Chapter 7
The next morning, I wake in the RV. I must have nodded off in there, and no one wanted to disturb me. I hear the chatters of people, and figure that I'd slept longer than I should have. Gradually, I sit upright in the seat, trailing my fingers to the cut on my head. I must have forgotten to bandage it last night, after what happened with Amy. I look over to the medical supplies, still laid out on the table. Well, my heads done okay so far might as well just leave it now.
As I step outside, I feel the air hit me almost immediately. It was ever so slightly cooler than normal, compared to the heat we'd been getting recently. I struggle to see anything at first, but as my eyes began to adjust to the light I found myself staring at two women, holding a line full, and I mean full, of fish.
Amy turns to see me walking towards them, and obviously has to mock my late arrival. "Look guys, sleepy heads woke up!" I give her the pleasure of a small grin appearing on my face, damn it. "Ha, very funny." I reply, in a playfully, yet serious tone, or somewhere along that line. "Where did all the food come from?" I ask, pointing to the row of fish. Amy and Andrea both look down, both of them glaring proudly at the line. "No way, you two did that? God I didn't know two blondes could be so clever!" I tease, causing Amy to give me a look of pure hatred, of course to then be lifted with laughter. "Well, I guess you're not getting any now!"
By this time, I realise that both Andrea and Lori, had gone. We'd been standing here flirtatiously arguing in front of all these people, and I couldn't help but feel a slight blush peel across my face. After we both stop laughing, we just stare at each other, rather awkwardly. I never noticed how blue her eyes were, deep blue, like the waves of the sea, they were beautiful. "You're doing it again." She says, disturbing the gaze. I try to avoid looking her in the eye after that, staring awkwardly down, at anything else. I shake my head in confusion to her question, but I knew exactly what she had meant. I was staring at her again. "I don't know what on Earth you mean." I respond, sarcastically. God, this whole flirting thing, I am just awful at.
"Chris! You here?" I hear coming from the woods. It was Shane for sure; me and Amy both turn in his direction. "You okay bro?" I muster, trying to forget about what happened the previous day. I was still kind of angry with him, but I knew that he'd done the wrong things for the right reason. "Hey man, it looks like we might have a problem with Jim, I'm gonna have to go deal with that." He looks at me again, I notice a slight change in his eyes as he zooms in on the cut he gave me, and I know he felt bad at least. "Look, can you just check through the woods for me? Just make sure we ain't got any walkers nearby?" He seemed pretty desperate.
After the crew had left for Atlanta, there wasn't much man power left to defend us. I knew that, but still, I didn't feel like helping him. "Fine," I sigh, "Leave it with me." After that, he nods at me and leaves.
I walk back over to the RV, and step inside. Lying on one of the tables was a pistol, my pistol. I walk over to it and lift it, and I don't know why, but it felt good, powerful. As I place the gun in my holster, I turn to find Amy standing in the doorway. "Want a hand out there?"