Sam hastily shoved a small bit of food and other necessities into a bag she had just found. In her anger she accidentally left her own bag at the hotel. She tried not to make much noise, for it would alert the Biters in the store of her presence.
Sam caught a bottle of soda before it hit the ground and cautiously placed it back where it originally was. She shook her head bitterly and zipped up her bag before making a mad dash for the exit. Her shoes squeaked on the tile floor and she slipped through the doors, past a Biter.
Sam didn't actually stomp around this time around when she ran up the street. Her mouth went agape when she turned a corner and found that the street was jam packed with Biters. The ones attracted to her before must have brought attention to the area and caused more Biters to pour in. She smelled the rotting corpses from the store, but her nose had started to become numb to such smells and it left her clueless on the amount at the time.
Sam hoped none of the Biters noticed her when she walked into an apartment, that she immediately recognized it as the one that Harper's mother lived in. It was very nice before the last month, but it had become grimy and bloodstained since then. She decided she would explore a bit, it had only hit her just then that she had never seen where Harper lived. Her legs took her up the stairs and to the apartment room without her own realizing.
Sam entered the room with a screwdriver in hand, a very useful weapon if used correctly. It was a relatively clean place. Except for a bit of dirt, and blood. She examined every inch of the place to see if there was anything she should take. Her mind was elsewhere when she entered the bathroom, but gagged and stepped out as soon as she saw what was in it.
A person was hanging from their neck by a rope. The swung around and groaned, it became apparent to Sam that it was a Biter. It also became clear that they were Harper's mother. She stood out of the swinging Biter's reach and stabbed it through the forehead with the screwdriver. Once the Biter was dead, Sam started to investigate the bathroom. Drugs, empty food containers, lots of things useless things.
Sam wiped sweat off of her face and left to dig through Harper's shit. Nothing really useful was there, as predicted, but she still searched anyways. She quickly left the apartment that did in fact smell absolutely horrid after Sam had opened the bathroom up.
Harper was messing with the television when Sam burst through the door. She jumped in surprise and went stiff. Frank gasped at Sam pulling out her gun on him.
"Who is this asshole?" Sam asked Harper.
"That is Frank, now put the gun away. Asshole"
"What is he doing here?"
"I don't know. Maybe he wanted to talk to people after being surrounded by flesh eating monsters for so long! Hur durr, use your fuckin head Sam"
"Jesus christ Harper, we aren't supposed to let every dick we meet into our living area just because they want to talk. Rule one of survival"
"I thought rule one of survival was always carry a knife"
"Shut the fuck up, we can sort out the rules later"
"Put the gun away before you end up killing all of us"
Frank just watched helplessly as Sam put her gun away and glared at him.
"Not gonna talk now, huh asshole?" She spat.
"Calm the fuck down Samantha"
"Don't use my full name, Hamper"
"That is the worst insult ever. How is Hamper an insult? It just sounds stupid"
"I think I will go now…" Frank interrupted.
"You aren't going anywhere"
"Sam!"
"Ugh fine"
Harper stood up and kicked the television. It went a little bit static and she grumbled.
"God fuckin damnit Sam, why do you always start shit?"
Frank swallowed nervously and glanced at both teens.
"Should I take Oliver off of your hands?" He asked.
"What the fuck? Why?"
"I think you know very damned well why, Harper. We are two assholes of teenagers who won't survive much longer. Doesn't mean we are givin Oli up to some stranger though"
Harper huffed and tugged at her hair out of frustration.
"Let's just stay together for now and talk when we aren't pissy. Sleep on it n' shit" she said.
Sam nodded, "Fine, I need to talk though. About your mom"
"I'm not talking about my mom, she doesn't matter"
"She is dead"
"How did she go? Drug overdose? Kind of thing she would do"
"I know you hated her, but do you seriously have no pity? Do you feel nothing?"
"How do you even know she is dead"
"There you go, avoiding my questions. She took her own life, by the way"
"Huh"
"Any comments? Wanna throw some insults at me for checking in on her?"
"You are really nosy"
"That it? Now let me ask another question, and you better answer it. Why do you hate your mom"
"Do you truly want to know?"
Sam nodded.
"Frank, close your eyes and look the other way."
"What?"
"Just do it"
Frank turned around and covered his eyes.
Sam frowned, "What the fuck are you doing Harper?" she said.
Harper took her jacket off.
"Woah keep your clothes on"
Harper ignored Sam's words and slipped her shirt off. She turned to show her back to her.
"You happy? Finally! The truth is out. The reason I was always at your place, the reason I never went swimming or really did a lot of things. The reason I always hated my mom"
"Harper, I…"
"You happy now?"
"No I just-"
"Go ahead. Touch them"
"I don't need to. I'm so-"
"Sorry? No you aren't. You don't care. Y-You don't…"
Harper fell to her knees and sobbed into her hands. Big globby tears slipped through her fingers and on to her jeans. Sam picked up her friend's shirt and jacket and sat beside her. She handed the clothes to Harper and hugged her.
Frank just awkwardly sat there and said, "I uhm, should I just?..."
"Shut up, Frank" Sam growled.
"..."
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