Thank you, all my lovely readers, I am starting this on Thursday so I hope it doesn't suck, and that I don't have spelling errors. This chapter might be longer than chapter 1 and 2, but I don't know yet, it took about 2 days per chapter to write them, so I this one is most likely going to be longer.
I apologize once again for my Lee logic rant in the last chapter, but I still don't under stand why Lee didn- BUT that is not the point! So, in this chapter we might meet Clementine, and another OC, maybe, possibly, I haven't really decided yet.
Thank you for reading chapter 1 and 2 if I have been able to keep your interest up to this point.
Okay, so the car isn't entirely sideways, it's slanted, the upper half of the car is sideways, tilted up, almost vertical, and smushed for lack of a better word between two tree branches, for those who are wondering why they didn't just stand up and climb out of the car.
For those who are wondering why Lea didn't go out of the trunk when she could have, is because the trunk 'lid' is too bent for the latch to work well enough with out her getting stuck half way between it and the edge of the trunk, and Lea can't get killed off in this story (maybe another story, if it's voted on and I make a sequel), so no go on the trunk.
And if you are wondering why I put "Lept" instead of "Leaped" despite spell check saying it is not a word... Shut up spell check, it is indeed a word, an archaic spelling of a word, but it is still a word, so fuck off spelling nazis, who use the comments to whine about spelling. I don't have time for you, and your perfectionist ways. It's just a word, get over it.
Apparently there are quiet a few things Lea had forgotten that she'd packed, both going too Australia and coming back. Her hiking boots was an obvious find, but the All About Bats book she had gotten on a whim wasn't so memorable.
She did find her multipurpose tool (too forgetful to have tools separate and risk losing one and stepping on it and getting stabbed in the foot), her over sized denim coat, and her sewing kit (it turns out that doing nothing but digging and running around in the outback with nothing but the same 5 pairs of cloths for six months can do some damage).
Ace snorted when he saw the sewing kit.
Lea grit her teeth, "You got something to say Ace."
"Don't mean to offend, but you don't look very domestic," said Ace with snark.
Lea could only humph, she might not look very domestic, but she could cook and sew and that was better than most women today. So what if her hair was pulled into french braids that ended just a couple inches below the nape of her neck, if growing up she liked to hunt instead of pressing flowers, it didn't mean she was any less feminine than the florist down the road from her house.
Sighing, knowing there was little hope of getting out of these stupid woods with out him 'I hate my horrible sense of direction.'
She opened her multipurpose and pulled out the special triangle shaped screwdriver (had to have it custom made because of all of the commercial stuff she had broken, and she didn't want to have to call a repair man once a week) and fitted it into the triangular hole in the head of the screws.
She tested the screw both ways seeing how tight it was, it was snug to be sure. It was difficult to get any of them off, but soon the wire frame work separating them could bend in at the bottom corner where it met that little half wall, and lea could just barely squeeze through. Shoving her bag, and squishing her self through the small gap.
"Well, hi there," said Lea, now uncomfortably close to Ace.
Ace glared, irritated with the small dark complected woman, "Why didn't you take off the other screws so we could leave through the trunk."
"Because I'm not strong enough to get the other screws off, so I thought we could both climb through the windshield," said Lea with a smile, smirking at her plan's brilliance.
"Then why didn't you got through the trunk, climb on top of the car, and them pull me up," hissed Ace.
Lea shook her head, "Latch is all twisted up, and unless you've got a blow torch under your seat, then the trunk is a no go."
Ace sighed, and looked up at the brown gunk covered, half broken, spider-webbed wind shield. "The rest should pull back like a banana peal, once the plastic holding it together gets torn."
(If you didn't know, wind shields are not made of a normal glass pane, they are made with two panes of glass with a sticky plastic sheet in the middle holding them together, so the driver doesn't get cut up when they have an accident, That is why there can be 'bubbles' in side wind shield. The more you know.)
Lea nodded, and took out her knife, she pressed it up against a crack, and pushed. The blade squeaked as it slid through the glass, and made a sharp click when it met a piece of glass on the other side. Lea looked at Ace with a face that questioned 'now what'. Ace raised a hand, and made a motion towards the glass, that said 'don't stop you idiot'.
Lea pushed, the blade wobbled inside the spaceless crack, causing a piercing squealing noise. Both Ace and Lea jerked at the ear offending sound. Sadly, the blade didn't move beside the wayward wobble.
Ace now with a headache because of the shrieking glass, "Give me that stupid arse knife Miss Baby-hands."
Lea glared, an out of character action, for the normally patient young woman, but handed the knife over, knowing she would only be able to make the wind shield scream once more. And that wouldn't do any thing except give them headaches.
She only removed her hands, once she was sure Ace wasn't going to drop the knife and get one of them stabbed. Ace, pulled the blade out slightly, then instead of Lea's slow and steady push, Ace gave a harsh jab in it's place.
The glass gave a sharp short scream, but was then quickly silenced by the blade simply shattering right through it. Ace pulled the blade out of the new found hole, closed the butterfly knife to not further risk damaging the blade, then shoved half of the now closed handle through it, and dragged it through where the wind shield will no longer be once he's through with it.
They paused for a minute, as they heard scratching and thumping, but after about ten minutes, it had stopped and they could hear the soft sound of leaves rustling and twigs breaking, as what ever was clawing in intrigue or fear at the car had stopped and wondered off.
"What do you think that was?" asked Lea after a few minutes.
"A coyote at least, small bear at most, from the sound of the scratching," said Ace with a nod, he had traveled this highway quite often, those where the clawed predators he saw the most. He knew it couldn't be a raccoon or deer from the sound of the scratching, raccoon would have just crawled through the hole (found one in his apartment one time after making the mistake of leaving his window cracked open on a hot summer day), and deer don't have claws, they didn't the last time he saw one at least.
Lea nodded, after silently filing through her memories hunting, she didn't see coyotes that often, but she saw bears semi often, you could say, she saw one about ever third or forth trip.
After the hole was finally wide enough Lea had lept through it with grace to spare, and that was with her fully loaded back pack on. Ace how ever scrambled, hissed, spit, and cursed all the way out of the mess the wind shield now was.
But the thing that tipped the scale was when he had almost slipped back in to the car, and shouted, "HOLY SHIT!"
They were flying through the underbrush, far away from... Whatever those things where. They looked kinda like people, even moved in a similar way.
No they weren't people though, they smelled of rotting flesh, gnashed their teeth of wild beasts, and lumbered about like toddlers, as they acted like magpies snatching and lurching.
A bony crumbling hand, clutched the back of Aces shirt, only to be removed shortly after by Lea's sword ("I told you it wasn't stupid!" "You really want to have this talk now.").
Her hikers pack bouncing on her back as she ran, do to her athletic nature she kept up to the unburdened Ace despite the added wait.
Neither breathed too heavy. Lea was athletic do to her always leaping about on things, trees, buildings, fire escapes, lots of things. Ace was almost as fast, he had grown up in the worst part of the projects, and had learned early how to run for his life.
"Aren't they nice," commented Lea, glancing behind her to watch one of them Thwack!smack into the branch she had ducked under with ease.
"Oh just delightful," hissed Ace between his teeth, not daring to even spare the mini hoard behind him even a peak.
They had been running for a while now, almost 10 mns now. They had started to see the light at the end of the tunnel so to speak, a wooden fence, one high enough to keep those things at bay till they lost interest.
Lea was slipping her backpack straps into the crook of her elbow, it was bouncing against the backs of her knees now.
"What are you-" Ace was both cut off and startled when she flung her pack over both his head and the tall fence, he would later swear up and down that the "damn thing" nearly took his head off.
"You ready to jump for it Ace," asked Lea, eyes zeroed in on the fence. She was plowing through the undergrowth now, the distance between her and those things was now growing without the wait of the backpack weighing her down.
Ace nodded, pushing himself to run faster, he refused to get left behind and killed by the bleak humanoids that were chasing them.
The moment of truth, they had been able to push the gap between them and whatever the hell was chasing them from a steady 50 ft to a steadily increasing 120 ft, and now they had reached the fence. Lea had ran right at it, planted her foot half way up it, grabbed the top, and lept over the fence like an antelope.
Ace however could, and did, just grab the top and haul himself up, no fancy jumping for him.
Ace leaned over, placing his hands on his knees, and sucked in deep breaths, he hadn't ran like that since that stray dog went nuts and attacked him back in middle school (the local police man had teased that he had gotten up to 20 mph on his speedometer, the arse hole).
"A tree house, I always wanted a tree house growing up," said Lea, "You think we could find some help, or at least an explanation about what the hell that was all about?" Jabbing a thumb in the direction of the fence.
"I'm not sure, what ever those things where though they where hella freaky," said Ace.
Lea nodded. Neither noticed two honey colored eyes peaking out of the tree house door.
And this marks the end of chapter 3, thank you my lovely readers for reading. I hope you had enjoyed.
Now if you don't like Ace I can understand, he's an arse hole, I know because I wrote him. I just hope I made him less of an arse hole than Cartman off of south park, cause that is too far. Like Kenny in season 2, he reached Cartman's level a few times, and no one wants to reach Cartman's level of bastard-ness, cause that just sucks for you and everyone around you.
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