"Stay the hell away from us, friends." Amy's dad hissed. Amy ducked behind her dad, trying to avoid the stares of the two men.
the duo glanced at each other uncertainly. Holding their guns tight to their chests.
"hey man, look. We're cool." The younger man said.
"Yes. what my idiot brother here did was fucking stupid." The other one added, glaring at his said-sibling.
"STUPID?! I was doing what you told me to!" The younger man retaliated.
"I didn't say 'shoot goddamn strangers' I said shoot monsters!"
"Well, alrighty then, smartass, I guess Ill just shoot you to, you fucking asshole!"
"Calm the hell down!" Amy's dad interfered. "My daughter is here!"
The older man looked down at Amy.
"Ah, shit, Kyle! Look what you did."
He tried to wave at her in a friendly manner.
She didn't respond.
Frowning, he stood. Adressing himself towards her dad.
"The name is Kevin. And this is my annoying little brother, Kyle." he said, gesturing towards who Amy assumed was Kyle.
"Fuck you."
Amy's dad narrowed his eyes warily at them.
"My name is Wyatt." he said. "And this is my only daughter, Amy."
The two men acknowledged this.
Kevin stepped forward. He had a small brown beard that had hints of grey in it. The beard was like a goatee, finding its way all the way around his mouth. Unlike Kyle, who's face was clean shaven. Kevin was wearing a large blue coat and black sweats with blood splattered on them. Kyle had a green sweatshirt with blue jeans. His hair was a light blonde color. Both they're eyes were brown.
"We can help you." Kevin offered, putting his gun down. "We did this, we can help make it right."
Kyle looked hesitant.
Kevin glared at his younger brother.
"Put your gun down, you fucking idiot."
Kyle dropped his rifle dramatically. Obviously in a terrible mood.
Wyatt glared, before groaning in pain. He collapsed backwards slightly due to his wounded knee.
Kyle watched, actually showing signs of amusement, while Kevin raced forward to support Wyatt.
"Get... Oof... Away from..." Wyatt tried, but his knee hurt to much.
"Look man, I'm tryin to help."
Kyle snorted in annoyance.
"Okay, mate. Our trucks just up the hill. C'mon, we'll take you with us."
Kyle spun around in surprise.
"Fuck no!" He yelled. "To hell with them, Kevin! We gotta focus on ourselves! We're whats important right now! Not some little girl and her dogshit dad!"
"hey, buddy, watch it." Amy's dad hissed.
Kevin frowned sadly at his younger brother,
"I'm disappointed in you, Kyle." He growled, before swinging Wyatts arms over his shoulder and hoisting him up. He supported Wyatt and started leading him back up the hill. Wyatt groaned in pain.
Amy tore her eyes away from them momentarily and glanced over at Kyle.
Kyle looked like he was seething. Amy made eye contact with him. His gaze burned holes through her. He carelessly pointed his gun around. Near her proximity.
"the fuck you lookin at, girlie?" He spat.
Amy yelped and raced towards her dads side.
Kyle laughed.
Kevin was talking to Wyatt as she approached them. Low whispers that she could barely hear. She inched over and held her dads hand.
He looked down at her blue eye and smiled.
"What's wrong with him?" Wyatt asked, turning back to Kyle. Kevin raised his brow at Wyatt.
"lots of things. That kid can be a real asshole sometimes. But he's my brother, so i deal with that shit." Kevin responded. "It's just... Our mom, ya know."
Amy looked towards her dad. Innocence in her gaze.
"Daddy? He said a swear."
"Who, me? Sorry, I will stop for-" Kevin started.
"No, him."
Amy pointed towards Kyle, who was lagging behind. he was holding his gun close to his chest in a protective manner, and he was mumbling something under his breathe. The two made eye contact again, and Kyle flashed his middle finger in a rude gesture towards Amy.
"Hey! That's not fu- er, I mean, that's not freakin cool, man!" He yelled to his brother. Hesitating only when he saw Amy flinch.
"What? Can't cuss no more, Kevin?"
Kevin looked saddened as they reached the top of the hill. Not that far ahead sat a blue Toyota Tundra with the front bumper smashed to hell. It was missing several windows. Including the front.
"what happened with you guys?" Wyatt asked as Kevin set him down.
"Oh, this? Fucking brother jacked my truck. Didn't pay for it, either." Kevin muttered.
Kyle came out of the woods looking pretty pissed off.
"Fuck you, Kevin."
Amy felt terrified. She ran over and shrunk down next to her dad with her eyes wide.
"Please, stop!"
Kevin looked guilty.
he opened the passengers side door, before moving a couple bags to the back. Then, he moved aside and pointed to the front seat.
"Climb in. I'll take a look at that leg of yours."
Wyatt obeyed.
Kevin bent down and started examining the wound. Wyatt groaned in pain every time he touched it. Blood was still leaking from the wound.
"Jesus Christ. It went clean through"
Kyle snorted in amusement.
He pulled his bag out and started collecting some medical supplies from it. Amy decided she didn't want to watch, and she went around the font of the truck to sit down.
She twiddled her thumbs for awhile, feeling absouloutly bored. She wished she had her friend with her. Maybe then she wouldn't be so bored.
If only clementine was here. She would know what to-
Clementine!
Realization hit Amy like a ton of bricks. She stumbled and she climbed to her feet. Trying to regain her balance as she made her way back around the car. Kyle was polishing the tip of his gun not that far away. He eyed Amy suspiciously as she grabbed and tugged on her fathers coat.
"Dad! We have to get home! Now!"