Baby, baby, baby...
Come with me instead.
At one point in our journey to... wherever we were headed, we found ourselves entering an old bar somewhere a few towns over. It was a rundown, must, old place, and it smelled worse inside then it did out. The windows were completely boarded, and with no one working for electricity anymore, what had been left was probably gone now considering the walls were lined with candles. At one end, there stood a man behind a bar cleaning a glass with a rag. And between him and us entering the front door stood people of all sorts- most of them men and most of them a little rough looking. To the right of us... an older woman on a stage, singing along to nothing.
Apparently they knew they were secure or else the noise would have attracted unwanted attention. Security meant two things- a temporary place to rest and an unnerving questioning of just how long it would last. But for the time being, we simply needed to rest.
Quinn pushed her way in, past groups and stragglers of the men around us, leading me a lot more gently by the hand than the stance she took to make it past everyone. I kept my head low and my my mouth shut- just as I was told. But I couldn't help my eyes from wandering over to the stage. It almost seemed to call to me, a feeling I hadn't had in such a long time. It made me almost sadder than anything else that had happened to us up until this point. Qunn must have sensed it too, because that's when her pulling got a little rougher.
I stood right beside her, one of my hand clenching her top almost like a child would, as she sweet talked her way into the bartender's heart and into us some free drinks. I wasn't normally one for alcohol, but when I saw the sweat off the glass hit the wooden counter top and my dry tongue failed to moisten my lips yet another time, I quickly gulped down the brownish liquid inside. It tasted bitter and burnt as it when down, but soon my glass was being refilled. As I brought the glass to my lips again, I felt Quinn's hand over the lip, a small shake of her head coming as my eyes peered over.
"You haven't drank anything in awhile, and you haven't eaten much today either. You don't want to make yourself sick." And then she was sitting on a stool in front of her own glass, sighing and looking down into her drink.
I nodded gratefully, sitting beside her on a stool that creaked as I added my weight to it. Looking over at her, I breathed my first real sigh of relief since that day. For now, at least, we were safe.
And that was when we heard the gunshots. We knew it couldn't last.
Baby, baby, baby...
Quinn grabbed my arm just as I swallowed the last of my drink, not wanting to waste any of the cool liquid, and she began dragging me towards the back of the building. Grabbing old, green blankets off of a couch we found back there, she threw them over us- my small frame and then hers. "Stay quiet, Rachel." She pulled my blanket up like a hood soon after I'd nodded. And with the sounds of shouts behind us, another gunshot so close it made my ears ring a bit, we slipped out through a back door that we got lucky on being there. Right as we left, I could have sworn I heard someone ask about harboring any infected...
Come with me instead.
Baby, baby baby.
You can't because you're dead..