I think this is pretty much needless to say, but in my timeline, the major characters did not die when the undead crows attacked. Other unimportant people perished. AND this is just another chapter acting as a filler until I feel like tackling a particular ending I have in mind. Currently being lazy. Please bear with me. I know a lot of you's are not leaving reviews as a punishment because im putting up short chapters. The high traffic tells me all I need to know. I'm lazy, come on. Reviews inspire me, and so far, this is slowly progressing. Very slowly. *cough*
As much as I loved her nightly clandestine visits. The relative safety of the convoy is what was important to me. Thankfully, I didn't lose any friends when the crows attacked. Several people including children died, but my pillars of solidarity still stood. K-Mart, Carlos, Mikey, L.J and Betty. Of course, it hurt to lose anybody. I consider them all my extended family.
As much as this convoy means to me, I do look forward when Alice visits me at night. Its my chance to put down the title of fearless leader, and I can actually relax. Unabashedly relax into someone elses warm and deceptively strong arms. I relish those moments in the Hummer. Where, after we get done ...making love? I don't know a better way to describe what we do, anyways in the afterglow of our passionate sex, we cuddle. (laugh if you want, but sometimes a girl needs to cuddle) And I absolutely cherished those moments. And I'm always reluctant for it to end. In the following mornings, I don't ever wanna leave the safety of her arms. She hasn't exactly expressed a similar sentiment, but I know the truth. She doesn't need words to express what I already know.
You may think that is very selfish of me. And I totally understand. I know I'm sacrificing the convoys safety so I can have my dalliance with that woman. But even I need a break from the ever constant fear that maybe a horde of undead are around the next bend. Or if there is even another flock of damned crows flying in our general direction. So Alice has become my escape. We all need an escape from reality. Some prefer to drink. Some smoke mind altering drugs *cough* L.J *cough cough*.
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And it's not even the mind-blowing sex that Alice and I have. (Ok, maybe a little) Its everything about her, that has become my escape. She is ... my drug of choice, I think. My mind numbing and mind altering drug all in one swallow slash toke. And I can't ever get enough. As crazy as this will seem, but I sometimes find myself going through withdrawal, or some type shit. My hands will have a tremor, or they will just sweat constantly. And I hate having sweaty palms. But when the sun starts to set, my 'symptoms' get worse. I guess I'm becoming anxious or something. Anxious for Alice. She is addictive, remember?
You'd have to experience what im talking about, to actually understand. But guess what? You aint ever gonna get that goddamn chance. Why? You ask? Because that shit ain't happening. Shes my drug and I'm not in a mood to share. Or ever, for that matter.
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Where's my goddamn cigarettes... I need a smoke. Or get laid. Getting laid would be fun, but then I'll just need another cig, there by defeating the purpose of trying to save my precious cigarettes from their own extinction. I wonder where Alice is. She better not be too far off. I could ask around the convoy, but then they might pick up something that they definitely should not pick up on. My growing need for a certain dirty blond-haired woman who happens to kick some serious ass, and kicks ass in bed... oh, where the Hell is Alice.
Obviously, the bottom of the chapter is Claire in a downward spiral of sorts, almost drug induced... or lack there of. Could you tell or do I just suck at writing? Anyhoo, please tell me what you think so far. Should I continue or just quit while I am ahead. Feel free to be honest.