"So…" Paul trailed off awkwardly. He didn't really know how to start a conversation with the girl next to him. All through their few years of friendship he would rarely ever be the one to start a conversation between the two of them.
Usually someone else would start one and he would jump in, else it would result in a very awkward conversation, with him looking stupid and her walking away and Cindy making fun of him later.
Ariel shifted through the boxes in front of her, not really knowing what to grab as she wasn't one for booze. Moving a box of white wines to her left, she let out a 'hmm' to let Paul know she was listening and continued on with her task.
Clearing his throat, Paul started again. "Do you go to these parties often?" He kept his eyes on the crate of canned Bud in front of him, tapping the top of the cans as he counted them, trying to guestamate how many were packed in there.
His nervous actions went unnoticed to Ariel as she stood up and patted her hands on her jeans. "Naw, I only go when Cindy really wants to go. I make sure she goes home to her parents and with some guy. You know how her ma is, 'sides I wouldn't dare come home drunk, Merle would beat my ass with a switch.
Paul laughed nervously at the mention of her eldest brother. He had been frightened of him since their first meeting. Merle had made sure to leave an impression on all of her male friends. It was nearly impossible to get a boyfriend with how protective they were of her, but then again it wasn't like she wanted one anyway. Most the guys round their parts, with an exception of few, were like miniature carbon copies of Merle.
Shaking her head at the thought, Ariel grabbed a heavy box of some type of beer. "Let's take these to the truck and get some of the older stuff, he prolly wont notice the old shit gone. He'll prolly think he done tossed it."
Paul nodded and bent to pick the crate of Bud when a high pitched scream ripped through the bar. Ariel jumped and nearly dropped the box that she was holding. "Damn it Cindy!"
Paul sighed and jogged over to the door.
"She probably saw a spider or a roach, tell her to shut it up 'fore she wakes up your uncle."
"Wha-what the hell! Get off 'er!"
Paul ran out of the storage room and into the bar area. Ariel threw down the box she was attempting to pick up and ran after him. "What's going on! What happening!"
Ariel hurried to the door way and stopped in her tracks. Nothing in her life could have prepared her for what was in front of her.
Paul was trying to pry his uncle off of Cindy, who was latched on, pulling a strip of her cheek from her face. It reminded her of when they were little and they tried to strip the bark off of a baby tree. It would peel, but not rip off and ooze some stickiness.
"What the fuck!" Paul ripped his uncle off of Cindy and punched him, sending him back into a booth, the wooden table crackling under him.
Paul ran over to Cindy who was still screaming. Pushing at the strip of skin, trying to put it back into place over her face. Ariel was paralyzed. She couldn't move or tear her eyes away from Cindy, as Paul tries to help her. Hitting him as he unintentionally hurt her, just by touching.
Her red stained tongue visible through the gap. Her prized pearly whites now shades of red and pinks.
Stumbling back into the door frame, Ariel couldn't take her eyes off her bestfriend as her feel to her knees, body convulsing in pain or shock, she didn't know.
A cry from Paul drew her eyes to him, as he punched at his rabid uncle, his teeth making snapping noises as he tried to take a bite out of his nephew. Pushing him off again, he grabbed at Cindy and bit down into her arm, tearing flesh and muscle clean from the bone.
"Cindy!" Paul lunged at his uncle again, trying to pull him off her.
Ariel felt her legs give out and she fell to the floor. Hitting her self in the face she berated herself. 'Come on! What the fuck are you doing get up getupgetupgetup help help help!'
Looking around frantically Ariel's eyes landed under the counter where Paul's uncle kept his shot gun for when the customers got rowdy. Diving for it, Ariel pulled herself up with the counter. Legs and arms shaky like a day old doe, Ariel aimed and pulled the trigger.
So yeah...I have like all this stuff planned out for this story, BUT the beginning. Beginnings are always my worst. I plan to do a bit before Rick and all that and will follow the TV series, with a bit veering here and there for character development and timeline purposes.
Anyway, thanks to all that alerted to this. Touched meh heart. :3
Review? Criticism is always welcome as long as it's constructive. I like to know what I should improve on in my writing.
I know I tend to ramble a bit with my characters and I always try and correct that and edit it out as much as possible, but I always tend to give maybe more details then necessary as I try and write how I picture it in my head...doesn't always translate well to writing, but I hope the more I write the better it will get. :3
