Chapter 7 – Dylan
Authors note: Hi guys! So sorry about the wait (and sorry about the short chapter!), I've just been so caught up with school work I barely find the time, so anyway what do you guys think about the new series? It's going to be amazing, 'no more kids' stuff' *coughs* and thangs. Anyway, so I've started a new story, what do you guys think? It hasn't got much attention but I'm hoping that will change as I upload more and more chapters. So this is chapter 7, I'm thinking this fanfic will go on for a while and hopefully grab more fame, I just love to write to entertain, so as always try and leave a review if it isn't too much trouble, I really appreciate it and it helps me out a lot, sorry for this long note but well what you gonna do? :D
Thanks – Kayleigh c:
"What job?" Dylan frowned in the mirror and Tracy stayed silent, her eyes on the road. He began to struggle and pull at the wire bound around his wrists which only made the red marks darker; clearly he had tried to escape before.
Beth clicked the chamber of her handgun to see how much ammo she had left. One bullet. She sighed and shut it. "Got any more ammo for this thing?" She asked Tracy.
"Nope, it's best you give me the gun now Beth, you don't need it" Tracy reached over with one hand and attempted to take the gun from Beth's hands. Beth moved the gun out of her reach and frowned.
"I don't think so, what if we run into other walkers?"
"We won't" Tracy assured.
"How can you be so sure of that?" Beth questioned.
"Because where we're going…there are no walkers" Beth stayed silent for a moment before Tracy interrupted her thoughts. "Give me the gun Beth"
"No" Beth argued. "Not until you tell me where we're going, and why the hell we have a man bound in our backseat!"
"MY backseat, my backseat" Tracy sighed and shook her head disapprovingly. "You'll find out soon enough" She shrugged. "Fine, keep the gun, what do I care?" She turned the corner with almost no strain and continued to drive. Beth stared at her, then down at the peddle that Tracy's boot was latched onto, she frowned and suddenly reached over and hit the break with her left leg, the car started to skid and Tracy let out a yelp before trying to shove Beth off. "Get off Beth!" She let out a grumble as Beth had managed to slow the car to a halt; Tracy sat up straight in her chair and turned to Beth with a look of annoyance. "You're a pain in the ass Greene" She frowned and crossed her arms at Beth's look of victory.
Beth let go of the peddle and stared at Tracy with a raised eyebrow.
"What?" Tracy asked, her voice harsh.
"I want you to tell me just what the hell is going on" Tracy reached for the steering wheel but Beth grabbed her arm before she could do so. "Tell me Tracy" She stared at her with innocence.
Tracy sighed and rolled her eyes before putting down her arm and leaning back in her chair. "That guy" She gestured her thumb toward the man behind her. "That guy is the answer to all this mess"
Beth looked at Dylan, then at Tracy and let out a small chuckle. "Right OK, so what really is the deal?" She smirked at Tracy.
"Fine, I knew you wouldn't believe me, Dylan, show her the bite" She faced the road again as Dylan rolled over onto his back reluctantly and full of shock. "How do you—"
"Just show her the bite, god" She exhaled with a sigh and looked out the window.
"Lift up my shirt" Dylan said. Beth looked at him with confusion. "Lift up my shirt…" He suddenly panicked and added; "I would but your pal over there kind of tied me up" He glared at her through the wind mirror.
"She's not my 'pal'" Beth mumbled as she slowly reached over to lift up the side of his shirt. Just as she lifted it she saw the horrid, oozing, deep purple mark, the shape of teeth and some of his flesh was ripped clean off. She dropped the shirt in horror and looked at him in the eyes, which had deep purple veins noticeably covering them. "What?" Beth stammered and tilted her head in disgust. This man is going to turn… She pulled out her gun only to be dismissed quickly by Tracy.
"No" She didn't take her eyes off the road.
"It's three weeks" Dylan looked at Beth with almost pleading eyes. "Three weeks old" He frowned and struggled to move.
"That's right, and we're going to dissect you and play around with you and your blood and…" Tracy was cut off by her own laughter. "I'm kidding…" She suddenly sounded serious, but Dylan looked scared, and Beth wondered if this was all worth it.