I don't own Zombieland, Columbus, Wichita, Little Rock or Tallahassee.

Pontiac, Harvey, Cheyenne and Trent are my creation as is this story. This is a work for my love or obsession for all thing zombies. Please R&R

Chapter 12

A shoulder to cry on

"Ok. Well it not going to be as famous your life. Mister U tube star." Cheyenne said with a smile.

"Me and Trent. We grow up out side Seattle Washington. I was a very good gymnasts. I still am. I was on the track and field and even the baseball team. Are team was called the Blue Hawks. And my mother a… She was a very gifted doctor/surgeon and a very kind women. In her free time she operated a small free clinic." Cheyenne stop and took a deep breath.

Pontiac could see that talking about her parents. Was a sore subject so he want her to know she didn't have to go there. "We don't have to talk about your folks. If you don't want to Cheyenne."

"Thank. But its ok They were good people and I want tell you about them.." She took another deep breath and said. "My dad was a lawyer. He was a good person. He help people that couldn't afford a Lawyer. He'd let his clients pay in other way. Like Free diner for all of us at this family restaurants. Trent was crazy about this one client that owned an ice cream parlor. I guess free ice cream for life will do that to any kid."

Pontiac couldn't help but smile at Trent going crazy in an ice cream parlor.

"I was going to follow into my mother foot steps and become a doctor. Before I was ten I read all the medical book she had and I understand every word of it. She taught me every thing she could about medicine even emergency Treatment Burns, shallow and deep cut. How to reset broken bone, even how to treat a puncher wounds and how to diagnose and treat an infection from viral to bacterial. I was going to John Hopkins University Like my mom. My mom and dad were so proud of me They said I'd get accepted no doubt about it. My dad would joke about. He would always say. Something like well I talked to my bookie and put another grand on sweet heart. Hone were going to be able to retire early dear if I keep this up. And mom would yell at him. She'd say stop teasing your daughter. Cheyenne stopped talking and thought about the last day She saw them. Pontiac could tell she was struggling with her filling. Her hand were balled into fist clenching her shirt hem and her eye were filling with tears. He know how this story was going to end. He seen it and heard it before. But he never got use to it and it still hurt every time someone told it. His heart sank. And that old familiar filing started to over powering him. He was never sure what the to do in this situation. He was never good with people to being with especially some one he just melt. It was hard to do but he move closer to Cheyenne. He placed his hand on her hand and said in husky voice. "It's Ok you don't have to tell me. It alright Cheyenne. I'll understand"

"No pleas let me finish. It'll help to get it and they were good people. Mom just knew things were going to get real bad in the city. So we left Seattle for dads hunting cabin. It was closer then are lake house. We spent a week up there before they finally found us. Me and Trent were playing chess out side on the pick net table When we saw them coming out of the woods. I ran over to Trent and grabbed him by his hand ripped him out of his chair. He yelled out in pain. We headed for the car. As we ran I yelled out that they were here. That was the Plan. Mom, dad ran out of the cabin with dads golf clubs in there hands and… They put them self in between us and the big group of zombies of about Twelve. I stopped and looked back. I held Trent close. I didn't realize how close they were to me and Trent. I should have picked him up when grabbed. Mom, Dad were

fought as hard as they could. But there were To many. And they were forced down to the ground and torn apart. There last words were. "Run babies run. Get away." They yelled it out with there last breath. I picked Trent up and ran to the car. Its my fault there gone I should have pick Trent earlier. I should have known he wouldn't be able to keep up with me. So I slowed down for him. It my fault there dead. If I just picked him up and carried him They still be hear. Trent would still have a mom and dad. Why didn't I just pick him up." Cheyenne was crying hard now and was having a hard time breathing.

He know that filling. Hell it was what almost killed twice in his life. Maybe he could have done this and that different. For once he knew what needed to be said. Hell its what he been wanting hear. He grabbed her by the shoulder. She looked up at him. His jaw was tight and then he said in a calm smoothing voice. "Its not your fault Cheyenne. Don't even think that. You did every thing right And your mom and dad would be so proud of you. Don't you ever forget that. And remember they loved you and your brother. So very much. Its not your fault. It never was." She throw to her self at him and wrapped her arms around him. and she laid her head on his left shoulder. Pontiac a little surprised by her response. He slowly and unsurely he return the hug. He patted her back before he started to rub her back softly. His embrace was firm and comfortable. Her fears, her doubt started to melt way. She begging rock her self in his warm strong arms. As he whispered. "It ok. Let it out" in her ears.

He smelled of old spice and gunpowder. She could heard his heart beat though his vest. It was strong and calming to her for some reason. She sat there for hours just listing to his heart beat and berthing in his aroma. Pontiac just held her and doing his best to calm her down. He seemed so nice so caring. It was hard but she broke away from him and he let her go. She looked away from him. He handed her a small pack of tissue paper. She took them from him and blow noise. And with another one she whipped the tears from her eyes. Pontiac became over whelmed with the urge to say something to break the silence. But he didn't know what to say. So he spoke from his heart. "I'm fill like I should say something else but I'm not sure. I was never good with people. I'm sorry about your family Cheyenne. I wish I could do something else to help you fill better. But sorry is all I can think of." She looked up at him with a look he was sure was shock. Pontiac filling like he said the wrong thing. He looked away filling even more uncomfortable and wishing he hadn't said anything at all.

Cheyenne could tell he was very uncomfortable. He has done some much for her and Trent and he wanted to do more. She put her right hand under his chin and slowly pulled it so she could see his face. He looked at her face to face. She said in a calming voice and with a big smile. "You've done everything right Pontiac. Thank you so very much for saving us and for being here for me just now. You did everything right."

Her eyes were red from her tears. But he could some how tell she was telling the truth. He looked down then back in her eyes before saying with a little smile. "Thank you and I'm happy I could help." They sat there for a little bit just staring into each other eyes.

"We should really get to bed." Cheyenne said as she got up off the couch and smoothed the wrinkles out of her shirt before offering her Hand to Pontiac. Pontiac grabbed his bag off the floor and pulled him self up with Cheyenne help. Then they walked towards the garage. Pontiac said with a smile. "So this is what it's like to be on the other end of walking someone to their door."

She laughed a little before saying "Night Pontiac. See you tomorrow morning and thanks for saving us to day. I'm sorry about locking you in here like this."

"Well thanks for laughing at my stupid joke and as for this. Relaxes Cheyenne it ok. this makes senses. You don't know me so it ok and you're welcome. Good night Cheyenne. I hope you have nothing but good dreams." He said as he step into the garage. She grabbed him by the right shoulder and turned him back around. She leaned forwards and gave him kiss on the cheek.

"What was that for." Pontiac said with a stun look on his face.

"For being a really good guy." She said in a soft voice.

"You didn't have to do that Cheyenne."

"I know. But I wanted to." She Replied before shutting the door and locking it. Pontiac walked over to his bed and sat down. He took off his boots, vest and guns and placed them at the foot of his bed. He laid back and fell asleep. Pontiac found himself in an dark and lonesome hall. He was in an hospital. He could tell by the smell. The air was putrid and it filled his lungs with every breath. It was so strong he felt like vomiting. He looked at his reflection on a window. He was in his old black tactical uniform. He turn around and stated to walked down the hall way. He had his M-16 ready to kill any thing that crossed his path. As he passed door ways and other adjoining hall ways. He would swing around the corners and scan it for danger. Then the hospital erupted with scream and gun fire. As the gun fire died down the moans of the horde got louder and louder till he couldn't take it any more. He shot up so fast he hurt his neck. I hate that fucking dream he thought. As his heart pounding He ran his shaking hands through his hair before looking at his watch. Four o three. He got out of the bed and walked over to an window on the garage door. He peeked out the window. The Culs-de-sac was still empty.

He walked back to the bed. He wasn't going back to sleep and the garage was cold. So he might as well get a good workout. So he start running in place. He would push him self as hard as he could for over an hour. Then a hundred squat thrusts, pushups, mountain climbers, sit-ups and pull-ups if he could find something he could use.

(I'm standing on a podium) I'm not sure if this story has a following! But I know there at lease one person that a fan and they like it! (My right arm up in the air and my index finger pointing to the sky) So for him or her and all the other fans that are out there! (I bring my arm to my side before I wave it in front of me pointing to the crowd) I will continue to pour forth this story! I will do my very best to fight writer's block and my very own self doubts about keeping this story going.(My hand closed to a fist now and pounding against my chest) Cause iv spent much of my free time reading stories on this sight. Stories that I've falling in love with. Only to come to the last chapter and realizes it was the end.

Sorry! I got a little carried away. But I meant every word of it. SO THANKS TO THOSE WHO LEFT A REVIWE AND FOR THOSE WHO WILL LEAVE A REVIWE! Thank again. X D