Chapter 6
I glanced over at him momentarily as I crouched behind the counter, looking through all of the different kinds of guns that I had never even held before, much less knew how to use. "Hand me that Kimber, would ya?" He reached a hand towards me, waiting for me to meet him halfway. I looked back to the case, not sure which one he was talking about. "That one." He pointed.
"I know." I said stubbornly as I grabbed the one he had been pointing to and put it in his hand carefully.
"Right." He chuckled. Our skin brushed against each other for a brief second. I looked away quickly and decided to go look at the ammo section instead. He grabbed a duffle bag off the shelf behind him and started looting the guns as fast as he could, like he was on the clock. But I guess we all were on our own clocks now. The thought of the apocalypse should scare me, I suppose. But after watching the one you love die in front of you, you gain a protective shell around you. A casing that forces things like the possibility of your own death to bounce off of you.
Not knowing what the hell I was doing, I began grabbing random boxes of ammo and stacking them on the counter in front of me.
"What the 'ell are you doin'?" He came up behind me, looking over my stacks with a disapproving stare. His dark eyes met mine and that was all I saw, darkness. His eyes had no depth, no warmth.
"Gettin' ammo." I raised my voice. There was no way this stranger was going to intimidate me, even though he was holding a bag full of weapons. "These things do require it, right?" I raised an eyebrow in his direction.
"Smart ass." He shook his head. "You're gettin' all the wrong ones." He grabbed one of the stacks and started looking through them. He took two boxes from what I had and put them in the bag. "These things are useless if you ain't got the right ammo." He shook his head and walked away from me, back to the gun case. "Dumb bitch." He mumbled under his breath.
"Excuse me?" I took a defensive step towards him and put a hand on my hip. For most guys, this would signal an apology. But this guy was different.
"Oh, I'm sorry Princess. Did you 'ear me?"
"You don't even know my name. Don't act like you know me." I scrunched my eyebrows together.
He stood up straight and took a step towards me. "Let me guess." He dropped the bag on the ground next to him and took slow steps towards me as he spoke. "You're a college girl, probably a freshman with a drinkin' problem. But Mommy and Daddy don't know that. In fact they're probably payin' your way through Georgia State so you can ditch all your classes and sleep around with every guy on campus that's just a little below your 'standards'. You prob'ly have a boyfriend, he prob'ly even played football in high school. He has no idea that your legs are open more than your mouth. He didn't think it was possible." He smirked as he stood right in front of me. I was fighting back tears now, and he knew it. "You told him you loved him, he dumped you for some bitch who puts out more than you. But you were gonna dump 'em anyway 'cause he was never good enough for Mommy and Daddy. He was just 'round to keep you busy and get you into some frat parties. You prob'ly don't have too many friends either. My guess is that your roommate don't like you too much, but you force her to be your friend anyway. Cause' that's all you've got. You act like you're tough shit, when really you've probably never even held a gun before, or had to do your own laundry. You're just some rich bastard's daughter who's whorin' her way through college just like she did in high school." He smiled a toothy grin. "And your name is somethin' like Destiny or Chloe. How much of that did I get wrong?"
I clenched my jaw, fighting back the tears that were welling in the corners of my eyes.
"Go to hell." I snapped at him.
"I'm already there Princess." He winked at me. "'scuse me." He smiled and brushed past me to grab something off the wall that looked like a torture device."
"What's that?" I asked.
He sighed and turned back to me. "'s a crossbow." He walked back over to me and grabbed the bag that was laying at my feet. "Here." He reached into the bag and pulled out a small black gun and handed it to me. Then he handed me a box of ammo from under the counter. "You're gettin' on my damn nerves Blondie."
I held the gun out in front of me, looking at it and turning it over in my hands. "How do I use it?" I asked.
He sighed heavily and grabbed some other things from below the counter. "Here. These are mags. You put the rounds in 'ere, put them in the gun, and fire."
"But I've never shot a gun." I said nervously.
"I guess you better learn then." He smiled and hopped over the counter, walking towards the back door of the store. "One more thang." He turned back to me. "What the 'ell are you doin' in a gun store?"
"I wanted to buy a gun."
"Why?" He chuckled.
"So I could kill the son o' a bitch that killed my boyfriend." I said seriously. There was a moment of silence as my words hung like smoke in the air. He looked over me again before turning towards the door.
"Aim for th' head." He mumbled.
I nodded and watched as Daryl Dixon walked out the door with no desire in ever looking back.
