Anyone remember what Maggie said about the other barns?
Also I'm retarded…I just rewatched the first episode and Rick didn't ride the horse bareback, sorry guys. I hope you don't mind the random saddle in there.
Padme being the genius that she is pointed something out, if you reviewed last chapter and want to review this one then go to Chapter 4 and review that one, since I deleted a chapter and the numbers are messed up. Should be fine for 13, and if you didn't review last chapter well then what're you waiting for, silly?
He was kissing me back, oh man was he kissing me back. I nearly gasped as I felt (and enjoyed) the tingling sensation of his cold fingers caress my cheek, giving me the green light to let my hands roam around. His other hand snaked around my waist, and I parted my lips to let his tongue run ever so lightly over my bottom lip, sending shivers down my spine.
My lips quivered as we separated to take a breath of air, and I felt myself whimper at the absence of his touch.
And that's when we both realized what we'd done.
We both stared at each other in silence, not in the cute way like earlier either, but the what-the-fuck-just-happened look. I shouldn't have done that. I really shouldn't have…
He wasn't saying anything either, which was not helping me at all. This was one of those moments where I wish I could just spontaneously combust.
"I-uhh.." I stuttered, only for him to cut me off with a smug grin, "That was nice."
Huge sigh of relief. But at the same time I was pissed at him for scaring me like that, so I gave him a playful push on his shoulder and grinned, "Asshole, you scared me."
I didn't want to ruin our moment though, so before he could give me some smart ass remark, I firmly grabbed his shirt and pulled him back into another tight lip lock.
September 11, 2010
Although I was pretty much on cloud nine, I still couldn't sleep last night. I thought my nightmares were getting better, but within the first two hours I already got one about Jane, and it didn't help that it was vivid. I was also woken up by that unbearable pain in my forearm, and so went outside to join Rick.
I could tell he wanted to sleep but he knew he had to stay awake so I suggested the both of us going to sleep together. It took a hell of a lot of convincing, but he finally gave in when I told him we could barricade the doors with the furniture inside the guest house (which was just a large wooden dresser) and reminded him that I was a light sleeper – a habit I developed from being on my own for two weeks.
He was asleep probably about half the night, I could tell, but he still got into bed with me. No sex, obviously, but there was some cuddling. Never really thought of myself as the cuddler type though…
This morning I woke up feeling pretty well rested, no nightmares and I was feeling better – probably the first day I've woken up with a smile on my face. Partly because of the absence of nightmares, but mostly with the feeling of Rick's arms around my waist and his nose buried in the crook of my neck, snoring softly. I really wanted to stretch, but I didn't have the heart to move and wake him up.
I tried to stretch my legs out a bit and then I could feel him stir behind me, so I slipped out of the bed to go eat outside. The climate wasn't too bad that morning, but it was still early so I wasn't going to get my hopes up only for it to be stomped on later. Looks like a decent enough day to leave though, I was aching to leave this empty farm.
We were having breakfast that morning together and things were a bit quiet – not exactly awkward though. He was trying to talk to me but I just wasn't feeling talkative, I was confused more than anything. Which was making me feel bad because I could tell he was a little hurt by me ignoring him, when I really wasn't doing that on purpose. It's just that I didn't know what last night was. The kissing, cuddling, everything – yeah it was nice but now what? Are we together? Or just friends? Should I even bring it up?
I fidgeted in my seat while trying to avoid eye contact. Disregard what I said, this was pretty awkward. I really liked what we had and I had to admit I was developing a small crush – wait no, I really liked him. I'd be lying to myself if I said it was just a small crush, but I didn't want to scare him away with my feelings.
He took notice of how I wasn't touching my food much and tried to speak again, with a hint of worry in his tone, "Isabelle, what's wrong?"
I could either talk about my feelings, or act completely oblivious – so I made the stupid decision of choosing the latter, "Nothing's wrong…" I crinkled my eyebrows together to think of a more appropriate response, "Well, okay, there is. But it's a little thing."
"What is it?"
"It's just last night," Before I could continue, I noticed how his body slumped in his seat a little, looking disappointed, but I continued on, "I- I just don't know what it meant. To you." Grow some balls, Isabelle! "Listen, Rick, I really like you. A lot. Yeah I know, it's been only a day or two but whatever, we've been together for the past forty eight hours and it'd be weird to not develop an attraction to you. And just, I don't know man, what does it mean?"
He blushed. Holy shit, he fucking blushed, and I could barely suppress my giggle. I felt pretty flattered, actually, and couldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face when he was trying to string a sentence together.
So he got straight to the point, "I care about you a lot, Isabelle. You know that, and you shouldn't worry about last night because I liked it as much as you did."
Before we should get more into the sappy stuff, I turned my head to hear some shuffling in the backyard of the main house. Hopefully it's just some roamer and it didn't bring any friends.
We both got up and I grabbed my hammer, as opposed to my gun, and we went out back to survey the area.
Turns out, it did bring friends.
Not just some small group either, we were dealing with a horde that were beginning to surround the camp, and if we weren't going to get moving soon, we'd be stuck here.
Rick and I raced back into the guest house to get our bags, I tried to pack everything I needed in my bag, snatched my gun to holster it, and he slung his duffle bag over his shoulder. We ran to the stable, and I absolutely dreaded the idea of having to ride the horse since I only learned (and failed) how to mount/dismount a horse. I'm so fucked.
He helped me mount the horse, I was relieved that he found a saddle amidst our rush to get our things, I was still frightened, but at least the ride would be much more comfortable. Before mounting in front of me he quickly handed me the bag of guns, it felt a little heavy and I could feel the straps digging into my shoulders, but now wasn't the time to be complaining. Once we were comfortable and I had my arms wrapped around his waist, careful of his wound though, we took off and I held on for dear life.
Trotting to Atlanta was just…depressing. Cars with shattered windows and lifeless bodies inside lining the freeways, the scent of death lingering in the air, and the overall eerie feeling of being watched made me start to sulk. I hated imagining these people's last moments…
We were nearing closer to Atlanta, and I leaned forward, wrapping my hands tighter around his stomach. I was not enjoying the feeling of the place.
"Where are we going now?" I whispered, for fear that there could be walkers in the area.
He put his hand over mine for comfort, "Maybe we can find some building to stay in," I think he could tell my eyes widened at the thought of staying in the heart of Atlanta for a night, so he quickly added, "I think there's a small evacuation around here."
I sighed in response, too tired to debate, "Alright, there's not a chance in hell we're staying here."
We passed the evacuation, abandoned and looted. There was a helicopter and it made me regret not ever thinking of becoming a avionic mechanic when presented the opportunity in the Army…but of course, I just had to say no. "I won't need that." I remember telling myself.
I squinted my eyes to read the signs ahead, we were approaching a street called 'Marietta St.' and I was hoping we'd be getting the hell out of here soon.
As soon as we passed a crashed bus, the horse darted to the side nearly knocking me off. "Fucking horse…" I swore under my breath while pulling my gun out because of the two walkers that crawled out, not much of a threat though, but I still kept my hand on my weapon. Rick noticed a tank ahead and we rode towards it to get a better look, only to find a corpse outside of it being feasted on by several crows.
When we both heard the roar of a helicopter flying above us, Rick, without warning, squeezed his calves harder against the horse to get it to trot faster to follow the helicopter. We turned the corner, only for us to be faced with at least a couple dozen walkers, which all turned their heads and hissed at us as soon as we noticed them. Fuck.
The horse was starting to freak out, and Rick managed to get it under control for us to turn around and try to leave the way we came. This didn't work at all, since the walkers we'd just encountered must've alerted the other stray ones, which were now clumped together and meeting us at the end of the street to leave. Double fuck.
With more and more walkers surrounding us, the only place that seemed safe enough was the tank next to us. I wasn't sure what to do, but this decision was made for me when I was thrown off the horse, landing on my back and losing my gun, as well as both bags.
"Rick!" I shouted as I saw the walkers pay attention to him, rather than me, and try to pull him off from the horse. I tried to crawl over to my bag and at least get a hold of my gun, but the few ones paying attention to me lunged for my legs.
He was pulled down from the horse, but fortunately the walkers went for the horses instead of him, giving me enough time to drag him to crawl with me under the tank.
Several followed us under, and I tried to keep them back by dealing blows to their face with my legs, but they were soon outnumbering us, while Rick pulled out his gun and took out the closest ones and we kept crawling closer together.
I must've been distracted by my heart beating in my ear and the moans of the undead, because one moment I'm trying to keep them back and the next I'm being yanked by my arms into the tank. He swiftly closed the hatch and we sat there to catch our breaths.
"What…" I paused to pull myself together, "What the fuck do we do now?"
"I still have my gun." He assured me and he crawled to the corpse with the military uniform to grab the radio. I stayed near the hatch, prepared for any of them to lift it and poke their head inside.
The familiar ring of a gunshot nearly burst my ear drums and I could feel my head getting dizzy. Did he just shoot the damn gun inside of a tank?
With my hands pressed over my ears, I glanced over to Rick who looked very lost and noticed the walker with a gunshot wound to their head right next to him. Of course there'd be a fucking walker in here!
I crawled over to him to slap him back to reality, "Rick! What the fuck do we do now?" I honestly didn't mean to yell at him because I wasn't angry at him, I was angry at the situation, where we were and right now we needed to devise a plan to get the hell out of here.
"Shit…" he swore under his breath and I looked to where he was looking at. The hatch on top was open, so I made my way there to stick my head out.
I stepped on the seat and leaned on my elbows to survey the vicinity and saw our bags a good three or four feet away from the tank. I lifted my head to look for any tell-tale signs of where we were, but I honestly had no clue. I would've been able to stay outside longer to see if there were any clear routes out of here, but the walkers were beginning the climb up the side, so I dropped down and locked the hatch.
I plopped down on the seat, trying to keep myself calm by taking deep breaths. I wanted to talk to Rick, but he sat with his face in his palms.
We slowly turned out heads as we heard the static of the radio break the silence, followed by some turd asking us if the tank was cozy. I snorted at the man's dark sense of humor, and dragged myself over to Rick, only for him to wrap his arms around me and wait for the man's instructions – hoping it'd be quick, but knowing at the same time that it wouldn't be easy.
"Hey…" the radio cut out, and I was about to lose it if we somehow lost communications, "Hey, you alive?"
I lunged for the radio and answered it, "Yes, we're alive! Where are you? Do you see us?"
"Yeah, I see you," he replied, "You're surrounded by walkers, that's the bad news."
I rolled my eyes, "Thanks, I'm not sure I would've figured that out on my own." Before Rick was able to snatch the radio, I kept talking, "Is there good news?"
"No." The man replied bluntly.
"Is there anything you can tell me that's useful?" I replied snidely out of my growing frustration, why radio us if you're useless?
A pregnant pause - and I wasn't sure if it was the communications or him taking his time. "My advice is…to make a run for it."
I don't think I've ever wanted to bash my head so hard than at that moment, and I felt that if I'd keep talking to this moron I'd shoot myself so I handed to radio to Rick.
"Didn't you see what they did to my horse out there? Just make a run for it?" He asked skeptically, but in a much nicer way than what I would've responded with.
I was too caught up listening for any more groans outside, and although terrible, hoping they were too busy devouring the horse – if they were that could give us enough time to actually make a run for it.
"They're too busy eating the horse, the street across from you is empty so if you made a run for it you can make it. Do you have any weapons?" I heard the man say, and didn't pay attention to the rest or Rick's response, instead I rushed over to the corpse to find any weapons: a hand grenade, his handgun and I plucked the foldable shovel from his uniform as well.
I handed the gun to Rick while I kept the shovel, and once we'd counted to three I opened the hatch and made my way out first, knocking the first walker out of the way with a swift strike of my shovel.
I jumped down, landing on my feet and clearing the several walkers in front of us. With Rick close behind, we ran and turned the corner, with him occasionally turning back to shoot any that were getting close.
"Just keep running, Rick!" I shouted back, and once we reached the gate I was prepared to swing again, only to be met with an Asian guy with a baseball cap throw his hands up and yell, "Not dead!"
I lowered my weapon and grabbed Rick by the arm to pull him inside the alley, all three of us running to a yellow ladder.
The guy followed first and I shoved Rick to go up after, ignoring his rebuttals for me to go first. I gripped the rungs of the ladder and kept climbing up, making sure to kick at walkers that were trying to latch at my ankles.
We finally reached the first stop in the ladder, where I was bent over trying to catch my breath. I handed my shovel to Glenn so it'd be easier for me to stay mobile and Rick did the same thing as well. I heard the two introduce themselves to each other and felt Rick pull me close.
I introduced myself to the man one I'd caught my breath, his name was Glenn and could tell he was questioning whether me and Rick were a 'thing' by the look he was giving us. Trust me Glenn, I'm dying to know the same thing.
The friendly chatter, which really consisted of Glenn calling us a dumbass, ended when we all looked down to see one walker trying to climb up. It didn't help that it was surrounded by dozens of others, growling and extending their arms towards us.
Glenn looked up at the ladder and glanced back to us, "Well, good thing is that the fall would kill us," he joked. While I appreciated the humor, I really just wanted to get the hell out of here.
Again, Glenn led the way by climbing up the ladder first, and Rick insisted that I go ahead so I did this time. We made our way to the top of a building, where we all learned a little more about Glenn and even answered why he'd helped us – for the fact that if he were stuck in our situation he'd want someone to do the same thing, which I completely agreed with.
Another damn hatch, and it was dark inside, lovely. He dropped his bag in and we both followed him inside, hoping he knew the place well.
He led us to some office building and we got to the emergency stairwell, when he pulled out his radio to contact (what I assumed) to be the other group of survivors. He told them to be ready and as soon as we got to the alleyway, there were two walkers roaming in the alleyway.
As soon as they turned their attention to us, the door across burst open and two men in some sort of sports gear came out and attacked the walkers with their wooden baseball bats, giving the three of us the opportunity to make a mad dash to the door with the other survivors.
Right when we enter and I'm about to celebrate the sight of other humans, some blonde woman shoved Rick up against a stack of boxes and pointed a gun directly in his face, "Son of a bitch! We ought to kill you, asshole!" She snapped, pressing the gun further into Rick's forehead.
The other survivors didn't try to take her down or anything, and I was not going to stand there and watch. I didn't have my foldable shovel, but I did notice a glass bottle. I snatched it up, ignoring the other survivors' pleas for the woman to put the gun down, and smashed the bottle on the metal counter nearby. Stepping closer to her, I pressed the broken bottle against her carotid artery, ready for her to make a move.
"If you shoot him," I started slowly, "I will not hesitate to jam this fucking bottle in your neck."
I can't describe kisses ha, but it works.
Padme4000: thank you for your review and thanks for reassuring she's not a mary sue, it really helps
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