Hi, guys! This is a chapter that authors usually use just to sort of recap on everthing... I guess, I really don't know, but that's what this chapter sort of does, with a bit of drama and fluff! enjoy!

Song: uh... Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson... I guess... I can't think of much else... sorry for the epic fail! lol!

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Zombieland: Cherish What's Left Over

Chapter 21: Getting On Track

"Roanoke!" Tallahassee repeated. Columbus and Wichita came into the room to find blood leaking out onto the carpet. "Roanoke!" screamed Wichita, rushing forward. "Columbus, get a med kit!" Columbus nodded and sprinted from the room. Wichita tore her shirt and pressed the fragment down on Roanoke's stab wounds. It didn't stop the blood, it just kept flowing and it drowned the fabric in deep red. "Oh my God, she's losing so much blood! What the hell happened?" asked Wichita. "That crazy Sacramento chick was in here holding me at knife-point! Roanoke came in and leapt for her, the two fought for a minute but Roanoke got stabbed twice, California ran out the window with one!" Tallahassee said, frustrated. Wichita glared at Tallahassee, she opened her mouth to say something but Columbus came in the room just then.

"I got it!" he shouted, kneeling beside Wichita. Wichita took the alcohol and poured it on the wounds after she lifted Roanoke's shirt up. She then dabbed the wound and the area around it to clean it a bit. She took a needle and thread and began to sew her up as best she could.

At one point, Wichita was almost done stitching her up but lightning struck and Wichita jumped, sending the needle deep into Roanoke's cut. Roanoke's eyes shot open and she arched her back and screamed, tears coming from the sides of her eyes. "Oh my God, Roanoke, I am so sorry! I am so sorry!" Wichita yelled. "The goal is to heal her, not to make it worse!" snapped Tallahassee. "I know what I'm doing!" shouted Wichita. "Really? Ya could've fooled me!" Tallahassee shot back. "Shut up!" Wichita hissed. "What if I don't?"

"Guys!" Columbus yelled. Wichita grumbled to herself and got back to stitching.

Tallahassee looked at Roanoke, tears were streaming down the sides of her face as she bit her lip until it bled. He could tell she wanted to writh in pain but she knew that wouldn't be a wise decision. He hesitantly grabbed her hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb. She almost immediately calmed down and she let her lip go from in between her teeth. She looked at Tallahassee from the sides of her eyes and looked at him curiously. He looked away and tried to focus on what Wichita was doing. Roanoke smiled a tiny smile and set her head back down on the floor. She drifted back to sleep to the soothing touch of her southern crush's hand.

Later, Roanoke woke up to find that her face felt sticky and stiff due to all of the tears she'd shed earlier. She looked up to find that she'd been moved to the couch in the living room. She looked to the side and saw Detroit sitting in a chair across from her, he held his head in his hands. "Detroit?" she asked. Detroit snapped his head towards her and nearly knocked the chair over when he got up to scramble to her side. "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. "Why would you care, you tried to assault me, your sister attempted to kill me-"

"I got this." came Tallahassee's voice from the doorway. "Why would you care, huh, douche-bag? You tried to friggin' assault her, yer retarded sister tried to kill her, give us a reason to trust you!" Tallahassee snapped, leaning on the back of the sofa, his upper body hovering slightly above Roanoke's, which made her a bit nervous.

Detroit hesitated for a moment and answered. "I'm sorry, I was drunk, you have to forgive me for that, and as for my sister, well... she was always pretty pshyco, a very controlling person. She always ended up getting whatever she wanted. I apologize for everything, I could've prevented this, I should've shooed you all away when I had the chance, but you all just got out of a crash at the time." he said. "I am terribly sorry, if you want, you can kill me right now, 'cause if you don't, my sister or the zombies will and I don't know which is worse. I'd rather have you all do it, it'd seem more righteous, I'd feel that something's been justified, y'know?" Detroit said, his head still hung. "No one said anything about killing you, maybe your sister, but not you." Roanoke laughed weakly and winced when her chest moved. Tallahassee motioned with his hand for her to take it easy. Roanoke took heed of it but continued talking. "Look, I can forgive you for the prior incident but I will say that I won't go so easy on your sister."

"Please don't." said Detroit. Roanoke smiled softly. "Hey, Tallahassee, could you get the others in here?" Roanoke croaked. Tallahassee nodded and went into the kitchen. He came back not a moment later with everyone else, eagerly awaiting to see how Roanoke was doing. "Guys." Roanoke mumbled, a small smile creeping across her face. Wichita raced over to the other side of the couch and hugged Roanoke softly, so not to hurt her. "How are you feeling?" asked Wichita. "Fine, for someone who just got stabbed." Roanoke said, her eyelids half-open. "Just take it easy, that's all you can do." said Wichita. "No dip." Roanoke smirked.

Roanoke changed the subject. "Um, so we have a matter to discuss." she paused for a moment. "What do we do about his sister?" she asked. Everyone thought. Finally, Detroit spoke up. "She's ruthless, she wants something from you guys, I can't say what exactly but she won't quit. She will use violence... seduction, bribes, the list goes on."

"Classic ho." Wichita mumbled. "Hate to say so but yes." said Detroit. "So everyone keep on your toes, don't go anywhere without someone else, never go alone." Detroit said seriously. "She won't hesitate, neither should you, you see her, kill her." he said coldly, avoiding eveyryone's gazes. "She's your sister! Don't you care?" asked Columbus. "Not in the least." said Detroit, as if he was used to answering the question. "So, with that said, I'm going to bed, it's been a long day." he paused on his way to his room. "And Roanoke. I'm sorry about everything." he said before dissappeared into the shadows of the hall.

"I'm going to hit the sack too." said Wichita, taking her sister's hand and leading her to their room. Columbus gave Roanoke a smile. "Hang in there, it'll get better." he said. "Tallahassee, can you take first watch? Come wake me when you want." he said. Tallahassee nodded and plopped down on the couch opposite Roanoke. He sighed and tapped his fingers on the arm of the couch. Roanoke scoffed at how restless he was. "What's so funny?" he asked her. "Nothing, it's just that I can tell your restless." she stated. Tallahassee grunted. "I hate being in one place for too long, especially since there are zombies around, they wander around and end up findin' you." he said. "Psh, I'm more worried about that Sacramento chick." she replied. "She, unlike the zombs, has a brain." Roanoke said nervously. "Yeah, see yer point there, Cabbage patch." Tallahassee muttered. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Call me Cabbage patch."

"Yer hair."

"My hair?"

"Yeah, yer hair."

"It reminds you of a cabbage?"

"Uh-huh." Roanoke blinked at this. "My hair is a bright, grass green, not a pale, weak green like cabbages." she protested. "Brocoli brain then." Tallahassee smirked. Roanoke paused. "I like Cabbage patch better." she mumbled. Tallahassee laughed. Roanoke looked up at him and smiled. She loved his laugh, his smile, but definitely his laugh, it had that southern, hoarse sort of tone to it that made her feel safe and warm. "Why not call me Roanoke?" she asked him casually. Tallahassee shrugged. "I dunno." he said. Roanoke looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "When I was going under, I heard someone calling my name, who was that?" she asked. "Er, that was Wichita." Tallahassee lied. Roanoke smirked. "Really, coulda sworn it sounded a lot like your voice." she said slyly. "Nope, 'fraid you're mistaken." Tallahassee muttered. "Really?" Roanoke asked, doubt in her voice. Tallahassee nodded. "O-kaaay, y'know, mister macho doesn't need to be macho all the time." giggled Roanoke. Tallahassee rolled his eyes and flipped her a certain finger. Roanoke stuck her tongue out at him. "That's not an offer by the way."

"I'd pass if it was." Roanoke scoffed. There was an awkward silence for a good five minutes and Roanoke wanted to occupy herself. She noticed that the journal that Wichita gave her earlier was resting on the coffee table, a pen beside it. Roanoke stretched out her arm and clawed at the glass surface, reaching for the book that was inches away from her fingertips. She scooted over a bit, not so much that it hurt, and she was closer to the book, but not close enough. She grunted and whined but no matter what she did, she couldn't reach the book.

"Need help?" came Tallahassee's gruff voice. "No." Roanoke breathed. She smiled when her middle finger touched the book, but that only scooted it further away. She snarled and threw her arms up. Some hair fell in her face and she blew it out of the way. She huffed in frustration and crossed her arms over her chest. She side-glanced at Tallahassee who seemed to be enjoying this. She sighed. "Yes." she mumbled so softly, she could barely hear it. "What was that?" asked Tallahassee, leaning forward and placing a hand behind his ear. Roanoke mumbled something about him over-reacting and mumbled again. "I said, 'yes, I need help getting my journal.'" she snapped. Tallahassee got up and handed her the pen and journal.

"Journal, eh? Write anything interesting in it yet?" he asked, flipping through it like he was about to find the National Treasure. "No, not yet, Mr. Snoopy, and when I do, it will be well-hidden so southern guys like you can't get to it." she smirked. "Good luck with that." was Florida's reply as he handed her the small book. She snatched it out of his hands and opened it to the first page. She began to write.

So here I am, huh, interesting way to start a journal, lying on the sofa, bored out of my mind. My side hurts from where I've been stabbed twice, I was almost 'assaulted' today, someone we presumed to be an ally turned right around and tried to 'assault' one of my friends. We got out of a car crash a day or two ago and I'm beat. Yep, we've been through the mill the past few days. There's me, Columbus, Wichita, Little Rock, Detroit (although I'm not sure if I can trust him or not yet) and Tallahassee. We don't go by our real names, we use places we're either from, or headed. I'm really good friends with the girls and Columbus and I are okay, we've had some moments. Detroit was the one who was drunk earlier, and tried to assault me, but hey, he was drunk. And Tallahassee... me and him are okay, we argue a lot and we don't entirely see eye-to-eye, but we do have our moments. We consider ourselves friends sometimes, and enemies at others, but I think that the main conflict, is that he doesn't quite understand me and my motives. I will tell you one thing, even though you're an inanimate object, I really like him, Wichita is the only one that knows this though so I'm dead if he gets a hold of this thing. Whatever...bye...I guess...

Roanoke closed her journal, and her eyes, and she drifted off to sleep with Tallahassee smiling to himself as he watched her rest.

Well, I hope you liked it, and I don't know how many times I have to say this, but I will take requests and suggestions!