Ally let her shoulders sag beaneath the weight of the rifle and slowly swung it down to the floor, her fingers grasping it by the worn leather strap. She focused on a fly
that crawled lazily on the wall in front of her, her heart hammering in her chest. She cursed herself angrily for falling for his trap, she shifted her weight to her right leg, the tension in the room dripped like honey on a hot knife.
"Goddamn you," she mumbled through gritted teeth "i saved your stupid life you fucking cunt."
She heard him chuckle behind her, digging the gun harder into the back of her neck. She closed her eyes hard till green clouds fogged up her vision.
" Thanks princess, but i can take over from here." he rasped, smelling like dirty urinals.
She gave out a small cry as he pressed a foot to her back and kicked her roughly to the floor, the wind temporarily knocked out of her. She watched him from beneath a curtain of her hair as he reached down and scooped the rifle up from the floor, yanking the strap roughly from her fingers. Slowly she got up and skootched slowly to the wall opposite him, her back pressed against the hard wood. Wanting to melt into it, to disappear.
She watched as he rummaged in his pocket and took out a box of cigarrettes, taking out a stick with his yellow teeth and lighting it with a rusty butane lighter. She saw that he was twice her age, his glasses grimey and perched ontop of his nose crookedly, she began to loathe him with every fiber in her body.
"How old are you anyway?" He asked interrupting her thoughts, he was sitting on her cot and rummaging through her backpack. Oh yeah, shed enjoy watching him suffer.
When she didnt reply he gave out a deep throated snort and spat clear across the room, his bile spit landed theatrically by her shoe. Ally grimaced and looked away. She wouldnt be suprised if before the rise he was a computer nerd, staring fixed at a computer screen in a dark room oogling violent porn on flashy websites, the light from the monitor reflecting on his drool. Yeah that was what he was most likely. Or a mamas boy masturbating under posters of Creed and Pantera while his mom cooked spaghetti in a martha stewart kitchen. She sneered at the image. All she knew was that he was a parasite, and she thought about nothing else but the future bliss of watching him suffer.
She imagined strapping him to a tree and watching as the undead tore at his pudgy belly, pulling out his guts in strings while he cried like a girl. Yeah, she bet a whole case of bullets that he was the type to cry when he was cornered, heaving and sniveling like the bitch that he was.
"Your tougher than you look, but i bet i can make you soften up." he grinned menacingly. The nostrils in his pug nose flaring.
Ally quickly shot a disgusted look at him, the idea of this man taking advantage of her made her want to laugh, cry and puke all at the same time. He raised a pudgy hand to his mouth, wiping spit from his thick lips. Her heart stopped as his hand snaked down to his crotch and unsnapped his jeans in one quick movement.
"come here." he murmured.
Ally wrestled with her thoughts, she shot a panicked look across the room for anything sharp or heavy, a burning sensation rutted in her skull as her heart beat mercilessly in her chest. She watched him undo his zipper and she scrambled to her feet.
"Where are you going you little shit?" He cried out in suprise, aiming the rifle right at her head.
"Id rather take my chances on the streets you pig." she spat out. Anger darkened his face as he stood up suddenly, zipping himself up with one hand, the other still pointing the rifle at her. She watched him storm across the room, and she dodged a blow as he swung the rifle at her, with one move she planted the heel of her boot into his gut and heard him grunt. Struggling with the adrenaline that washed over her body, she lunged at the rifle.
A thick arm grabbed her by the scruff of her shirt and slammed her against the wall.
"Stupid mangy cunt!" he breathed in her face. Ally choked back tears as her head pounded from the impact.
Grabbing her roughly by the arm he dragged her out of the door, unhooking her granade pouch before kicking her again, and she went flying down the porch steps, he steadied the rifle at her, spit forming on the sides of his mouth. Then with a satisfied grunt he left her lying there, heading back into the house.
Ally licked the blood from her lips and slowy pushed herself up with her hands, sharp gravel and broken glass digging into her palms. The dusk was just starting to settle and she was suddenly overcome by a deep sense of dread as she watched a a breeze scatter dead leaves across the empty street before her. She felt naked and alone, and panick almost overcame her until an unexpected anger welled in her chest. She balled her fists and stepped over the charred remains of the dead, making her way down the street, there was one thing and one thing alone that overtook all thought in her mind. Revenge.