"What the hell yew doin'?" The redneck's voice echos throughout the room. I assume he's talking to Jacqui and Andrea so I keep my eyes focused ahead. Dale continues to try and convince Andrea to go with him, not to end it this way. "SADIE-MAE! Get yo' ass up! Let's go!" He calls out to me by name.
My head swivels as he reaches me, the room slightly shaking from an explosion "I'm stayin' here" I tell him blankly, bewildered he's even next to me.
"The hell you are!" He grabs at my hand to pull me away. I jerk up, standing to get a better grip and keep them planted on the ground.
They move slightly and I raise my voice "No, let me stay. Let me die" I get out, ready to be done with all the pain I've been enduring.
"No. You ain't goin' out this way. Yew don' get to take the easy way out" he argues with me but I keep my feet grounded there. "Damn it!" He says picking me up from my legs and tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I try to fight him to put me down but he's running fast as hell out of the area. As soon as we get outside the others are yelling at us to run, to get where they are. He reaches the truck and swings open the passenger side door, tossing me in "GET DOWN!" he yells and I stay lying on the seat with my head covered in my hands. He slides in from the driver side and starts the car before getting down himself, his body half covering mine. I curse him silently, waiting for the blow. More people are yelling for someone to get down, to cover themselves. I hear someone yell out to Dale and I wonder if Andrea is with him or not. It's not too long after that that the heat from the blast runs through the air and my entire body is covered in chills. Chills of what could have been. The car shakes but soon stops and Daryl sits up. When he exhales slowly I sit up as well and glare outside at what's left of the CDC. There's nothing but debris and fire, smoke billowing through the air from the blast.
There's nothing but debris and fire, smoke billowing through the air from the blast
Everyone drives forward now, away from the scene. We drive away for a day and a half until we stop to regain ourselves and figure out our next move. I sit in the passenger seat without talking to Daryl the entire ride. Angry at the choice he made for me.
"Alright. Let's get going. Fort Benning is about 100 plus miles from here." Rick explains to the group. Everyone scatters to get into their cars.
Daryl pulls up next to me on his motorcycle "comin?" he eyes me with a scowl, his truck being left behind to save on gas.
"I'll ride with Shane" I mumble to him walking away.
"Suit yourself" he says pulling away to take the lead.
I get to the truck Shane is driving and hop inside the passenger side. He gives me a head nod and pulls up behind Rick's truck. "So, you and the redneck?" He asks me, eyeing the tied up flannel around my waist.
"Pfft. Yah right" I roll my eyes at the assumption.
He eyes me curiously, making me annoyed "so, you and Rick's wife" I spit back to make him uncomfortable under his gaze.
He shifts in the seat before responding "ain't nothing there" he shakes his head trying to believe it himself. I allow him to believe that, not saying anything more. I sit staring at the truck a head, wondering about what lies a head for me in this group. Shane brings my attention back to the car "So, if you and Daryl aren't somethin', who you pining for?" He asks making conversation.
"Pining?" I quizzically look at him.
He laughs "You're staring at their car pretty seriously.. Unless you got a thing for women or children, I'd say you have a thing for officer Rick" his own Georgian accent coming through.
"As if" I play it off.
"You're blushing" he mocks me with more laughter.
I coif in his direction, not wanting to have this conversation and reach my hand over his leg, close to his privates. He sits up abruptly at the unexpected touch and tries to keep control of the car as it swivels slightly. I move my hand to the buckle of his pants and I undo it "now, would someone pining for him go and do something like this with his best friend" I lean in, whispering in his ear before biting down on it gently.
He bites his lower lip and shakes his head no when I meet his eyes, his breath falling on my face. My hand finds it's way down his trousers and briefs. As I move my hand over him he sighs in pleasure, his head back against the head rest his eyes trying to stay on the road. "You need.." he breaths out "you need to stop" he takes a hand off the wheel and puts it against mine through his pants. "I'm going to crash into all these cars" he says regretfully. I notice a bead of sweat drip off his forehead and smile, happy to have the subject off of myself. I look forward and notice the maze of crashed and broken down cars in front of us. I go to remove my hand but he grabs it lightly "but we'll finish this later" his eyebrows raised with a smirk on his lips.
I go to remove my hand but he grabs it lightly "but we'll finish this later" his eyebrows raised with a smirk on his lips
"we'll see" I smile coyly before turning my head away and looking out the passenger side window.
Dale, Shane, Daryl & Rick try to move their vehicles through the maze but we don't get in very far. The RV hose craps out again and we all stop.
"What's going on?" I ask coming out of the truck. Shane gets out as I do but adjusts himself behind the open door.
"Just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere with no hope of-" he says but pauses once he notices Daryl looking through the cars for supplies "Okay, that was dumb." he adds.
"If you can't find a radiator hose here-" Shane says, afterwards looking at me with a wink.
Daryl comments, looking through a trunk "there's a whole bunch of stuff we can find."
T-dog jumps in "I can siphon more fuel from these cars for a start."
Carol adds "Maybe some water. Or food."
"This is a graveyard." Lori pipes up. Everyone turns to her "I don't know how I feel about this." she says, making some hesitate, including myself.
"All right, all right, here we go." Rick encourages the group to move along.
"Come on, y'all." T-dog says "Just look around, gather what you can."
I stand where I am, to nervous to go off on my own. I'm not there to long before Shane pulls my hand from behind and moves away from the group "what are you doing?" I ask as we get farther away.
He swings me around the side of a big truck "I can't get you out of my head" he huffs out before pushing me into the truck with some force, starting to suck at my neck.
"Shane, I.. I-" I try to breathe out, my head hurting from the push against the metal. Shane's hands touch my waist under my shirt and I'm breathless with the sensation. It's been forever since I've been touched by a man and I'm intoxicated from it. He grabs my waist tightly with his hands sending chills through my body and everything disappears.
He keeps his mouth on my neck and I work my hands over his belt again. His pants fall to his ankles and I follow them, putting my knees on the concrete. "Sadie" he mumbles my name with his hands through my hair as I work my mouth over his penis.
"Sophia, Carl! Get down!" A low whisper is heard through the wind and I stop what I'm doing.
"Did you hear that?" I ask him pulling away.
"Hear what? No, keep going, I'm almost there" he tries moving my head back to him.
I push back "no, stop" I argue but he keeps trying.
"Aww come on, it's nothing!" He's more forceful.
"Shh. Shh. Get down!" Another whisper is heard.
"Fuck!" Shane pushes me away from him now, and I fall on the ground as he pulls at his pants. He buttons up quickly and pulls the shotgun up off the ground, ready to cock it if he needs too. He looks around the corner of the truck and turns back to me with open eyes "under!" He mouths to me. I go to speak and ask what's going on but he just mouths "NOW!" So seriously that I listen. I put my back on the ground, already on the concrete from before and roll under the truck. Shane is next to me in an instant and 2, 4, 8, 16 plus feet are surrounding the truck. A group of dead passes by us in what feels like slow motion. I look up, chin on the ground and behind us is Carol and Lori and across from them I see 2 little feet under one truck and 2 others under another. I silently hope the group passes quickly and no one has to get hurt by any of them.