AN: So here is chapter 2 as promised, I hope you guys enjoy. Sorry again if there are any mistakes or anything.
It didn't take too long until I got home from the hospital. I have an hour or so until I have to get ready for tonight so I think I'll relax watch a few episodes of The Walking Dead season 5, even though I have already watched them all. After I unlocked the front door and put my things away I ran into the living room and hooked my laptop to the tv using a HDMI cable and put on the first episode of season 5. While it was loading I went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea and then ran back into the living room and pressed play, jumping on to the beige leather sofa. It's a rare and enjoyable thing to see Norman Reedus tied up looking hot and sweaty, something about his large biceps tensing made me, and probably every fan girl out there squirm with delight. However, when I first saw this episode with Fatma we were both yelling at the screen- imagining the worst. But what I enjoyed most of all about this episode was how badass Carol was. After finishing the episode and seeing the heart-warming reunion between the characters in the second episode with Judith I realised the time. It was nearing 4:30 although I still had plenty of time I didn't want to rush so I paused the episode there and started to get ready. Starting with a shower upstairs.
The second part of getting ready is the fun part, once out of the shower and relatively dry, I started to apply my makeup. I think this time I'll go for a slightly seductive look, but not too much that it becomes slutty. With the foundation and concealer applied I started to highlight my skin, using a palette of makeup which my eldest sister Rachael had gotten me, also using the darker tones to create more depth and shadow in the areas around my jaw and under my cheekbones slightly. Just to make them slightly more pronounced but not overly done, it still had a natural look to it. After putting on the rest of my make up I looked into the mirror over the bathroom sink to make sure it looked okay. I had put on a slightly rose coloured blush, a mixture of brown eyeshadows which darkened at the outer corner of my eye, winged out my eyeliner slightly to make my eyes look bigger and used those single false eyelashes accompanied by mascara. I then unplaited my hair and ran my fingers through it, freeing the curls from being clumped together. The tight ringlets resting slightly on the small of my back. It was nearing 6 o'clock so I ran down the hall and into my room and put on the radio loud, playing some old 80's songs.
*Huh, yeah, woo, hey yeah, huh
Ooh yeah, uh huh, yeah
I want to dance
Clock strikes upon the hour
And the sun begins to fade
Still enough time to figure out
How to chase my blues away*
I then opened my oak drawers to select underwear for tonight. I knew that I was going to wear my skin coloured stockings with the black laced top and hold ups so I get something that'll go with it. The matching set with a red lace lining around the top of the bra and around the edges of the panties will go nicely, I pick them out of the drawers and throw them on to the bed. I've got to be able to tease this guy, and no- there is no way in hell that he's coming home with me tonight or that anything is going to happen. I guess it's because I never get chance to wear this kind of lingerie anymore so I look for reasons to wear it. After putting everything on, I looked at myself in the full length mirror-
Suddenly there was a crash from downstairs, not knowing what it was I grabbed my dressing gown and wandered down stairs, as quietly and fast as I could. It's probably just the neighbour's cat again, that stupid thing doesn't seem to know what a window is. It's done it a few times but nothing in the past few months or more.
*I've done alright up till now
It's the light of day that shows me how
And when the night falls, the loneliness calls*
From where I stood I could hear a number of different voices. I got further down the stairs I heard one in particular "Is that music playing?" It was a man. Shit I'm being bloody robbed! I turned quickly and grabbed the metal pole on the landing which was used to open the attic earlier in the week to get out some things.
*Oh, I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me*
"I knew this place weren't empty, got damn electrics for god sake and it's too clean. I ain't likin' it one bit." It was a different voice this time. A lot huskier and rougher than the first one. There were a lot more voices but I couldn't hear them clearly.
*Oh, I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me
I've been in love and lost my senses
Spinning through the town
Sooner or later the fever ends
And I wind up feeling down
I need a man who'll take a chance
On a love that burns hot enough to last
So when the night falls
My lonely heart calls*
I came down the stairs quickly and yelled into the living room "I don't know who you are or what you want but get out of my house. I've already rung the police and they're on their way". All the voices in the room went quiet the moment I spoke. I could hear my heart racing in my ears and adrenaline take over me.
After a few hushed murmurs a man came out of the living room, he was covered in what looked like blood, dirt and sweat. He was scaring the shit out of me. His beard was long and messy, not to mention his greasy, disgusting hair which was almost pinned back from the amount of grease. He looked straight through me, confused at first. His eyes looking me up and down and rested on the metal bar which I held in my hands. I suddenly felt very self conscious of what I was wearing, no doubt he was guessing just what I had on underneath as my dressing gown wasn't long enough to hide all of my legs as it stopped just above the knee. My grip tightened on the metal pole. "Who are you?" I tried hard not to let my voice tremble but it was hard. I had had taekwondo lessons before and even gotten my black belt but I don't think this would help me here. I don't know how many more of them there were in the living room. Probably too many for me to take on.
"What's your name?" he spoke calmly, it was the first voice I heard earlier. His gaze was fixed on mine now, it was unsettling. I could feel something telling me to run, my legs were trembling slightly.
"I asked first " I spat. I could still hear the music playing from upstairs.
Another man came out of the room now who was in the same messy condition that the first man was. He also looked extremely confused as he looked at me, almost scanning. His beard was a lot shorter, almost a goatee but his hair was a lot longer and hung before his eyes. What was most interesting was that he held a fucking crossbow on his back. A crossbow. Of all things. My eyes then snapped back towards first man and I scanned him for weapons. I could see a gun and what looked like a blade with a red long handle. Fuck. I'm screwed. Now I was really panicking and I think they could tell and the first guy was raising his hands and said "my names Rick Grimes, this is Daryl. Now, who are you?"
I felt anger boil from deep inside me, did these two think I was a fucking idiot? "Who do you think I am? Do I look like an idiot? Who are you?! You know what I don't fucking care just. Get. OUT!"
The second guy looked really pissed off now and strode towards me. " We told ya who we are, now tell us or all shove an arrow in that lil' head of yours" he was now reaching for his cross bow and before I could really think- I acted, smashing the metal bar down on him.
*Hoo, hoo, dance, c'mon baby*
He went to grab it but missed so it came down on his shoulder.
*Woo, yeah*
He let out a yelp and then tried to hit me with his other arm, more accurately his fist. I just managed to dodge it but wasn't ready for when he swung his crossbow into me. I could feel the pain in my side slightly but it just made me all the more on edge. I was acting in auto pilot, everything I had learnt in self defence class just came to me and before I knew what I had the guy in a headlock on the ground.
*Woah
Don't ya wanna dance with me baby?*
I felt a sudden pang of pain as the first guy pulled me off the second one. He has his hand gripped around my throat and was forcing me up against the stairs cupboard. I dont know when it happened, probably when I was fighting with the other arsehole but my dressing gown had came loose, exposing my lingerie. Which just made me struggle more, trying to cover up. This is so embarrassing... He manages to grip both of my hands above my head and for a moment I stop struggling and look at the guy infront of me. The smell from these guys is just disgusting, so much so that I'm gagging. These guys smell worse than they look. "Daryl, you okay?" he turns around to face the other guy and I can see the guy's nose is bleeding. Good. He's up though... not so good.
"Yea, im alright. lil' bitch got me hard though." It wasn't until then that I noticed the southern american accent on both of the guys, I am beyond confused. I try looking at both of them, try and take in their appearances. This can't be right. "Where's the rest of your group?" The guy who was supposedly Daryl asked me. I can see his eyes look over me again and pause on my chest before looking at me dead in the eyes again.
"I haven't got a group now stop playing your little game the police will be here any time now." I haven't rung the police, like an idiot I just went in head first. I got more looks of confusion between the two and now I can see that more people have filed through into the hallway. The entire thing just made me want to laugh and I do. They all resemble characters from The Walking Dead. This cannot be happening.. What's really annoying me though is the looks that they're giving me. I start to struggle again and Rick's hold tightens on me.
*Don't ya wanna dance? Say you wanna dance
Don't ya wanna dance?*
My leg goes up to knee him where it will really hurt and I succeed, manage to push him off me and into the group of people and then duck under Daryl's outstretched hands. Kicking him square in the stomach and I try and race upstairs. I can lock myself in my room that way but I'm too late.
*Don't ya wanna dance? Say you wanna dance
Don't ya wanna dance?
(Hoo, hoo)
Dance
(Hoo, hoo, hoo)
Hoo, hoo, hey baby*
Like the Whitney Houston song, I'm finished. Rick has his giant red handled blade out, pressed up against my throat while he has me pressed against the floor of the bottom steps. His eyes are beyond scaring me, he has a crazed look. Mad. "Y-you can't get away with this. They'll catch you." I should've just made a run for it earlier.
"Ye? who? Tell us! Is it your group? Ya working with terminus?" Daryl yelled at me.
"No! The fucking police, you idiot"
"There isn't any police anymore" Rick said still looking deranged At this point I'm surprised no one else hasn't said anything. I look over to where everyone else is and I can see a teenager, not much younger than Omak, Fatma's youngest sister. I think Rick knows I'm looking at Carl as he forcefully turns my face back towards him. "Look at me, I ain't taking your shit anymore! One bad move and you're dead."
I clamp my eyes shut, too scared to directly look at him, but his grip on my face hardens "there are police and they will find you!" I look back at Rick. "Where do you think you are Rick?"
"Outskirts of Georgia, in the middle of a fucking apocalypse" At this point I have too much adrenaline running through my veins to really think straight. I start to laugh which just makes him press even harder down on my throat using the blade.
"Get off me. I'll give you points for trying but no. You're in England and there is no bloody apocalypse." I cough slightly as the pressure is getting to be a bit too much for me to be able to breathe. I think the blade has broken my skin as I can feel a stinging sensation and warm liquid flow down my neck. Rick gets up off me, and looks down at me with a mixture of pity and confusion, as if I'm the one who's deranged. He still holds his blade out at me as if I'm going to go mad and attack them.
"She's out of her mind, just leave her" Says a woman who I'm guessing is Maggie as she has attached herself to the Asian guy which of course must be Glenn.
"Just look outside if you don't believe me. Then we'll see who's out of their mind" I get up and wrap my dressing gown firmly around me, I can see the sash on the floor next to Daryls feet. His eyes follow mine to the floor and he picks it up handing it over. Thankfully throughout the entire fight I didn't have any slips where more parts of me were showing. After tying my dressing gown together and regaining a small amount of dignity I look over at Rick "Can I?" he stares at me for a while, as if he evaluating me. Once a few more seconds pass Rick nods his head so I walk past him to the front door, I really hope that this is my world and not theirs. After taking a deep breath I open the door.
AN: Well I tried to make it a little comical with the music lyrics but I'm not sure if I pulled it off. The idea was that the music was playing in the background while the fight went on :P Oh well, Thanks for reading. The 3rd chapter will be up soon. leave me a review and let me know what you think. :)