New Jersey was leaning against one of the trailers, having himself a cigarette. He had quit almost seven years ago, but started up last fall...he really didn't know why, they tasted stale, and his stomach and lungs still weren't used to it, but somehow that was this only excuse to walk away from people and stay in his own zone, have time to think and relax.
The camps were still buzzing, people were still up and walking around, others having early breakfasts, or just sitting on the dew covered cars and trying to pass time before dawn touched the light blue velvet sky that was slowly started to turn a light shade of purple and orange as the stars went back into hiding.
It was going to be dawn soon, and then the camps were start going again, like always and they would have to explain about the travelers, and then bury the body.
What freaked him out was, the kid wasn't that younger then him...and even when he was falling off the edge of darkness that hit before death, he wanted to made sure that little boy was going to be taken care of.
Just seeing his mashed up face sent chills down his back.
He zipped up his leather jacket, and then took another long drag of the glowing ashes that was burning further and further up.
That then reminded him of the time he got bit, how he couldn't stop the bleeding and how he thought he was fucked for sure, leaning against the wall, sweat pouring down his face as he muffled in pain and kept swearing as loud as he could, the pain in his leg couldn't stop...and how everyone told him he was going to change.
The thoughts of death made everything so clear, all those wasted years, dropping out of high school to start a band, which was in the works when this whole thing happened. Working part time at the local gas station, feeling depressed most of the time, missing his family who were out west and always feeling sorry for himself.
Now that death was brought to him, he felt sorry about everything, thinking of all the bad things he had done, and all the rare times he took time to enjoy life and be thankful he was alive.
He remembered telling himself he was only twenty-five, he hadn't done enough things, he wasn't ready to die...and he didn't.
Somehow he was spared, but why?
He hadn't taken the time to even ask himself that, he to bust trying to keep alive, and here he was...feeling as if it was all a waste.
He wished he had someone that cared about him, like that girl that Michael always talked about, Ann? Whatever her name was she sounded perfect, he could almost see her.
Now that time seemed to be all that they had left, he wanted to be loved, and if he ever did die, that someone would care and remember him...did that guy have anyone who lived him?
Sure Utopia was nice, they had slept together a total of seven times since they first met, the first time was the night they first met...she was all alone, scared to death and hysterical. He took her in, where he had been hiding, one of the many blocked off buildings and both stayed locked in a room on the second floor...the whole time Jersey looking with the window, watching them crowd around the street, passing without any purpose.
She stayed curled up in a tight ball beside him, shaking...telling him over and over that everyone was dead.
When nightfall came the whole room was in complete darkness, he took one of the small lanterns and put the setting on low and sat beside her, putting his gun down and cracking his neck.
Outside their moans were getting louder, and she kept shaking, saying that they were going to find a way in somehow.
He told her to calm down and that they were going to be okay for the night, he then looked at her and smiled as best as he could, and before he knew it they were both ripping their clothes off like madmen, and falling back on a dusty mattress that was left on the floor.
He remembered how crazy he had acted, holding her down and ripping apart what was left of her clothes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and started to nibble on the side of his shoulder.
He remembered that they had sex for most of the night, pretending that the zombies outside weren't there...that it was only time and no one else.
But when it was over, they laid beside each other and didn't put their arms around each other, she just held his hand and feel asleep.
She needed someone to protect her...so he took the job.
They were good friends as time past, but somehow he knew she could never love anyone, most of all not now.
Just a few days ago they had slept together again, this time she told him to wear something, he asked why she told him that she wasn't about to get knocked up by anyone...most of all him.
That made things uneasy, he did it...but she seemed distant the whole time as he laid on top of her in the tiny trailer and thrusted into her...he noticed half way that she was checking her watch, and then closer to the end, looked out the screen window. When he finished she pretty much pushed him off and stood up and started to dress, he just laid there and then asked what her problem was?
She turned towards him, her long blond hair going all the way down to her back and she shrugged, saying that nothing was wrong.
He then asked her something...did she love him.
She laughed and threw his boots over to him and said she was going to be over near the auto tent for the rest of the night, and just like that she was gone.
Deep down inside that broke his heart, he didn't wanna talk about it, even with Michael who had slept with Utopia only once, around last year. He wanted to deep his pain to himself.
Utopia was nothing but a street walker, she had slept with just about everyone had camp so far, and didn't even care that his heart was now broken.
He then threw his cigarette down and took a deep breath.
Dawn was coming.
He sighed and then ran his fingers through his messy short black hair and tried to tell himself that everything was going to be all right.
But just as he said that...he heard screams and gunshots.
He froze for a second, then spun around, facing the camp and saw that there was over twenty motorcycles, and about thirty large vans and trucks...men and women were jumping out of them, and they had guns.
Women and Children screamed and ran, tents and trailers were set on fire, men were being shot right in their tracks.
He stood there, his eyes wide and he blinked, thinking that he was another nightmare, that he would wake up in his bed safe and sound.
But the camp was being destroyed, little kids were laying dead in pools of blood, as women were thrown on hoods of cars and raped by large gruff men.
Bodies were everywhere in just a matter of seconds, people were running like crazy...madness.
They were under attack by one of the other gangs.
Jersey stood there and watched and people he had gotton to know, were killed, shot and stabbed...bodies burned and screaming if they were still alive.
He was about to spin around and run himself, but then he saw somehting...Utopia running from a man.
He had to think quick, but before the outcome flashed before his eyes he ran as fast as he could to save her.