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WARNING: 1. This fanfic contains sexual content, swearing, mentions and triggering scenes of self harm, some suicidal thoughts, and things like it. Please if you self harm don't read some parts, don't worry sweetie I'll put a TRIGGERING sign at that kind of parts, and a LEMON, sign at the start of the sexual scenes.
2. This chapter has a lot of emotions and things like that, it mentions physical abuse, not like rape, not rape at all. But it mentions things like being beaten up.
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Chapter 2- A world ruled by the dead ones
Soundtrack: Linkin Park - Castle of Glass
Rikke's POV:
I do not want to believe the words that had just come out of the mouth of that lunatic that the only tie that I shared with him, was a blood tie. He was just my biological father nothing more. My stepfather ... he was my dad. He had become the person I loved most.
Erik was funny, friendly and cared about my mother.
I do not understand how my little sister looks to like this man to the point of calling him daddy, even though she knows that he is not he is nothing to her.
- I will not even answer to you! Lunatic! - I growled as I left out of the car, I looked at the woods, I didn't thought about anything.
I needed to get out. As much as it was not safe out there in the woods. I'd rather snuggle with one of those things ... than breathe in the same space that Arns.
Damn that man. He deserved a good shake.
But unfortunately it is still my father. I do not feel morally right ... you cannot beat your own father.
Also I do not have enough strength.
I snorted, looked back one last time and started running.
Gunn's POV:
Where is the princess going?
From the moment she came to live with me and my old man for almost a year ago I tried to make her feel comfortable. Although I did not know very well Dagny, although I did not know very well my mother ... I myself felt an unmistakable sadness when I heard the news.
But she always pulled me away. Never let me near.
What the hell have I done to her, for her to react like that to me?
I started hitting his fingers in my pants to hide my nervousness. My father always told me that emotions only shuffle us, haywire us, make us lose concentration. Emotions are what makes us imperfect.
I let it go a few more minutes. Silence. I hate this silence. Outside it can be happening something to Rikke right now. Does he care about someone besides himself?
But if I think about it he always did everything for me, the least I can do to thank him is to stay on his side ... until the end.
All he did till today was just to make me less vulnerable.
To become more perfect. If I were as perfect as he wanted me to be I would have managed to save my aunt. But I could not ... because I'm a total failure.
I shook my head as he pulled such thoughts to the depths of my mind.
-Father ... I think we should go get Rikke. She can get lost in the woods. Can be attacked ... Remember what you told me? Never leave a man behind. - I said getting his attention after citing one of his favorite phrases.
- It's true that the pink princess maybe doesn't know how to guide herself in the woods…I guess she has been created with luxury and is just more one spoiled woman on earth. Women are all like that. Even you. It's in your genes, being a spoiled bitch. - He spit.
I felt a bit offended, but I kept my face normal.
I know my dad ... he is just a little ... rude.
But he has a good heart. He is a good man. He lived much as he fought for this nation.
It is somewhat ironic. He fought for something that now looks like a lost cause.
My father does not mean all the bad words he says.
Sometimes during my teenage years I had trouble understanding it. I've thought up running away from home. But I owe him my life, my studies, everything I won so far I owe it to him. Also he would be alone without me, before he had my aunt Gretha. But now ... without me he is totally alone in this lost world.
- It's because she has so many difficulties in orientate, that I think we should go get her. Bring her back. - I asked with a smile, hoping to convince him.
-After what that ungrateful little bitch told me? I hope she dies at the clutches of one of those things. And you, you better be a good little bitch and shut up your mouth before I have to give a lesson. Are we understood soldier? - He asked.
I shuddered at the thought of catching another lesson.
Since childhood my father always made me know who I should show respect.
The belt it was one of the things he used to train me.
To refine me as he used to say.
All children need that in some point of her life's someone spanks their asses. Makes them behave. Makes them realize who is the leader.
Makes them better adults.
I growled to myself. Not even I believe the shit I'm saying.
Children deserve love and affection. A little girl deserves that someone puts a doll in her tiny hand and deserves being told that she is a good girl.
Not having a gun put in her hand and being treated it as if she is some watchdog.
But then again ... he is my father. And I love it. Because after all is my father
-Father ... she's just a girl. I can go rescue her, I'll be here back in a second, and I bet when she comes back she will realize her mistake and she will apologize. It's exactly what she'll do. I talk to her. Show her how things work. And then we'll all find a way to find shelter. - I said.
He looked at me. A serious and cold glare.
Perhaps he was contemplating what I had just said.
-Are you concerning yourself with that worthless bitch as you should be to go get a beer in the trunk of the car to bring me? Are you concerning yourself with that bitch while you should worry about the studies? Your studies? When this shit ends you will need your studies. Or do you not want to be a nurse? I pay for college and you do not you value in? Damn whore. Women. Are women all equal. Are you concerning yourself with someone who came into your life less than a year instead of worry about your dear old man? - He asked angrily. I tried to answer. But he was faster. He gave me a slap. And when I tried to speak again he continued to hit me in the face until I felt an hot liquid coming out of my nose.
I touched it with my hand. Blood.
-Sorry dad. - I muttered.
I was feeling hatred for him right now. Hatred. I am his daughter. Not a punching bag!
But I was lucky not to get beaten with a belt.
Yes I'm afraid of him. But I cannot let him alone. I'm the only thing he has.
It is part of my duties as a daughter.
My aunt always knew the crap he did.
I shivered remembering a time when my aunt found me lying on the floor almost unconscious dressed in my tracksuit.
Bleeding from the nose, with burning red marks on my back and totally exhausted.
- "What happened honey? - She asked in her motherly tone. "
"- I-I failed in training today, I could not hit the target in the center, I failed for almost thirty times, and father received a call from the school telling him that a girl had given me a slap in the halls because I refused to give her my lunch money. – I whispered. "
"- Oh ... Come here my baby, it's okay Gunn, he wants to turn you into a weapon while you're nothing but a little girl, my little girl. It'll be fine my love. "
I still remember the scent of the hair of my aunt.
Damn emotions.
-What are you doing over there and doing nothing? Have not I said for you to go get me a pack of beers and to go and get your school books? Clear your damn nose it's bleeding. - He growled.
I looked at the back seat. Kelda continues to sleep. This is good. At least she saw nothing.
I got up and went to get a pack of beers for my dad and my notebook, it's nothing electronic just a old book in which I took some notes during class.
It was the only thing I could bring home, since I have many books and did not have much time. I opened the van door on my father's side and gave him the package of beers. He took one.
-I hope you like your beer father. - I said in a friendly tone.
He tells me and I do. This is how it works.
He looked back and noticed the sleeping peaceful form of Kelda.
Kelda has small wavy dark blond hair, light skin and a little face that shows her young age.
-It's good that I like this goddamn shitty beer. The girl is still sleeping? Damn lazy. - Muttered.
I wanted to give an answer to what he said. But I thought better of it.
Deep breath and grabbed my notebook.
Like my father always taught me, I evaluated the situation and tried to find a solution to my current problem.
I realized that if he continued to drink like that, he would end up falling asleep, and when he fell asleep it would be my chance to escape and look for Rikke without him noticing.
I looked at my notes.
Now is that I'm never going be a nurse. In this world controlled by the dead, nothing is as it was before.
And perhaps nothing will go back as it was before. We continue to deceive others and ourselves with these false hopes. Each breath in this world, may be our last.
Every action miscalculated can make end up with our dead ass.
This world is fucked. But that's what we have. And we must learn to live in it. To ... survive.
I looked at my sleeve. It was dirty with blood, my hair was beginning to show signs of lack of cleanliness and so was my skin.
Today would be the day I would take a bath if we had stayed home.
Only brought two more changes of clothes when I left home. And the essential.
I cannot be all fancy and cute in an apocalypse right?
No chance for that to happen.
For now I just have to worry about keeping my poor ass alive.
I do not know how much time passed since I started talking to myself but it seems to have been long enough. Because in here I can hear the loud snoring of my father.
Damn. We seem to be attacked by a bear. He could snore a little lower. With so much noise still attracts some ... whatever they may be called, to his fat ass.
Yeah I called him fat ass. What is the problem?
He can beat me, I can insult him in thought. Or is it a crime?
I closed my notebook and it landed near the tree that supported me when I was 'studying'.
Thinking about crime. Nowadays there is no crime. Maybe because there are no laws.
It's just pure anarchy, the law of the strongest.
I took my Beretta that was on top of my seat.
I put it in my pocket and went to the trunk of the car.
I'll need more than a real trumpet that attracts those things to save my sister if she's in trouble.
The most sharp and dangerous object was what caught my attention. A hunting knife. It was big, and very sharp. I could tell it by the appearance.
It can be handy. I closed the trunk of the car and looked for my father who was still asleep.
There was no need to look to know that he was asleep. But it is always better to be sure.
I looked Kelda and left her a sandwich in her lap.
Then I went into the bush knife in hand.
If any of those fuckers hurt my sister prepare themselves because I will be the worst nightmare of those soulless vagrants .
I refuse to be eaten by the undead. I'm no Happy Meal!
I heard a muffled scream.
Rikke? Rikke!
I ran toward the sound.
Before that what was happening could enter my field of view heard moans and things to scratch a hard surface.
That surface is better not be my sister you fucking fucks!
I walked in silence to the place.
I saw something I did not intend to see. My sister on top of a tree and three of those nasty little things that come from the third hell, trying to climb the tree.
Ups. Looks like someone could have done more physical education, Am I right, Mister Cannibal?
As I approached, unwittingly stepped on some branches that were crushed underneath my combat boots. The three ... those little things, looked at me.
Shit! They have good hearing as hell!
Rikke seemed happy to see me.
Not precisely for being me, but it meant that I was there to save her sorry ass. So she was happy.
-What is going on you fucking bitches? Cannot catch your food is it? Need help? - I asked as I approached a bit.
Two of them came towards me but the other kept trying to climb.
What's up sweetie? Am I not good enough for you? That makes me sad, I got to thinking that we were perfect for each other.
Okay I have to stop playing around. This shit can still make me die.
I pressed the hunting knife in my hand.
It is the first time I kill one of them hand to hand. Indeed it is the first time that I kill a person hand to hand. Although they cannot be called people ... These piles of shit are something half diabolical.
Motherfuckers. Trying to eat Rikke.
One of them tried to approach. I gave him a kick in the face and I heard a loud noise. Looks like I broke his nose. Or ... what was left of it. Disgusting.
He fell to the ground, but have not had time to try to crush your skull or cross it with my knife since I had another little bastard that was trying to catch me.
The situation is complicated. If only I could grab the gun and send them to the place where they came from ...
But I cannot. This could attract a horde of them for us. Or where the car stopped. That creature tried to bite me but I kicked it away. Not too far because I have no strength to do so ... but at least it was away from me.
Kelda and my dad have to be safe. She's only four years and not know how to defend herself and my father is sleeping.
Or growling like a bear.
If these little shits emotions they would run away from my father.
But I cannot imagine one of these little shit screaming like a girl something like:
«NAAAAAAAAAW Fuck, he's a bear, come Betsie let's go, I don't want to eat is brain, it must taste like shit, he took my appetite. Wait ... Did he just give a fart? That's it. Enough. For me it's over. I'll go back to eating people in Atlanta, is much more hygienic. »
I found myself lying on the floor with that shit coming up my leg, it was trying to find a place to bite.
-Bite this you son of a bitch! - I screamed as I shoved my knife right in between the eyes.
It cost me a little boot knife out of his skull, it seemed half stuck.
But I got a way of the knife out of the skull quickly because the other monster was coming toward me.
I was covered with the blood of that thing. My skin was once milky white and was now covered in dirt and blood, and my hair was like my skin. A big dirty mess.
I approached the other who was still trying to climb the tree and jabbed my knife into the skull. It was easy because he had is back turned on me.
-Behind you! - Shouted Rikke. I turned quickly and gave a kick in the chest that half dead being.
He fell back. I took advantage and ended his suffering at that time.
I was sweating. Had no training with my dad about a month because of some tests at the university.
-After this, I think the CIA would have hired me to deal with the bad guys from other countries. - I mumbled, wiping my forehead with my sleeve.
-If there was still a CIA in this world you would have a great chance to be chosen as a spy. - She said with a smile.
A smile? That's what I'm going to win because I saved her ass? I think it is not bad.
A smile.
-How did you do that thing ... that tree ...? I did not know that now the princesses were trained to climb trees faster. - I asked.
She looked at me with her typical look of hatred which I was beginning to get used to.
- Better to be a princess than a filthy commoner. And ... I'm a cheerleader remember? Stunts, cheer games, raising the "spirit" of certain team members ... - said, mumbling the last part with a smirk.
-So what every girl should do before there was an apocalypse of half dead freaky cannibals is being cheerleaders right? - I asked in the form of provocation.
-Either that, or act as if they have grown a pair and walk around forever with that air of "I don't care about anyone" - She answered.
I assume this one is for me.
I simply ignore her and turned her my back.
-Go. - I said.
-Where? – She asked.
-For a five star hotel ... of course we go back to the car. Come. It's getting dark. - I said as I was leaving.
Although clearly contradicted, I think that the idea of staying there alone at night did not pleased because she followed me without even arguing.
Narrator POV:
I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you. - Rikke was forced to say.
-It's good that you apologize bitch! Next time you might not be so lucky. And you Gunn. Although you went against everything that I commanded you, and disrespected me for saving her ungrateful ass, since you used what I taught you, for now you will be left unharmed, but your next lesson, when you need to remember who is the one you must respect above all people... it is to fold. - He spit.
Gunn cringed to think what it could happen the next time she disobeyed her father. But she tried to keep a relaxed look to not bother anyone.
Kelda ate another sandwich around the campfire and Rikke was leaning against a tree reading a book in the light of a lantern.
-So kid, do you like the sandwich? - She asked.
-Yes, thank Gunn, I have a little sleep. - Whispered the child.
-So sleep. - She suggested.
-B-But I cannot. My mom always used to tell me a story, and after she died no one told me a story and now these things took Aunt Gretha and ... and ... I'm afraid. - Whimpered a four year old girl.
-Mmmh, wait a minute e, okay? – Gunn said a bit muddled.
Feelings. She never dealt with this very well. And children. Nor had a way good to deal with children either. At the stage she was doing as a nurse she had to deal with children. But it was easy to pretend stability because those children were not related to her emotionally.
"Emotions make us weak." Was a mantra she repeated endlessly in her head.
She went to Rikke and nudged her arm.
-Just to say that ... Kell's scared and crying ...
-You came here to tell me that instead of comforting the Kell? You left her alone? How cruel is that can you be? At what point does your cruelty arrives? - Asked Rikke furious.
-This is not cruelty ... I just have no way. - Murmured.
-Way-to what? - Rikke asked with a serious air.
-Everything. Feelings ... Children. When I was a little ... you know, I had to learn to do things by myself. - Whispered.
Only god knows what it cost her to admit that for her there was no way for this kind of stuff.
She felt vulnerable. She would not break down. Not in front of her younger sister.
She was better than that. She had to be better than that.
-And that's what makes you so beautiful, perfect and makes that you can shit rainbows and unicorns right? - Rikke said with sarcasm evident in his voice.
-Hey kid, do not know what the damn your problem with me, but we are sisters. Deal with it. I will study. Do not forget that you have a scared kitten to comfort. - Gunn said before she was gone quickly.
Rikke looked around her as she put her thoughts in order. Then she got up and went near the fire to comfort little Kelda.
The two sisters slept cuddled each other while the oldest promised to scare all the fears of the youngest away. That night they slept and rested well, they were needing that night of comfort since their mother had died.
Finding peace in the midst of hell. The fate is so ironic isn't it?
-The fucking car still has some gas. I think we can reach a few stables of horses that belonged to a friend of mine. The fool does not care whether we take some borrowed, the maximum he can do if he is there is is trying to eat the shit out of our faces. – Said Arns.
-Sounds like a good idea father. Is it far from here? - Asked Gunn.
-Do not ask questions so obvious bitch. Stop being stupid. I cannot believe you never failed a year at school. Such dumb crap that my daughter is. With genes of that fucking woman I can't be really surprised. Sure it's not far from here asshole, or else we would not have enough diesel. Now go get the your damn sisters. And tell them to go to the fucking car. - He ordered.
-Are we there yet Daddy? - Asked the little girl.
-I am not your daddy kid. Put that in your head. But I am the father of the two bitches sitting here. Want to know a secret? None of them worths much. I should have pulled out. - Muttered.
Pulled-out?- She asked innocently.
-It's nothing tiny, forget it. This man does not know what he says. - Rikke whispered in the ear of the Kitty, so only she could hear.
Gunn heard it and just grunted something unintelligible.
They left the car and approached the stables.
It was a faint red, and seemed old, this was a farmhouse falling apart.
-If we're lucky, some of those piles of shit with four legs will be alive. - Arns said.
Arns looked Gunn, immediately noticing the message, she went off to see if there were any horses in that farm.
There were two live horses. One was white and the other was brown.
They were smeared and weren't brushed for awhile but they were alive.
Gunn slowly convinced them that it was not a threat, catching in two cubes of sugar that she had the backpack and giving one to each of them.
They seemed trained. So it would be easier to mount them.
-I don't ride a horse for a couple of years. But if it is as they say, once you learn you cannot unlearn. - Muttered while preparing so the horses could be mounted.
Then he gave them some water and some hay and when she finished she took them outside.
-Those were the ones I found. I do not think there are more. – Gunn muttered.
-You princess ass, you know riding a horse? - Asked Arns.
-No. Never ridden nor intend to. They are too big, how do you assemble such a thing? - She asked with a scornful look.
-Well it seems that this bitch will learn something new with me today. You will ride with me. Little Kelda goes there with the Gunner. - Commented punning on the name and her musical tastes.
-It's dangerous to ride a horse! Kelda isonly four years! - Complained.
-Will you stop barking? Your sister was only three years older than her when she learned to ride a horse. - He spit.
Before Rikke could give an answer that could lead to a fight, Gunn decided assure you that nothing would happen to the little sister of both.
They were walking at least one hour, the horses did not seem tired which was a good thing, because if the undead appeared, it was good to know that the horses were well enough to gallop.
Gunn and Kelda went ahead in the chestnut horse and Arns and Rikke went after in the white horse.
Everything was going well. If it were not for the current conditions, we could even say it was a moment of creating bonds between father and daughters worthy of a movie.
But like everything that is perfect or close to it ended fast they didn't realized that they were being followed by some of those things.
Gunn was trotting happily while telling Kelda some funny stories she remembered living when she lived with her mother when she was the same age as Kelda. They heard a scream and a gun being fired several times which caused the white horse with Rikke on his torso to move faster. And then he reached to the horse of Gunn.
She looked away and slowed the trot, Rikke was the only one in the horses's back.
Where was Arns?
-Pull her the reins, they are what makes the horse halt. If you give it a slight kick in the side he walks. If you want to stop him you just have to pull the fucking reins. For him move is like a car, you only have to control the reins. - Gunn said quickly.
Rikke did what she said and the horse stopped.
Gunn did the same thing to her horse.
-Oh my father! We have to go back for him. - Said Gunn prepared to make the horse move.
-There are zero chances Gunn! They must have already eaten him! In addition he was bitten! No chance, you yourself said that when those nasty things caught aunt Gretha! - Rikke stated.
-He is my father Vivian! I have to see him at least one last time. I owe him that! - She said starting to gallop away from her sister who just remained where he was.
She got a little closer to the place where her father is but not too much because this could attract trouble.
And if she died Kelda's ass would also be at stake.
-Shit. - She spit.
She looked to where his father lay. He was still alive. She knew this because he was still screaming.
-Help me! Shit these things! Fuck! - Growled.
-I have to finish it. - Murmured.
She would do this for him.
Not worrying about attracting a horde or not he shot each of the 5 zombies who were devouring his father.
-Father? – she asked
-Gunn? Gunn is that you? My vision is getting blurry Gunn. Seems I couldn't escape those fucking bitches. Can you finish this shit for me girl? - Asked by freeing each word slowly.
-I. Can't. – Her ghostly voice whispered.
Kelda was motionless. With her little back against the chest of her older sister.
She could not believe that this was her father. All full of blood. All ... eaten.
She had lost a father once and was now losing another.
Her eyes began to water.
-Stop being such a cowardly kid, do not be a bitch like your mother. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. - He said weakly.
She took a deep breath. Her Beretta was still hot after having killed the other ... beings.
She took more munitions from her backpack, which was just filled with munitions for Beretta, two Desert Eagle guns and two clothe changes, her panties and her notebook.
Put the ammunition in the gun, disarmed the safety trigger. Covered Kelda's eyes and BAM.
A shot could be heard.
That shot drew a few more undead people.
She had no time to lament the fact that she had killed her own father. She nudged the horse with her leg on his side and he began to gallop to the spot where they had left Rikke.
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