A/N: Super sorry, guys. I know I haven't updated in a while. I was super busy. I had finals, and softball playoffs, and basically everything under the sun. Also the device, I guess, that I've been writing on broke. So was pretty much finished and then, boom, it's gone. Again, really sorry.
Chapter 9
Lois
We walk. We walk and walk and walk. Chloe and the thing are behind me. They talk just as much as we walk, and that's a lot just in case you couldn't figure that out. And I don't think they're just talking, I think they're flirting. Ahhhhhhhhhh! I need soap for my brain! While I'm thinking about the newest couple (ew, that's gross, remind me to never think that again) Tess stops. She just freezes, she looks like she's looking for something. I might have to call those guys in the white outfits with the long sedation needles, if phones still worked, obviously. "Oliver, what did you do?" I question. I didn't do anything, and people don't just freeze for no reason, so that means he had to do something. "Nothing! Tess are you okay?" he turns to Tess, concerned. Tess shakes her head and has that look on your face that you get when you're trying to figure out what you ate for breakfast this morning. It's like I know I know, I just can't remember. Chloe and the twig catch up. "Whoa, what's up with her?" it asks. Chloe seems to sense the mood. "Can you give us a minute?" she asks. He shrugs and walks off.
"He's gone. Just gone," Tess explains, a little I guess. I mean obviously she could've been a little more specific. "Who's gone?" Chloe asks. Tess furrows her eyebrows. She still seems dazed, which is weird because Tess is always so 'listen to me, I know what I'm doing'. Really quickly, though, she snaps back to the commanding Tess we all know and put up with. "He was guiding me. I know Clark's close, probably a 4 mile radius, at the most. We'll split up into two groups. Lois, Chloe, and Mark will cover the west side. Oliver and I will take the east." I chuckle sarcastically, that can't happen. I can't be within a mile of him for an extended period of time. I've already considered the many ways to kill him. That was a good dream. "Yeah, no. No, no, no, no ,no," I persist.
She starts to pull me aside. The whole time I'm resisting. "No, no, no, no, no…" She rolls her eyes. "Stop," she sighs, "What are you, five?" I give her a death glare. First she sticks me with the bag of bones, and then she insults me. She knows no tact. "Look I don't completely trust Mark. I need you to keep your eye on him." She just doesn't want to be near him herself. "Why can't you do it?"
"Do you remember what happened last time we left you and Oliver alone together?"
"That was one time. And we made it out okay."
"We only left you alone one time. And you barely made it out."
"I won't make the same mistake twice."
"Lois, you did what you always do, charge into things without thinking."
"Exactly, that means I'll end up killing the twerp without thinking about the consequences."
"Maybe, but I still think Clark's had too much of an effect on you for you to do that."
"Fine."
"Thank you," she says as she smirks and walks back to the group. I hate that cocky 'I can make you do whatever I want you to' attitude. I stick my tongue out at her. She calls the thing back over and tells him the plan. He shrugs. "Works for me" I scowl at his willingness to work with me. I mean he's supposed to be annoyed by my extreme dislike of him and unending wit that mocks his unending lack of wit. Both existing solely to annoy him, but he doesn't seem to care about all the work I put into annoying him, and he's not even putting in the effort to be at least a little bit ticked about it. Can you believe this guy?
"We might as well start moving," Tess states rather than asks. Oliver and Chloe nod, and the thing shrugs, again. You know who shrugs a lot, people who have no opinions. You know who else has no opinions zombies. Oh my gosh, he's a zombie. I mumble a few fairly unfriendly things. Tess looks at me, sees my disgruntled expression, and smirks. "I'm glad we're all in agreement." The geek replies, "I don't know, Lois doesn't seem very happy about it." He's losing brain cells by the minute. Look I see them all over the place. Soon, he'll have lost so many of them he'll be in a vegetative state! Is it bad that I might enjoy that? Oh, well, he'll live, technically.
"Let's go," I grumble. So we start walking, again. I don't know how I've walked this far. I just silently thank life for not sticking me barefoot or in stilettos. I could barely walk paved city streets in those. I couldn't even think about walking in this terrain in those. I mean this is worse than the supposedly paved sidewalks of Smallville.
The whole time we walk I refuse to say a word to him. Chloe tries to start up a conversation, but the likelihood of me partaking in a conversation that the numbskull could have an input is slim. Very, very slim. Especially since conversation is optional, and for those who don't know, I'm very stubborn and proud of it. So, yeah, I won't say anything, if it's not life or death. Actually I might not say anything even then. Like I said, very stubborn.
And that's how my completely uneventful day went. That night, with ropes, we tied ourselves up into trees. This decision involved conversation, which I was not very happy about. It was very uncomfortable, both the sleeping in the trees and the conversation, but the conversation more so.
The next morning we walk begin to walk again. Hey, I just realized, if Clark's so close why can't he hear our footsteps, then look for our heartbeat. We all know he knows my heartbeat. Tess! "Chloe, you and I need to talk, now." She raises an eyebrow, and looks over at the forever puzzled dog, and nods. He walks away. Does anyone else think the air just began to smell a lot better? "Why can't Clark hear us?" I see realization dawn on her face. Wow, I just came up with an idea/thought before Chloe. Do I get an award for that? I should. She stutters and shakes her head, "I don't know. There has to be a reason, right? Why? Brainiac's good in the future. And he's from the future. There has to be a reason." I'm not so sure, personally. "Lead, he's somewhere with lead. He can't hear through it. That's it. I'm sure." But, Chloe gets me back with a solution to the problem I came up with. Does this mean I have to give the award back? "Okay, we'll keep looking." Chloe calls back to the man, no it doesn't work, boy who is still oblivious.
After a few minutes we see a warehouse. That could be made out of lead, or at least have some in it. I look at Chloe and we do that we're related so we can read each other's mind look thing, you know what I'm talking about, right? "Could your friend be in there?" the nimrod asks. I nod, still refusing to say anything to him. "Let's go," Chloe says. We walk into the huge double doors. It's a huge open room, with boxes stacked around it. I half expect Tom Cruise to walk around the corner. It's a classic super spy situation. We walk all around for a good fifteen minutes. We walk down a long hallway with a big single door at the end of it. That's exactly where the big bad guy's office is, the one with the big computers are. Chloe nods. I shake my head in disbelief. I'm definitely not opening that door. Nothing good will come out of that door. Chloe seems to be thinking the same thing because she also shakes her head, too. We both look at the newly; designated guinea pig.
"Okay," he says, shrugging. He obviously hasn't seen very many movies. I wonder what he did in his spare time, then. He obviously didn't exercise, he's a twig. He pulls open the door, and surely enough, nothing good is there. Zombies, lots and lots of zombies. "Run!" he yells. No, duh. We turn. We run like crazy. I refuse to think about what's behind me. I can't think about what'll happen if they catch up. I've seen what happens, the torn up corpses, the forever frozen horrified looks. No, stop, you can't think. Just run, keep running.
I leap behind a stack of crates, and the dolt dives in behind me. Obviously, he wasn't smart enough to find his own hiding spot. As the zombies pass us, I relax. Then I realize, where's Chloe? I whip my head around to look him in the eye and ask him this exact question. He pales looks like he does have some brain cells. But he obviously doesn't know. "Way to go, Lancelot, you lost her!"
