I had found the car that went with the key, it was a wagon. I shrugged, looking around. I saw that the coast is clear, I opened the trunk. I quickly started to put away my things, grabbing a granola bar. I start to eat it, I looked around again. Nothing, I bent down and looked underneath the car. I saw an unmoving body, I grabbed my machete. I am not taking another chance.
I walked towards the driver's door after shutting the trunk closed. Opening the door, I felt something grab my boots. I left up the machete and brought it down. Splat. I winced, I sat down and put the keys in it. Grabbing the machete from its head, I sat the machete down. I grabbed the thing's body and pulled it out from under the car. I gagged, why can't they smell like flowers? Or at least, a little bit less.
I looked at it, the thing had a teenage girl's body, she would have been beautiful if she was alive. I sat it down and I was reminded of my friend. My heart ached, I was sitting in the car. Looking around, I had found a wallet, opening it. I saw the thing's face, but more human. I looked at her driver license, she had gotten not ever two weeks ago. Her name was Sunny Hopewell. Looking at the thing, "I hope you peace and thank you for the car."
I pulled out of the back of the hotel. The streets were starting to fill with other people. Some of those things, some normal people and there were people who killing other people. I stopped, watching as one of those things tearing apart a woman. I listened as she screams for help, I watched as everyone pasted her without a thought. I closed my eyes, silently saying sorry, I pasted her too.
A thing jumped in front of my car, I pushed on the gas without a thought. It rolled over the car easily, leaving a bloody trail. I turned on the wrappers, it helped a bit. I turned on a road, there were people shooting at everything, people or not. I stopped, I watched as a small teenage boy shot back at them. Come on! Why can't he be some manly teenager? I could have left him then.
I pushed on the gas, I felt the car go over three of the shooters. I gagged, oh god. I reversed and ran over them again. I got out of the car and grabbed the closest one's gun and aimed. Please, make it. Did I ever tell you, I have never shot a gun before? No, well, I didn't. So, I just copy what I saw on the T.V., thank god it worked.
One of them fell on the ground, I felt a tear slip down my cheek and kept shooting. After all of them were on the ground, I walked towards him. I told him that he should leave before others come and he blushed. Before his eyes went wide and he yelled dad. He climbed over the counter and went into the back office.
I went to the closest garbage can and puked. This has to be unhealthy for me. It burned a bit, looking around, I saw an unopened bottle of water. I breathed in and swallow down the whole bottle fast as I could. Throwing away the bottle, I decided to see what the boy was doing. Grabbing a small handgun, I don't know when I would need, but whatever.
I went over the counter and through the door, it was an office. And he was hugging a pale looking person. Another native American, I thought as I looked at his beaded necklace. His long hair was in a braided ponytail and he asked me for my name. "Call me whatever you want."
He called me Pocahontas, I definitely could deal with that. Wasn't the first time that was my nickname. He then asked me to watch his son who started to disagree with it. I felt uncomfortable as I felt like I was invading something. I put my hand on the boy's shoulder who looked at me with teary dark gray eyes. His father told us to take everything and go. The boy looked searchingly at his father, grabbing a bag and left the room.
I stared into the father's eyes, why did you choose me? I could be a killer or something like that. He smiled weakly at me, like as if he is saying we both know otherwise. I stared at him with sad eyes, I couldn't pity him, if anyone should pity someone, it's him. We are going to have to survive, an unknown, our own race and many other things.
I felt the handgun get heavier and held my hand. He stared at it, he grabbed it shakily. I turned around, see you later old man. A another tear went down my face as I heard a gunshot. I started to help out the teenager with the knives. I looked up at the mirror in front of me. I saw one of those things walking behind me. I grabbed a knife without thinking and threw behind me.
Throwing knives were something me and my uncle had done for fun when he was alive. I still had practice with them after he died. Ally used to watch me. Pushing me to do harder things with them. It was fun, but I have some scar to show for some of the trickier moves. Thankfully, none of the wounds were too bad.
-x-x-x-
I drove around the random things, it was crazy and my heart felt heavy. I looked around, everything was calming down. But so many people are dead. I looked at the sleeping teenager, he was tiny. I always had for some reason, had fragile and weak people come to me. Either it's in the mind, emotional or physical, they came to me. It probably helps that I don't send them away, knowing how easily wounded they could get. I grew up with my so fragile mother.
I had wanted to become a therapist when I was little. But, my mom went off the deep end when we lost my uncle. I didn't blame her, she had tried to save him. But, I wished she had gotten help, instead of using drugs. Our relationship was very broken, I had tried to talk her into getting an appointment for a therapist. She had gotten mad and we just...drift apart. I could have told someone, she was using drugs, but family stays together, no matter how much you want to kill them.
I know that I am damaged, I can't even try to deny it. I was actually planning to go to a therapist when I got back. That went down the drain. I looked at the boy again, I don't know his name, I realized. Shit! This is going to be awkward, maybe he would introduce himself in the morning.
I yawned, maybe I should pull over and sleep. I looked around, I saw a bus, maybe I could hide the car behind there. Backing up, I carefully parked in the shadows of the bus. I grabbed Eddie, opening it, I reached in for a blanket. I grabbed my soft and comfortable one, the other one is itchy, but warm. I pulled it over me and turned towards the boy...who was shivering. I felt my eye twitch, I closed my eyes.
Just ignore it, ignore the cold, shivering teenager. I groaned, I pulled off my soft, fluffy blanket and put it over him. I frowned, I reached into Eddie, I grabbed an itchy fabric and pulled. It was dark green and did I mention it was also itchy? Cause it was. I looked back at the boy and sighed. I pulled over the blanket and fall into a uncomfortable sleep.
-x-x-x-
I woke up to cruel laughing, I was on the ground. And where the fuck is the boy? I looked up to see three guys leering down at me. Oh god, nonono, I started to shake. One of them laughed at me as I backed up against the car .One of them walked forward, bending down. With a knife cut my shirt in the middle. My black bra showed, I bit back my sob, I won't let them see me cry. I won't let them see my tears.
"Hahaha, look, she has a pretty boy in her passenger seat." I froze, no, he is mine. Mine to protect, mine! I kicked the closest one in the balls. I got up and tackled one of them down. I reached for anything to fight with, it was a crowbar. I had grabbed a crowbar, I used the sharp end and splat. I went to the one who I kicked and did the same with him, splat.
"He's mine, you hear me?" I hissed to the one who said the comment about the boy who I don't even know the name of. He shook as he pointed a gun at me. I growled at him and without a thought I hit him in the head with the bar. I continued to hit him in the head over and over. I looked at the bodies on the ground, how many did they rape? Is it bad that I am glad, they are dead?
I looked at the sleeping teenager, no I can't go down that road. I breathed in, I grabbed Eddie. I quickly started to change my clothes, I left the other clothes on the ground. I stared at the dead bodies. Nine people, I killed nine humans. For him, I looked at the sleeping boy. You better be worth it or else I will kill you too, I thought jokingly. But...deep inside, I know I wasn't.
-x-x-x-
The car was on E, I looked around. What am I going to do? I look in the back- Eddie! I almost forgot I had gotten a gas can and a hose. Looking inside, I grabbed them and hugged Eddie! I freaking love him! I looked around for other cars.
Not seeing any, I decided to walk around the corner to look for some. I looked at the still sleeping teen, I had put back the blanket because it was getting hot and I don't want him to get overheated. I found a bright red car. I made it there safely, I processed to siphoning the gas from the car. Nothing came out, well to the next car. I went around for what felt like hours.
I started to walk back when the can was filled. I have to go the store and hope the electricity is still on. As I turned on the street that had my car and boy on it, I saw him panicking in it. Shit! I ran to the door, knocking on it. He pointed a small gun at me. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to ask him what happened. He opened the door, it would have hit my face hard. But I stopped it in time, it still had hit my nose. What did my nose do to the world?! Yeah, it's a bit big, but there are people who have a much bigger nose. I think my nose is just fine, but it seems like it isn't.
He started to freak, but I tried to tell him it's oka-and he's hugging me. I let him as he started to shake. He was so tiny, I thought as I felt his small arms hug me. He was strong, don't let his small stature fool you. His bagging clothes seemed to make him smaller. I pat his head, " I got gas." I almost snorted as I thought about the other meaning of that sentence.
He nodded as he looked at his shoes in embarrassment, I looked away from him. He can take care of himself, I thought. I started to put the gas in the car. I had a hard time taking off the gas lid. By the time, I was done with putting the gas in. I heard him yell to start the car. I looked up and saw him running with a huge ass hoard behind him. I cursed quietly and tighten the lid on. I run to the driver's seat and tried to start the car.
I hit the wheel, dammit! I saw him getting closer and reached over to open the other door. I ignored him and kept trying. Come on! Work, I thought as I heard a window crack. "Come on! Work, Baby, work for mommy." I laughed as it turned on. I stepped on the gas, reversed and then went forward again.
I told him to buckle up. After awhile he asked if I had slept. I said no, but didn't tell him what almost happened to us. He offered to drive and I was tired. I agreed, I needed sleep. I pulled over and I got out as he climbed over to the driver side. I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the window.
-x-x-
I woke up to the sight of a hoard and a scream. I looked at my boy's pale horrified face as he looked at the sight. "Drive."
I felt a little sick, making a note not to let my boy drive again. "I hate driving!"
"I hate your driving!" I yelled back at him.
"Me too." I am glad, he agreed. Cause I am not going to let drive again, I thought as I almost puked. Not going to happen, I swallowed it.
-x-x-x-
As we stopped at the gas station, we looked at each other and started to laugh hard. We sat there, laughing our heads off in relief. I sighed, I looked at his smiling face and smirked a bit. "Stay here, I am going to look in the store."
"But-"
"You have to watch the car and put in the gas." I looked at the flickering lights and thanked the goddesses and gods. He nodded reluctantly, I smiled and he smiled back. Adorable, I said in my head, I don't squeal. Okay?!
I grabbed my new crowbar and a little box that had a lock picking equipment. I had spent days in the hotel room playing around with it. I didn't really think I would need the skill, yet here I am. About to use it. It took me a long few minutes to hear a click that told me the door was open. I smiled, I walked in the store.
I looked at the back door that was wide open and frowned, well fuck! I lifted up the crowbar and hit a thing. I need a name for them. Bitters, no. Splat. Stupid Fucks, no. Splat. Fuckers, nah. Splat. I grunt as I pulled out the crowbar. "Thank you." I froze, I heard a click. "Turn around slowly."
I turned around, I saw a grinning face. Well, fuck me. The man was huge as a mountain. Yeah, no. "Drop it, red skin." He snarled at me. He had to be racist too, I thought as dropped my crowbar. Forgive me, my beloved as it landed on the ground.
"No, you drop it." My boy said, I looked behind the mountain. "You fucking inbred redneck." I smiled as the man dropped the gun. I picked up my crowbar.
"Maybe, we can work out a deal." He said calmly. I smirked at him and, "Nope!" Bam! The mountain fell over, knocked out cold. My boy dropped the tray he had used. He ran to me and flung himself at me. "Oh god, he was so big and I hid. Then I saw him walk in.." he babbled.
"You fuckers," click. Goddammit, are you kidding me?! "How dare you fucking do that to my hus-" bam! I looked at her fallen form and said, "you were annoying me."
"Let's go, grab long lasting foods only." I said as I grabbed a basket. He nodded and grabbed a basket too. We grabbed four baskets of food altogether and I left the back door opened, but closed the front. 50/50 chances, I didn't know if I should hope for them to wake up and survive or not and die. I had also gone back for tissue and tampons. I am not going to use leaves yet.
We drive off into the sunset, we live happily ever-yeah, no. We drove back into another fucking hoard of Enders. Yeah, I like that. Enders, it sounds like a warning, something to fear. But, endings just means you can start again, right? We have a choice and I chose to survive. I thought as I drove from the hoard of Enders.
A/N: Enders, I was thinking about what would she call them. I wrote a half a page with names, it was either Enders or the Soulless. I couldn't imagine her saying that, it felt wrong. So, enders it is. Some of her past. A bit of her wild side.
Next time: She and her boy have a talk. Will she tell you her name? Probably not! Will she ever tell you guys? Who knows! Will they make it to their goal? Read to find out!