Second chapter update ladies and gents! Enjoy!
2.
"Come with me if you want to live."
"What?"
The brunette rolls her eyes "Seriously? Terminator?" I blink at her "OK that is just depressing. Come on Riser bait, MOVE IT." She grabs my arm and pushes me behind her before taking a swing at the last head. "Buttercup you better start running or I am going to leave your gorgeous ass here. If you aren't as blind as you are idiotic you'll notice the new pack coming towards us. So either get to my baby or kiss me goodbye for I'm going down swinging."
"What?"
"Just get on the bike."
"Why?"
The thudding steps and deathly groans of more Risers reaches my ears. I look up and see another four heading our way. The brunette before me just sighs as she fires another bullet as if this was all just a nuisance than a life or death situation.
"Do you really want to argue over whether or not you want me to save your life? Cause as beautiful as you are I will not object to leaving your stupid ass here if you do not get to my bike in the next five seconds." She snarks, taking a few practice swings in jest.
I go to argue again, because apparently I have a death wish, but she leaves no room for argument. She grabs me by the collar of my shirt and pulls me towards the bike, only slowing slightly when she hears my painful whimper as I hobble on my bad ankle. "Sit down, shut up, put on the helmet and be prepared for the ride of your life sweet cheeks." She smiles, turning back to the Risers, bat at the ready.
Thankfully I decide to shut my bloody mouth and not say another word as I watch this bizarre creature sing and dance while she bashes in the heads of the undead as if it were a sport.
I mean seriously, why is she singing? And, oh my God, is that….Heads Will Roll by the Yeah Yeah Yeah's?
"Off with your head!" She yelled, smacking the bat over a Risers head and knocking it clear off. "Woo, yeah dance 'til you're dead!" A cackle escaped her lips as she took another swing "Boom, boom HEADS WILL ROLL!"
Yeah, she's singing it.
I roll my eyes and sigh at my utter misfortune. Of course I just had to be saved by a lunatic, just had to be. Though she's a lunatic with a good swing so I can't complain too much I guess.
"C'mon dahrling," She yells, her accent rolling the r's in that dreadful term of endearment. "I told you to put that helmet on that pretty head of yours while I deal with these blokes, don't make me stop just to come do it myself cupcake."
I take it back, I'd rather go back to the Risers than deal with this pompous woman.
A loud groan reached my ears.
Never mind, I'll stick with the obnoxious woman. With that decision I slide the helmet onto my head, nearly falling off the damn motorcycle in my haste. I hope that the brunette nuisance didn't see but from the laugh that escapes her lips as she smashes the final Riser's head in I know she did. Unless she really gets a laugh out of smashing up dead bodies. Which could definitely be true.
"Alright sweet cheeks," Leather-Clad smirks, slipping her leg over the machine and starting the engine "Hold on tight, where ever you like, and let's get that fine arse of yours to a safe place."
I huff angrily and grab her shoulders, hard. "Will you please stop calling me that? I'm not a little thing for you to play with so you better stop it or I swear I'll-"
"Chill lady, just trying lighten the mood over our very likely deaths, live a little before you die. Only way to get a little excitement these days seeing as the TV signal is out of commission and sadly Netflix is out of the question, just the chill is in at the moment."
She revved her beast and drove forward, I yelped at the sudden movement and quickly grabbed tightly onto her waist, pinching her hard as she laughed as some form of retribution.
"I know what the chill bit means and that will not be happening." I snap over the loud engine. The damn woman just laughs as if my annoyance was amusing. The freaking cheek of it is enough to make my blood boil. "Where the hell are you taking me anyway?"
"A little safe haven I call 'Oz', taking it back to the roots and all that. Probably not to your liking Princess, bit too down in the dirt for you I'm sure."
I just growl angrily and say nothing, deciding it's better to keep my mouth shut so as to dissuade the petulant child. Instead I sneakily tighten my grip and lean further forward to rest my eyes. With the lack of rest and the unknown length of time on this godforsaken motorcycle journey I find myself overcome with exhaustion.
The growl of the bike and the vibrations of the machine against my body make for a rather relaxing journey and I was able to rest for the duration of the journey. Until of course Leather-Clad decided to start singing.
"We like to sleep all day and party all night, this is how we like to live our life. I got a feeling that everything will be all right so come on, come on!" She sang, bopping her head along to her words. "Come on Sleeping Beauty, can't deny I have a sexy arse voice can you?"
"Shut up." I mutter.
"Oh, come on Princess it's just a little bit of fun." The woman laughed, nudging me slightly with her elbow. "Live a little."
Apparently I wasn't going to get that nap I wanted since Miss Chatty-McChatterson couldn't keep her mouth shut for just one minute so I decided to fight back. "You know I have a name right? It isn't Princess, or sweet cheeks or even gorgeous, it's Clarke."
She laughed as she curled the bike around the bend. "Clarke, hmm? Great name to go with a gorgeous-"
"If that sentence ends how I think it is going to I swear I will beat the crap out of you with your own softball bat."
"Woah, hold some of that fire for when we crash into some more Risers. Gotta say though, love a girl who has-" I cut Leather-Clad off again with a smack to the back of her head.
"I swear to God." I snap, digging my fingers hard into this frustrating woman's sides. "If I had known that you were going to be a pain in my ass after rescuing me I would have thrown myself to the damn Risers and be done with it."
A faux gasp escapes her lips, a hand coming to rest over her heart. "I'm insulted! To think even during the middle of a Zombie Apocalypse someone can still give an almost identical 'not even if you were the last person on Earth' insult. I am both impressed and hurt because here I thought you were enjoying holding me as I drove."
"You are impossible!"
"Thank you."
"It's not a compliment."
"I know, I'm just enjoying riling you up." The brunette turned to look over her shoulder and winked at me.
"You're….annoying." I mutter, looking to the road and wishing the bike helmet I had on was one of the large professional ones. If it was maybe I could drown out this nuisance's voice and have the nap I need. Of course I'm not that lucky. The damn thing doesn't even have the windowy looking part that I can snap down for finality.
"I prefer Lexa, but annoying seems like an interesting nickname so go with whatever you want….Clarke." She smiled lightly as she turned another corner. "Dahrling, we're here."
Huffing I go to smack her again before I register what she had said. I look around her to catch a look of where she had taken me. What I saw I can say for certain I definitely was not expecting.
Ahead was a rudimentary blocking system that seemed to still be in development. A few dead Riser bodies were trapped in block, it was rather disgusting but seemed to be working well. Behind this wall, that I'd guess to be about five foot, I could just about see the tops of houses and the shimmering amber colour of fires that must have been lit by whoever resided behind the walls.
"How do we get-" I started before the Lexa woman stopped about a metre of so before the wall. I held a little tighter so as not to fall off the side, pinching a little when she snickered, and waiting with baited breath for what was to happen.
She revved three times, a gap between each rev with the last being longer than the rest. Nothing appeared to happen until a clanging of metal could be heard and then a scraping began as an entrance was made.
I tried to hide my gasp of astonishment but I wasn't successful as Leather-Clad felt the need to laugh loudly at it as she started driving forward through the gap. "Cool, huh? It's why I call it Oz, like stepping into a different world. You'll understand more when I give you the tour."
Yeah, right, like I'm going to spend more time with this horny woman. The moment this bike stops I'm off to find someone who could help in finding my family.
Of course I was so wrapped up in my decision making of where to go and ask that I didn't realise the bike had stopped and was being leant to the side, not until I fell off that is. It was then I learnt that my ankle was worse than I first thought.
"Fuucccckkkkkkkkk!" I cried, sitting up and grabbing my injured ankle. "Mother of Jesus Christ. Ow, ow, ow, ow, oowwwww!"
While clutching my ankle I don't really notice the commotion going on around me. People seem to be coming towards us, a few calling for Leather-Clad but from the constant calls she probably wasn't listening. Typical. Next thing I knew the helmet on my head was being removed and I came face to face with warm green eyes.
"Hey are you alright-" They started
"I swear to God if you use another tacky term instead of my name I will-"
Lexa laughed "Yes I know, I know, you'll beat me up with my own softball bat. I was actually going to say your name Miss Grouchy and ask how your ankle was. I knew it was damaged but clearly it is worse than you were letting on." She turned away from me for a moment and called out for a first aid kit before turning back "Let's get that patched up then we'll take you to the resting site. You look like you could use a nap."
"I would have had one if you had let me." I huff, crossing my arms like a petulant child.
Rolling her eyes playfully Lexa sits down next to my foot and lifts it onto her lap, I go to question what she is doing before another voice interrupts me.
"Oh for God's sake Lexa, can you not just go on a normal patrol without bringing someone back?" A snarky female voice says. I turn and watch as a dark haired girl limps towards us. Her dark eyes are fiery and fierce as if she had just come back from war. Which from the brace on her leg and the scar across her cheek I assume it is very possible that that is true.
"Seriously Lex, do you enjoy showing off?"
Lexa chuckles "Raven, calm yourself, you know I have to help a damsel in distress. This very lovely lady was practically begging me to help her! I'm a hero, isn't that right Princess Clarke?"
"Nope." I state in a monotone while looking at this Raven woman. "She kidnapped me. I'm here against my will. Save me."
"Wait, girlie, c'mon I saved you from Risers!" Lexa exclaimed.
I continue to look at Raven "She screamed like a little bitch when they came at her, I had to use her own softball bat to save her. Pathetic really." I finally turn to Lexa, amusement written all over my face at the disbelief on the brunette's face. "Isn't that right, sweet cheeks?"
Lexa just stuttered and turned bright red while Raven burst into hysterical laughter before collapsing to the floor right next to me. "I love this girl, can I keep her?" She threw a casual arm over my shoulder "I'm Raven as you heard, medical and mechanical engineer of this fine establishment. I would like to congratulate you on being able to shut Lexa up, I've been trying to do that since the apocalypse."
A snort escapes my lips over this Raven girls words as I look over at the very annoyed Lexa. I smirk at her as if to say, game over. Then a sense of dread washes over me when she smiles softly back and winks. It was almost as if she was trying to say, round two.
"Anyway, before this one over here thinks of a new comeback, let's get that ankle of yours checked out. Lexa, hold her still so I can examine it." Raven said, moving to Lexa's place with the first aid kit in tow. Lexa came and sat next to me, a twitch of a smile at the edge of her lips when I rolled my eyes at her.
"This is going to hurt so…Lexa cover her mouth."
"Wait, wh-" My voice was cut off by a rough hand, then an arm wrapped around my shoulder blades holding me in place. I muttered and growled against the hand attempting to do anything to get it removed. Even resorting to licking the rudimentary defence. That was a very bad idea.
A sultry chuckle escaped Lexa's lips, "You know if you wanted to use your tongue there are better-OW!" She swapped the hand on my mouth for the opposite one, pulling it across my lips and having me lean backwards on the arm behind my back. "Raven she bit me!"
"Serves you right you perv." Raven muttered as she pulled out her supplies. "Now, Clarke was it?" I nod "Clarke, I'm about to start my examination and the initiate the appropriate treatment, OK? Try not to bite Lexa again please. I don't want to have to deal with two whiner babies."
I huff but nod with a promise of no more biting, still glaring slightly at the leather-clad woman beside me.
The glare doesn't last long when the examination starts. I let out a muffled scream from behind Lexa's hand and dig my head into the woman's shoulder, punching her lightly so she doesn't make a joke. I groan, cry and scream silently throughout the process. God I still can't believe how much of a freaking idiot I was.
Jumping out of a window.
Genius move there Clarke.
"Ah, severe sprain." Raven states as she removes her hands. "Just need to RICE it and it should be fine in a few weeks at least. Maybe sooner if you rest it well enough." She nods her head to two people stood nearby who make their way towards us.
Removing Lexa's hand I turn and ask "Why are you using rice to help my ankle?"
A guffaw of laughter escapes Raven's lips as she doubles over laughing.
Turning to Lexa I give her a look to make her explain what the hell is going on. She has a sparkle of laughter in her stupid green eyes but lightly taps my nose before saying "RICE is an acronym for sprain treatment, it means 'rest, ice, compressions and elevate'. Raven just sometimes forgets that not everyone speaks medical talk."
Raising a hand to my head I rub my temples, I should have known that considering who my parents are. Mother Doctor and psychologist father, they'd be disappointed. More my Mom than Dad, she always wished I'd gone to med school instead. That's not the point right now. The point is I'm being lifted off the ground by two strangers.
"Calm down there Princess, this is Octavia and Lincoln." Lexa says, motioning to the people who have my arms over their shoulders. "They are going to take you to the recuperation room. I'll be there soon just have to put my baby away."
I groan in annoyance "Do you really have to come? You've done your bit, now leaaveeeee."
Raven snickered again as she stood up and began walking with us. "Oh yeah Blondie, I'm keeping you." She walked ahead of us, her brace not hindering her in the slightest, if anything she walked with more determination in each step. "Muscle damage, sometimes it heals over time, sometimes it doesn't, and clearly I was the half where it didn't."
"I'm sorry-" I start, feeling guilty over the fact that I must have been openly staring.
Raven just waved it off and smiled "Don't apologise Lexa's girl, calm yourself and go rest that foot of yours. I don't want to have to come and beat your ass with a softball bat for not listening to your doctor." Winking back at me she left for a different direction.
I started to smile before I realised.
"I'M NOT LEXA'S GIRL!"
Her echoing laughter sounded back to me as well as my two carriers' quiet snickers and I growled in annoyance. It was like being back in university. God, why didn't I just let myself be taken by the Risers?