tallahassee said bluntly with a hint of malice.
"Twinkies?"
"Twinkies." Tallahasee confirmed, closing a cabinet with frustration.
"Why Twinkies?" Tex inquired, running a finger down the fridge door.
"'Cause they're his crack." Roanoke giggled, hobbling into the room. Tallahassee's face quickly changed from irritation to concern as he rushed to Roanoke's side, slinging an arm under both of hers.
"Hey! You shouldn't be on your feet!"
"I distinctly remember you giving me a hard time when you were shot. I'm just returning the favor!" Roanoke smiled brightly up at him. Tallahassee rolled his eyes.
"Still, you should be sitting down! It looks like it hurts anyway." Tallahassee griped. Roanoke poked him in the chest.
"Sure, it burns like heck, but, I'll live!" She giggled. Tallahassee slapped his forehead.
"Dumbass, if it burns then you shouldn't be on it!"
"I'm not going to be running the mile, okay? I just wanted to come and tell you that we're about to watch a movie. See if you can find some popcorn." Roanoke said before winking and walking away. Tex stared at Tallahassee for a moment, who was staring after Roanoke's retreating figure.
"You love 'er?" Tex asked. Tallahassee gave him a perplexed look before shrugging.
"Yeah. She's family. Why not?"
"I mean...you guys...together?"
"...Yeah, guess you could say that." Tallahassee miffed before rummaging through the cabinets again but for a different objective. Tex let out a chuckle and Tallahassee turned around to look at him.
"What's so funny?" he coaxed, daring the Southern boy to say something daring.
"Nothing, it's just, you seem too...'Oh look at me, I'm badass' to have a girlfriend!" Tallahassee sneered and gave a sarcastic laugh before muttering something about 'stupid kids' under his breath.
Later, the gang sat, gathered around the coffee table, playing 'Clue'
"Mrs. White, in the kitchen, with the candle stick!" said Roanoke confidently. Tallahassee laughed his ass off.
"That's what she said!" he chuckled. Roanoke rolled her eyes but burst into laughter a minute later.
"You two are so immature. Sometimes I feel like the oldest here." Wichita muttered, moving her character across the board.
"They can't help it." Columbus smirked, rolling the dice and stuffing his face with popcorn. Tallahassee glared at Columbus and was about to throw the whole bowl of popcorn at him.
"DON'T!" came everyone's voice at once.
"Tallahassee Florida! That is the last bag of popcorn! Don't waste it on Columbus' face!" yelled Detroit, taking as much popcorn as possible before Tallahasee did something drastic with it. Roanoke smiled and banged her ice cream spoon on the side of her can of Mountain Dew.
"Okay you guys, enough with the 'tard fest! Time to hold a toast! To Zombieland and our new effed up little family! I'd have never met you guys if not for the apocolypse!"
"Cheers to the apocolypse!" Everyone shouted, raising their various sodas.
"And cheers to our newest member, Tex! I hope to get to know the little tyke more!"
"Cheers!" Everyone but Tallahassee shouted merrily. Tallahassee just grunted and gave Tex a calculating look. Tex looked nervous and out of place but smiled anyway.
"Thanks." He said softly, looking around at the circle of his new family.
Roanoke's eyes fluttered open and she looked around. She couldn't see much, that was for sure. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her iPod. The digital clock on it said it was midnight. She groaned and sat up. She remembered dancing and singing and watching movies. A major sugar high meant a major crash. Roanoke looked around the living room; she had dozed off on the couch and wondered where her friends were strewn about. The shadow mound that she recognized as Little Rock was sprawled out over the armchair, a box of Nerds barely clutched in her hand. Wichita was snoring in Columbus' lap over near the fireplace, which had long-ago been doused. She looked around but couldn't make out any more figures as being her friends. She figured Tal probably fell on one of the beds in a spare bedroom and God only knew where Detroit and Tex were.
A creak of the floorboards reached Roanoke's ears and she reacted on instinct, grabbing her pistol and clicking off the saftey, aiming it down the hallway.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't shoot!" Came a worried whisper. Roanoke sighed in relief and put the safety back on.
"Tex! What are you doing!" Roanoke hissed.
"I woke up and I'm hungry!" Roanoke rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Midnight snack, huh?" Tex nodded eagerly.
"I'm going to heat up some ravioli in the oven. That okay?"
"Yeah, just don't burn the house down." Roanoke mumbled before going back to sleep. Tex smirked.
"Don't worry, I won't." he said happily, tip-toeing into the kitchen.
Twenty minutes later, Roanoke woke up to something she really didn't want to hear.
"FIRE!"
