Everything has it's time.
Ecclesiastes 3:1
'What do you mean you caused this?'
Micah tried hard not to slam her hand down onto the table in front of the young man but instead her voice became loud and sharp. The young man simply lowered his eyes and Micah instantly felt regret for shouting at him.
It had taken Micah all morning to get ready; most of her time taken up in ensuring that the man in her room would not die or hurt himself before she got back.
All night he had been crying out, tossing about as though he were in a fight and the only relief when Micah took hold of his hand or mumble meaninglessly to him.
Other than that, trying to find someone who had gone into hiding was hard enough without them being withdrawn from everything in fear.
Micah knew she had found the right teenager when he jumped and knocked over the table when she had simply knocked on the door. Someone who is innocent does not jump like a fish on the deck unless they have something to hide.
Still posing as FBI agent Alice Staley, Micah thought it would be hard to get Liam Lane to confess but he cracked.
'You wouldn't believe me if I told you.' He cried, hands covering his face. Micah glanced around the messy caravan, beer bottles and microwave meal boxes littered the place.
'Try me. That's why I am here.'
Liam dragged in a deep breath, staring anywhere but Micah as he tried to form words.
'Look, Mr Lane. I am here because of all of your friends, you are the only one still living. Now either you can tell me what is going on or I can arrest you on the suspicion of-'
'No!' he shouted, waving his hands in disagreement. 'No please don't. God… look, we were all in the same class,'
Raising an eyebrow, Micah waited for him to elaborate.
'Mythology. In class we had a lesson on necromancy we thought it would be funny to try it out.'
Micah rolled her eyes, leaning back on the chair as it started to make sense. That was one way to bring back something from the dead, and lead it to being pissed off enough to kill.
'We didn't think it would actually work! It's just a pile of shit words that we chanted.'
'Look Mr Lane,' Micah pushed in, rising to her feet. 'It is very real, as you are now well aware of. Now you have a choice to make.'
After changing at the motel, Micah took five minutes to care for the man.
He had not stirred much, and carefully Micah tipped some water into his mouth. The one thing she wouldn't want is for him to die of hunger or thirst.
'What the hell happened to you?' She asked but was not surprised when she received only silence.
Loading up her car with what she would need, Micah waited until it was dark before she drove over to the local cemetery. Pulling out her small duffle bag, Micah slipped off her denim jacket. If she was going to be fighting something un-dead, she would need all the mobility she could get. Slinging it over her shoulder, she gathered up her long hair and tied it behind her, spying Liam beside his own car.
'Is that a Dodge Charger?'
Micah sighed, looking back at her black baby before nudging Liam to get a move on.
'Sixty Nine,' she replied.
Handing Liam a shovel, Micah waited for the one question that always came out about this time.
'You're not really a fed are you?'
It had not taken long to find and re-dig Katie Murrow's grave.
Much to Liam's shock and disgust, the coffin was broken and no body lay in the torn white silk.
All around the inside of the coffin, symbols and words were scratched and burnt into the dark wood and Micah groaned, climbing out of the dirt to stand beside Liam.
'What the hell? I have to go…'
Before he could get too far, Micah grabbed his shoulder, holding him steady.
'You started this, you can help me finish it.'
'But zombies are not real!'
There was a scream behind them and Liam coward behind Micah as she grabbed her gun, aiming to the sound before she tossed it to Liam.
'You know how to fire one right?'
He nodded weakly and Micah sighed, lifting two stakes out of the duffle bag.
'What are you going to do with them?'
Without looking at him, Micah kept her eyes sharp in the dark for Katie. Liam was bait, and she knew that zombies would not pass up the chance to kill, even if it was right beside their grave.
'Pin her back to death. You're the bait, so try and lure her here.'
Liam nodded slightly and began to move but Micah stopped him again.
'Run away, and she'll find and kill you if I don't get to you first.' She shoved him in the shoulder and as he moved slowly out of sight, Micah crouched behind a large tombstone.
As she waited, all she could think about was the man back at the motel.
If she got this wrapped up tonight, then tomorrow she would be leaving, but what would she do with him? Leave him therefore someone else to find?
She tightened her grip on the wooden stakes in her hand, trying to focus on the current hunt. She could worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
Sure enough there was a cry and Micah sharpened her eyes and focus.
As soon as the pounding feet were close, Micah was quick to her feet as she ran around, seeing Katie holding Liam to a tree.
'Help!'
With quick steps, Micah readied herself for an attack and fired a shot, hitting the woman in the shoulder. Liam dropped to the ground, the shot gun out of reach as Katie turned to Micah.
'Come get it bitch.'
'I do not want you.' She snapped back and Micah was taken back. She has thought that she would be too angry, too consumed with rage to be thinking clear enough for conversation. Katie moved, her bare feet leaving prints in the damp grass. The white floral dress she was wearing was torn and stained, with both her blood and that of the victims.
Peering at Micah through dark hair, Katie gave a sick grin.
'I ripped out there throats just to make sure they didn't chant anyone else back.' Her eyes narrowed and voice darkened.
'He brought me back. He disturbed my peace! Him and all the others. Why couldn't they just leave me be? Why did I have to be the one to be the victim of their sick games?'
'Your right, Katie. It was unfair and wrong.' Micah risked a quick glance at Liam, who was too shocked to do anything but lie at the base of the tree and watch Katie as she paced in front of him.
In the dark, it was hard to see her clearly, and it gave Micah the illusion that Katie was alive and well, beautiful and young rather than a walking corpse.
'I can end it for you,' Micah said smoothly, trying not to enrage the zombie again to the point where it could risk Liam. Of course she was the one that had made him bait but the son of a bitch deserved this terror.
Katie shook her head.
'No, I don't want to. I'm alive again. Once I have dealt with him,' she snapped, flicking her head down to watch Liam, 'I can go back to my family…'
Micah shook her head and flinched when Katie snapped back at her, hissing.
'You're dead, Katie. There is no way that you can ever go back to being normal. I'd have to hunt you down and kill you.'
This made her angry and she charged at Micah, but she was ready.
Katie crashed into Micah, impaling herself on the wooden stake. She stiffened, groaning like a wounded animal before she tried to grab at Micah's throat. With a brief struggle, Micah brought them both around before she stepped forward. Katie cried out, Micah falling on top of her in the coffin.
'No!' she screamed but Micah didn't listen, just pushed harder on the stake before stabbing the other through her chest with a sickening crunch.
Katie twitched for a while but then fell still, eyes shut and silent.
Breathing in heavily, Micah shut the coffin lid and climbed out of the grave, eyes checking Liam for any injuries that needed attention but other than wide eyes and a few bruises, Micah was sure he would survive.
Knowing that things such as necromancy and zombies were real?
A few years afraid of the dark.
Sighing as she slid into the drivers seat of her car, Micah ran both hands through her hair as she watched Liam through the rear vision mirror, trudging up the stairs to his door and fumbling with the keys. It was difficult to convince him to keep this to himself; the promise of hunting him down if he didn't seemed to be constructive.
Bringing the car to life and pulling slowly out onto the road, Micah found her thoughts wondering. As she and Liam were filling in the grave once again, she could not help but think of her own parents. Katie had no children, but being a daughter herself would mean she had a mother and father out there somewhere. If Micah was in Katie's position, she would be sure that she would want to see her family, find them and try and live again.
But everything was planned, and all things alive had their time to live. Once dead they should stay dead.
Micah liked to think that things were planned, a higher power above her. Maybe it was just her way of not having so much burden, but she also hated the idea of not being in full control.
Everything happens for a reason.
She could remember her cousin telling her that, over and over for years. In a way it is true, but Micah knew things could still be changed the way she wanted things to go.
Pulling into the motel, Micah turned down the music and parked the car swiftly before grabbing her bag. Quietly she unlocked the motel door but she almost kicked it in when she heard a cry from inside. Tossing the bag aside, Micah ran straight over to the bed, the man thrashing violently. She struggled to catch his hands, trying to stop him from hurting himself but he was strong for someone who should be weak.
'Please, don't! Run-' he yelled, almost crying and only then did Micah managed to put her weight over him, keeping him still as she peered down at him. His handsome face was sad, shining with sweat as his mouth formed words that his voice couldn't find.
'Forgive me…'
Micah had to breathe in deep for breath when blue eyes met hers suddenly.
They stared at her, and for a moment Micah thought they would be unseeing but as a strand of her hair fell across her neck, those eyes flickered and followed it.
'Hey,' Micah said with a smile, but the man didn't respond. His face wrinkled with pain and his eyes closed briefly before fixing on Micah again.
'You… are you…'
Micah stopped him, sliding off him and the bed as she slowly released her tight grip on his wrists. He didn't move, only his head turning to keep his eyes locked on her.
Enchanted by his eyes, Micah couldn't find any words, had no idea what to say but she just smiled reassuringly, happy that he was alive.
'Hush. I am helping you.' Micah stood, pulling down the blankets from him, 'I'll take you to the hospital…'
A hand gripped her wrist, making Micah jump and she almost instinctively punch him but she held onto her control. Blue eyes were penetrating through Micah as she snapped her head back to him.
'No, please. I want to stay with you…'
Then without another word, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he collapsed back into the pillows.
Micah didn't know what to do.
Quickly she checked his pulse; steady and strong.
Her mind was screaming to leave him, to give him to actual doctors who could help him but her stomach writhed at the idea, every instinct she had taught herself and trust with her life screaming to help this man.
It was the worst time to decide to adopt an extra; the world still in chaos from the apocalypse and what if he turned out to be a murderer? Sure she could take care of herself, but Micah didn't want to be helping someone or something who she would just end up killing course she had done all the tests; holy water, silver knife the works, he was human.
As she thought, the stranger on the bed mumbled again.
He was begging for forgiveness, over and over, asking his father and Dean to forgive him. What could he have done to be so hurt, physically and mentally?
Once Micah had packed up her few things and left the motel key under the matt, Micah re-dressed the man in his now dry clothes and helped him into her car.
As she drove, Micah's eyes continuously fell onto the man beside her.
Who was he? What had happened? Would he thank Micah or would he demand he be returned?
Did he have a family?
Would he wake up?
Would he be forgiven?
Only time could give Micah the answers.
Forgive me if there areany errors etc, my computer died so couldnt use spell check haha.
Let me know what you think. Any ideas or suggestions are welcomed.
Silver-Kirin
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