Always the Quiet Ones
Chapter V: Sayonara, Hiawatha

Day 41 about 11:18PM
"Shit, shit, shit!" Eddie panted as he kept running with the pistol in his head. I can't believe he left me! Eddie thought. But it did sound like Wyatt was in trouble, maybe he HAD to drive off. Still, he was pretty pissed about it. He heard another car coming his way.

"Shit." Eddie said, still panting. He dived into the woods, ducking down to wait for the truck to pass by. Eddie couldn't make out the color because it was so dark and foggy. He looked next to him and saw a rotten corpse right next to him, and it smelled horrible. Eddie tried to stay quiet as the truck slowly drove by, and it seemed that he was looking for him. He peeked up a bit to see who was driving, but he couldn't see. And fortunately, Eddie wasn't spotted by the man in the truck. He then drove off quite fast. He slowly got up, looking at the road where the man had drove off, and he still couldn't see anything. Eddie took a breath, and then ran off into the woods.

Day 42, about 5:18AM

Eddie walked, holding his side.

"Damn it." Eddie said, looking like he was about to pass out from exhaustion. He was walking for five hours. He sat down for a few minutes. Luckily, he was an open area where he could collect his thoughts peacefully and keep out for walkers. He thought about Wyatt. Why would his best friend leave him like that? It sounded like you were in trouble, Wyatt. Is that why you left? Cause I would have done the same thing. Eddie thought to himself.

"Ponga sus manos en alto, imbécil!" A voice called out. Eddie jumped up and looked around.

"No me hagas ir hasta allí y arranco tus miembros uno por uno!" The voice called out again. Eddie noticed the man spoke Spanish. He only took Spanish for two years in Junior High, but he'll give it a shot.

"Hey amigo! No me refiero a ningún daño!" Eddie said. (Hey friend! I don't mean any harm!)

"Yo no estoy tan seguro de eso, hijo de puta. Ven adentro ahora mismo, o de lo contrario algo malo va a pasar a ti." The man spoke. Eddie tried to get a glimpse of how he looked. He looked to be Mexican.

"Hablas Ingles?" Eddie asked.

"Not very well." The mexican spoke, holding a AK47, walking fastly towards him. He cocked the gun and Eddie raised his hands up.

"I. I am amigo." Eddie said, enuneciating.

"Vete a la mierda, Americano. Yo no te conozco, y tienes que salir de mi propiedad." The mexican said, and he nodded him towards the small church he had in the distance.

"Es que su iglesia?" Eddie asked. (Is that your church?)

"Si. Now, c'mon, Americano." The mexican ordered. Eddie walked forward, sighing. He didn't understand most of the words the mexican had said. The mexican poked Eddie's back with his heavy machine gun. (Yes, Now, come on, American.)

"Easy, man." Eddie groaned.

"Puesto que usted no me puede entender, así que me estoy aprovechando de eso. Voy tomar sus cosas. Es curioso, porque es como hablar en mi propia mente! Puedo decir lo que quiero sin entender. Increíble." The mexican man kept talking.

"I can't hear anything you say, dude. Jesus." Eddie sighed.

"Entra en." (Get inside) The man said, pointing to the inside of the church. Eddie slowly nodded and opened the big doors to the church, walking inside. It had sturdy walls, and the type of chairs that were usually in all the churches.

"Usted no sabe nada de Inglés?" (You don't know any English?) Eddie asked.

"Vete a la mierda." (Fuck off.) The mexican retorted, and he motioned for Eddie to sit down.

"Ki ez? Jorge, akkor nem kellene, hogy minden ember van itt. Tudod, hogyan érzek ezzel kapcsolatban." Another man came out and said, he looked like an indian to Eddie. One of those Indians that were apart of the Iroquois. He wasn't speaking spanish, Eddie knew that for sure.

"Does anyone in here speak ENGLISH!?" Eddie asked, yelling a bit in frustration.

"Yes. Hold on, now. I need to speak with my colleague." The second man said.

"Baszd meg, Tom. Ez az én dolgom." The mexican man said. Apparently he spoke two languages. If Eddie had to take a guess, he'd guess Hungarian. He signed up for a World Language class in his four years of College. He had taken Hungarian for two weeks, so it had to be Hungarian, it sounded just like it.

"Hé srácok, én nem ... uh .." (Hey guys, I don't - uh...) Eddie started to say, but he couldn't really figure out what to say to form a sentence. The two men looked to him, but then looked back to each other.

"Megmentettelek, Jorge. Azt teszed, amit mondok. Csak bukkant ránk, úgy néz ki, mint a. Engedje el." The second man said, crossing his arms.

"Mi nem tehetjük! Tudja, hol vagyunk! Lehet, hogy valaki mással!" The mexican man argued. Eddie seemed to have caught his name in the language they were speaking.

"Jorge?" Eddie asked. Jorge looked to him and raised his eyebrow.

"Tudja a nevem! Lásd! Ő veszélyes!" Jorge turned back to the second man.

"Azt mondtam ki hangosan, Jorge. Most hadd menjen. MOST." The second man ordered. Jorge sighed and walked over to Eddie and grabbed him by the arm and threw him forward.

"I'm sorry about that, kid. Jorge can be rather abrasive at times. He thought you were apart of a group we once were apart of." The second man said, placing his hand on Eddie's shoulder.

"It's fine. How come you speak english, and the other guy doesn't?" Eddie asked.

"I'm Thomas, or Tom. I'm from Hungary. He's from Mexico. The two of us ran into each other and we found this church and survived here since the start. I taught him to speak Hungarian, because that is my native language. I came here in the US about three years ago, hoping to find a change of scenery. Sadly, all I've seen is bunch of racist pricks thinking I'm from the Iroquois tribe." Thomas explained. Eddie felt embarrassed after thinking he was from the Iroquois.

"I'm trying to teach Jorge English, but he's a slow learner with English."

"Well, uh. Can I go?" Eddie asked. Thomas shrugged and then nodded.

"Yes, I'm sorry for everything that's happened." Thomas said, smiling.

"Alright. Sayonara, Hiawatha." Eddie chuckled as he walked out the church doors. Thomas chuckled but Eddie couldn't hear him.

"Actually, uh... do you think I could sleep here? I haven't slept at all." Eddie asked.

"Why not?" Thomas smiled.

To be continued in Chapter 6.

I just wanted to give some backstory on Eddie after what happened when he got seperated from Wyatt. Next chapter will go back to Nick and everyone else, also some more Eddie flashbacks.