By the morning the two of them had reached the road that they needed to get to, the road in which would start to take them East to their long away destination. This stretch of highway was a mixture of trees and the Arizona desert. Of course this road was mostly empty of any human activity or traffic. The only signs of cars or trucks, were the occasional rusted out, broken down, and wrecked ones on the side of the road that they came across.
For the next few days they kept walking on foot along this road. Walking at a slow but steady pace. They had gotten a routine down, which was silently agreed upon. Each day they would eat some breakfast and have some water, then would get started on walking. After a few hours of walking, they would take a break for about an hour or so on the side of the road, while having a small snack and more water, before walking again. Then when it got dark or close to dark, they would settle down for the night, eat some dinner and get some sleep, outside before having to start back up again in the morning.
Bonnie didn't say much to Damon and remained silent with him the majority of the time and kept herself guarded as the days passed by. She only spoke to him a handful of times and when she did, it was strictly on a business deal type of situation, such as them discussing what they needed to do next or go to next. Or how they needed to carefully conserve the food and water that they had and not eat too much of it until they could find more.
And as a result of this, Damon only asked questions on the 'business' level that she insisted that he did and kept his comments the same or just giving his best advice on the plans that they should go on about surviving for the day. After her response to him questioning her about the Militia, he figured that it was smart not to push her at this point.
On the fourth day of them walking on this road that lead East, he heard something that made his ears perk up.
"Wait, what is that.?" Damon asked out loud.
"What is what?" Bonnie was walking slightly ahead of him.
"I hear something." Damon replied.
She looked back over her shoulder at him. "Really, what are you hearing, because I don't hear anything."
He stopped in his tracks to get a better sense of hearing. "Someone's coming."
Bonnie stopped walking as well, to ask him what did he mean. Then she heard it the slightest sound of what sounded like a car or vehicle on the road. Even if they were rare in this type of world, she was familiar with the sound when she heard it.
Then Damon turned in the direction of where the sound was coming from and saw in the distance, from behind them that there was a glint of a shine that bounced off of a vehicle, this glint caused by the sun bouncing off of it.
She turned her head in the direction in which he was looking. A vehicle of some kind, that was too far in the distance for the moment to tell exactly what kind it was, was heading towards them at a decent rate of speed. "Someone's driving." Bonnie said in a certain tone, because it was so rare to see working vehicles.
Damon's lips formed a half smirk. "I told you so. Aren't we the lucky ones!"
"How are we lucky?" Bonnie turned her attention from the vehicle to him.
"We've been walking on this road for days and we might catch a break from that." Damon reached his arm out and held up his thumb.
"What are you doing?" Bonnie furrowed her brow.
"Hitch hiking." Damon hinted.
Bonnie just stared at him like she didn't have a clue.
Seeing her expression, Damon explained. "You know if you're walking along and are tired of doing so. Then a car comes along and you signal for them to pull over telling them that you would like a ride."
She muttered. "Oh, that's what it is then."
He was nearly amused. "You've never hitchhiked before?"
"Nope, it's rare that you see people coming along driving and when I do see them, I don't signal for a ride. I tend not to trust strangers."
"Well, I'm a stranger to you and I prove that you can trust me." He pointed out.
Bonnie just snorted.
"Well, I will prove how much that you can trust me." Damon returned. "Come on, relax Bonnie this will be good for us."
"I don't know." Bonnie was doubtful. "Getting into some person's vehicle in these times, doesn't seem like a smart idea."
Damon waved his free hand. "What can it hurt to try."
Bonnie was about to say something to counter, however when she returned her attention to the road, she saw that the vehicle had gotten closer to them than she realized to the point that it was almost reaching them.
"Perfect! It's a camper." Damon grew hopeful. "There ought to be plenty of room for us."
She still remained weary as she eyed the camper getting closer still.
He on the other hand, tried for a friendly smile on his face and raised his thumb higher in the attempt to get the driver's attention.
Though, it was clear from Bonnie's point of view that this camper wasn't interested in slowing down or stopping for them. In fact from her judgment the driver appeared to be speeding up as if he or she driving had spotted them and wanted to avoid the idea of picking them up.
"Hey, could you give us a lift?" Damon yelled out towards the camper.
"It appears whoever is driving doesn't want to give us a lift." Bonnie observed. "We shou…." She paused mid sentence when the large vehicle picked up even more speed now. Not only it was picking up speed, but it was swerving towards the shoulder of the road heading towards him.
"What in the hell…" His attempt at a friendly smile faded when he saw the driver headed towards them, like whoever it was, was drunk of something.
Her green eyes widened as the camper barrelled quickly towards them. "I think we better get the heck out of the way."
Alarmed raised in him, as he knew that she was right. "Shit, watch out."
The two of them jumped to the sandy grass off of the shoulder of the road, just as the camper sped by them and missed plowing into them by mere inches. Recklessly almost running them over. The camper then pulled back onto the road and kept going into the direction that it was.
"Damn, if I didn't know any better I would say that the driver tried to run us over on purpose." Damon spat sand out of his mouth.
"As I said you can't trust any fucking stranger." Bonnie snipped out.
"I didn't think that it would hurt to try," Damon pleaded.
Bonnie deadpanned. "And your trying almost got us ran over."
Damon grumbled. "By bad, I just was hoping that someone would lend us a helping hand."
"Yeah, how many people are willing to lend a helping hand in this world." She grumbled.
"You have a point there." He saw got to his feet and saw that she was still on the ground. "Here, let me get you up."
"I can get my own self up." She snatched her arm away from his outreaching hand.
Damon just sighed.
Bonnie got to her feet and glared in the direction of the fleeing camper. "That fucking bastard definitely tried to run us over with intent."
Damon watched the camper get further and further away, until it disappeared from sight. "Right, we did nothing to that driver, I certainly don't appreciate an attempt on my life, especially for no reason."
The brown-skinned beauty brushed the sand off of her pants. "Whoever it is, they better just be lucky that they can drive fast enough to get away from me because otherwise….."
Even though she didn't finish what she had to say, Damon knew what she meant and he completely agreed with her.
"Let's just keep going." Bonnie scowled.
"Okay." Damon said with a long breath.
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They walked along that road for another couple of days, and besides the reckless driver that had almost ran them over, they hadn't seen another human being around besides the two of them still.
After days of walking the long stretch of road, that had nothing but trees and desert surrounding it, they had finally came up on some buildings. These buildings surrounded both sides of the road and do so for several miles. And these buildings were what used to be a shopping district of a close by town. Stores, shops, businesses, restaurants, and a supermarket was what these buildings consisted of.
But, of course due to the state of the world and it being the post apocalypse, no one had shopped or been to these stores in decades. And like many areas in America, the place had been completely abandoned by humans. None of the places currently around them had been used or attended to in years.
And like many cities, towns, suburbs, districts, or any area that contained buildings and/or homes. This shopping district showed the effects of man not being around it in many years and showed heavy sighs that many areas did of the post apocalyptic world. Any areas or buildings that were fortunate enough not to be destroyed, in the destructive storms, blizzards, and floods. Had showed signs of nature reclaiming places where the human race once dominated. With humans no longer around to help keep areas clean, secure and maintained. Nature had taken over.
Which meant that grass, weeds, and bushes had grown between the cracks of concrete. And trees and vines grew on the outside walls of some of these buildings and houses. Sometimes wildlife had taken over in the cities or towns, where humans once thrived over thirty years ago. But, those humans thrived no longer and it was almost like the earth was getting back to a time where it was, before man came along.
Another effect of the lack of human presence and the time that went by, was that many buildings were old and wore down, fading away or on the verge of crumbling.
The two of them stood side by side, as they observed the area around them.
"Look at everything around here, there might actually be something useful for us somewhere." Bonnie started.
"Agreed. We should have a look in some of these buildings and see what we can find." Damon returned.
"A smart idea." Bonnie said.
His eyes scanned all around them. "It's quite a few buildings to search through however, we should put aside this day to look for anything that we can find and then move out tomorrow perhaps."
She looked down at her watch. It was slightly before noon. "Yes, we'll dedicate this day to searching for supplies and food and then we can move on tomorrow."
Damon was just glad that she agreed with him on something. "Alright then, let's begin our search."
So they walked a little down the road, to see what buildings that would be best for them to search. That was when Damon spotted something that caught his eye.
"McDonald's?" Damon questioned eying the medium sized building.
She saw what he was looking at and saw the place, that was surrounded by tall grass in what used to be it's parking lot. But, now resembled more of a lawn that was uncut for a long time. This McDonald's had cracked windows and faded out paint the outside. Near the back of the buildings, there was a drive thru menu, which wasn't readable from where they stood and half of the drive thru menu was overtaken by vines.
The place had obviously seen better days back then. "Yep, that's a McDonald's." She confirmed.
His eyes shifted up to the old McDonald's sign, that had a yellow line shaped into an him and at the bottom it said "millions served." And he thought that it meant millions of people served and was quite amazed by that.
"What exactly is a McDonald's.?" Damon wondered.
"It was a place that served food to people…..you know before the world went to shit." Bonnie explained.
"Really, what kind of food?" Damon questioned.
"They called it quick, no fast food and people could order and get hot food served to them within minutes." Bonnie stated.
Damon licked his lips as he looked at the sign. "Sounds both convenient and delicious."
Bonnie mumbled. "Maybe, but spots like this McDonald's are long gone obviously."
"People who lived before the apocalypse were lucky and had no idea how good they had it." Damon commented.
"I say that I make my own luck." Bonnie gestured.
"How did you know what McDonald's was, if it was around before the world went to shit." Damon moved his eyes from the sign towards her.
She shrugged. "My dad told me, he was around before all of the shit happened."
His interest was peaked. "And where is your dad now?"
This question had Bonnie stiffen for a moment, before her expression quickly went to blank and aloof. "I doubt that there will be anything useful in there, so we should try somewhere else."
He took notice of how she completely avoided the question of her dad. Her remaining still guarded and keeping him at a certain distance emotionally.
Bonnie went on. "We should try over there, that looks like it could offer something perhaps."
Damon pointed to the large store, which was a little ways away from where McDonald's was. "You mean the one that says Wal-Mart?"
"Exactly the one." Bonnie confirmed.
"Cool, let's check it out." Damon mumbled.
They headed towards the big store, walking across the large parking lot that was empty, with the exception of about ten cars parked in the spaces, scattered across the lot. When they reached the front, they saw that the glass doors were sealed shut, So, it took Damon several minutes and his man strength to pri them open.
"Whew." Damon blow out once they were open. "Ladies first."
She moved ahead of him and into the store. The light from the day and the sun, lit the first half yards of the store. But, beyond that the store was pitch black. Despite it being daylight outside, the rest of the store was dark because of there being no electricity and no windows beyond the front of the store.
To counter this the pair got out their flashlights and turned them on. Then they proceeded further into the store. Moving past the cash registers and conveyor belts that were covered in a heavy coat of dust. Lined up in a one from one to twenty.
Damon paused as his flashlight shined over something that read. 'Tweet this code to your mobile device for savings.'
"What does 'tweet' mean?" Damon was perplexed.
"How should I know." Bonnie raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like a strange thing to tell someone to do."
Damon snorted. "Yeah, like they're trying to tell you to make the sound of a dumb bird."
Bonnie shrugged. "I don't even know what a mobile device is. Must of been an item that they had back then."
"Must of been." He agreed.
The two of them had moved deeper inside of the store, their flashlights casting narrow beams of light through the dust that hung in the air. Since the store was so big they separated to look in different areas of the store and agreed to met back up in a spot in thirty minutes.
Bonnie looked around for what could be useful for them. She didn't find much in the way of food. She figured that the Wal-mart's shelves had most likely been snatched clean of any food, a long time ago. More than likely during the weeks after the storms started when food was running out and people realizing that stores weren't going to be restocked, went and bought every food and water source that they could.
But, of course it being hard to find food was expected in this world. Still she found somethings that she thought may help them out. Such as some batteries and a bottle of chewable multi vitamins. Which would assist the body, in a world where a person could go sometimes days without eating. They currently had food, but that was running down with each day that the two of them ate more of it. And one never could be sure when they would be lucky enough to find food next.
She looked a little more, but didn't find much else that would help them in surviving. So she went back to the meeting spot and waited for Damon. Soon, she heard footsteps and saw a beam of light headed towards her. A minute later, Damon had approached her.
"Find anything?" Damon wanted to know.
"Some batteries for our flashlights." Bonnie replied. "And some vitamins. I put them in my backpack."
"Those will be helpful." Damon commented.
Bonnie eyed him, his face lit somewhat by the flashlight that he held. "And you, did your search come up with something?"
Damon held out his other hand to show what items that he had collected. "I found a few matchbooks, put with matches."
She nodded. "Oh, then that will help if we need to start a fire somewhere."
"Exactly. And I didn't find food, which is not surprising, however I did find about four bottles of Powerade." Damon directed.
"Powerade." Bonnie looked at the bottles in his hand.
"Yeah, it says that it's a sports drink, with electrolytes and it's suppose to help hydrate you better than water can." Damon explained.
"In that case, Damon you seem to becoming more useful to me each and every passing day, then I originally thought that you were going to be." Bonnie commented.
He placed the matches and the powerade into his duffle bag. "I choose to take that as a compliment."
She simply pursed her lips. "Um hmmmm."
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They spent the remainder of the rest of that day searching through the stores and buildings around the shopping districts. Once again they didn't find anything in the shape of food or anything to eat. And some buildings were completely empty of other items that they needed. But, scattered around the area, they did happen to find a handful more of supplies.
They kept looking until night time fell and then decided to find somewhere that they could sleep in. That was when they found a storage place which looked favorable to sleep in.
Damon tested the front door of the storage building. "Locked."
"I can easily fix that." Bonnie tone wasn't bothered.
"How, there's no way that you have the key." Damon returned.
"I don't." Bonnie pointed out. "But, I don't need a key to get in."
He glanced at her sideways. "How do you figure that."
She sighed. "Just watch and learn."
Damon took a step back, curious as to what she was about to do.
Bonnie dugged through the pockets of her hoodies and got out a hairpin, a short metal nail, and an old credit card. She got down to her knees and worked the hairpin and the nail into the keyhole.
Damon stood there and watched as she maneuvered the utensils through the small keyhole.
She pressed her tongue to the corner of her mouth, as she concentrated at the task at hand. She kept working it until she hard a click and then used the credit card and slide it between the space of the door and the doorjamb. Bonnie got back to her feet and pressed on the door.
Much to Damon's surprise, the door opened.
"Ah, success!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"Whoa, that actually worked." Damon whistled.
She put the stuff back into her pockets. "I know what I am doing."
He directed. "Obviously, where did you learn to do that?"
Bonnie patted her pocket. "I taught myself how to do it."
Damon grinned. "Impressive, If I do say so."
She just smirked in response.
He walked inside, with his flashlight shining over what was the office area of the storage building. "Sleeping, in here is good for tonight or do you want us to check further inside."
Bonnie yawned and stepped inside. She looked around. The space was big enough for two people to sleep completely in. "Sleeping in here is fine. We move out at the break of dawn tomorrow."
"Agreed." Damon gave her a single nod.
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At the break of dawn the two of them gathered of their things and left the storage place. They returned to the road that was leading East, as the shopping district was still around them. About an hour later the sun was halfway rising in the sky and they were near the edge of the shopping district.
Suddenly, Bonnie's mood turned from blank contentment, to fury. "Son of a bitch."
Damon was taken aback by her quick change of mood from calm to upset. "I didn't do anything."
"Not you." Bonnie waved with her hand. "Over there."
He followed her hand wave with his eyes, and saw the camper that had tried to run them over a few days ago. "Oh, I see now."
Her eyes narrowed in the direction on that camper. "I didn't think that we would even see this rat again, but it seems like the whoever it is decided to make a stop here."
Damon wondered why as he eyed the camper, as the sun continued to rise.
With a curse under her breath, Bonnie took off in the direction of the camper in a run.
"Hey, Bonnie. What are you doing?" Damon's eyes bugged out.
Ignoring him, she kept running in the direction of the camper, with the intentions of giving the driver a piece of her mind and more.
"Hey, Bonnie." Damon took off in a sprint after her. And was able to catch up to her. He moved in front of her to block her from running.
She gave him an annoyed look. "Out of my way, Damon."
He held up his hands, as a sign for her to calm down. "Hold on, just wait a minute."
"Wait for what? Whoever is in that camper tried to run us over. And you already know how I deal with people who try to kill me." Bonnie snapped out. "You're telling me that we should let this bastard go, after he almost killed us. You're not upset that they tried to kill you?"
Damon lowered his hands. "Hell yeah, I'm upset more than that I was pissed. But, you going in ahead of me without warning, rushing in there to confront the asshole might be dangerous. Considering that the driver had clear intentions on killing the both of us. Who knows what weapons he or she might hit you with it you go busting in. I'm here to watch your back, so at least let me go into the camper with you more carefully."
Because he explained it the way that he did, she softened her tone. "Fine, then we'll confront the rat bastard together."
He gave her the thumbs up.
Slowing her pace, Bonnie headed towards the direction of the camper with him at her side.
Carefully, they approached the camper until the two of them were outside of the door. They stood on either side of the door, each drawing out their weapons. Damon got out his revolver and Bonnie got out her pistol from her her holster.
Then he slowly opened the door and stepped inside with Bonnie following closely behind. The first thing that they were hit with was the stench of overwhelming piss and strong offensive body odor. It may have been tough for some people to be able to bathe in the current conditions of this planet. Yet, this person took the lack of bathing to the next level. To the point that the stink was nearly gagging to the senses.
Damon mouthed silently to her. "This guy reeks."
And it certainly was a guy, that looked as bad as he smelled. He was laying back in the driver's seat, fast asleep his mouth wide open in a snore. He was a rail-thin man, whose clothes were soiled in dirt and he had stringy blonde hair and a poor excuse for facial hair.
Disgusted by his appearance and still, Bonnie mouthed back. "Let's wake his ass up."
Following her lead, the two of them walked up to the driver who had no clue that they had entered into the camper.
Bonnie tapped him on his shoulder with the butt of her pistol. But, the man was still knocked out and snoring.
So Damon gave it a try, leaning down he said loudly into the man's ear. "Wake the fuck up."
Startled out of his sleep. The man woke up with a scream. "Aha."
""Nice work, that did the trick." Bonnie directed at Damon.
The man sat up in his seat and rubbed at his eyes. Blinking several times, like he was trying to clear the sleep from his head. Then he focused on a the man and a woman standing before him. One white, with a black beard, black hair, and icy blue eyes. And the woman caramel skinned with emerald green eyes.
"What in the horse crap is going on here?" The man asked in a sleep heavy voice.
"Sorry, to wake you….." Damon paused. "Well, actually I'm not."
The man's emotional quickly grew to annoyance. "Who are you people and how dare you storm up on my camper."
"We need about talk." Bonnie stated firmly.
The man glowered. "About what? I don't know you people."
Damon narrowed his eyes. "You don't know us? But, you saw us just the other day."
The man squinted. "I don't know you, what in the hell are you talking about."
"You mean that you don't remember seeing us?" Bonnie tapped an impatient finger on her weapon.
"Are you deaf. As I said I didn't see you and I don't know either of you." The man barked.
"Then your short term memory must suck." Damon gruffed. "Because we were the ones who you weren't so nice to on the side of the road."
"I…" The man paused as he thought back.
Bonnie glared at him. "Is it coming back to you now."
He looked back and forth, between the faces of Damon and Bonnie and saw how displeased that they both look.
She saw the realization come to his face. "That's right, we were the ones that you tried to run off of the damn road."
Damon added. "And the ones that you nearly killed."
"So, it really was the two of you." The man returned.
"You're admitting to trying to run us over then." Damon's eyes were angry.
"I admit to it." The man confessed.
This made Bonnie even more furious, even though she already know that he was guilty of it, It was just the nonchalant way that he had confessed to it. "Why did you try to do that to us? We did nothing to you."
The man just looked at her, as if he were annoyed by her presence.
Damon jammed him in the shoulder. "Answer the question."
"I did it because I could." The man spat out.
"Because you could." Bonnie's mood turned darker.
"That's what I said." The man smiled showing his yellow, rotten teeth. "Because I saw you two morons, standing in the road and I felt like doing it."
"We weren't exactly standing in the road." Damon corrected. "We were on the shoulder and you swerved over doing to hit us."
The man sneered, "Who gives a shit."
Damon clenched his jaw. "We do and don't appreciate what you attempted to do."
The man made a jerky movement. "Probably deserved it."
Bonnie spoke. "You know, you're making a bad case for yourself here."
The man just eyed her with contempt.
"I just hate it when someone tries to kill me." Bonnie added. "It really makes me very upset."
"Get out of my camper." The man gestured wildly.
"Not going anywhere until I deal with you for what you tried to do." Bonnie stood her ground.
"Me neither, I'm pissed….maybe not as pissed off as she is. But, still pissed with you." Damon said with a icy glare.
The man shifted. "I don't care."
Bonnie aimed daggers from her eyes. "You will care once I deal with you."
The man snarled. "Say you what?"
"When someone tries to kill me." Bonnie explained. "Nine times out of ten I tend to return the favor by killing them."
"Trust me she's very serious. You don't wish to get on her bad side. I would know." Damon smirked coolly.
The man hocked. "You ain't playin'?"
Her expression was deadly. "Not at all. And now I want payback."
Next to her, Damon put in. "Me as well and we're not leaving until we get it."
Once again, The man looked back and forth between them and noticed the handguns that they had pointed in his general direction. And the expressions on the pair's faces. Then it finally dawned on him what very serious trouble that he was in.
"Heh, Heh. I was just messing with you two." The man had a sudden change of heart.
"Were you now." Bonnie didn't believe a word that he said.
"I was just messing with you." The man repeated. "I didn't actually want to kill you."
Damon zeroed. "Really? Because you aimed this big vehicle at us, missing hitting us by inches. Seems like you wanted to kill us to me."
The man let out a nervous laugh. "I just wanted to scare you and not hurt you."
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "You really expect us to believe that."
He nodded frantically. "Just a scare no harm intended, I promise. Like a joke."
"Well, I'm for one aren't laughing. What about you, Damon you laughing at this joke." Bonnie folded her arms over her chest.
"Far from it. I don't find it much of a joke at all." Damon glimpsed sideways.
"I didn't do it on purpose." The man babbled.
Damon cocked his head to the side. "Not what you declared earlier."
The man told them. "I didn't mean it…...you are still alive, so why don't we let bygones, be bygones and we can go our separate ways."
"No, not until you pay." Bonnie cut him off.
"Let me go, I won't do it again." The man was really worried about his well being now.
"I might have consider that, if you didn't try to end my life." Bonnie retorted.
Damon commented. "I agree with my partner, it's too late for you to talk yourself out of this. How can we be sure that you won't try to kill us again in this thing."
The man stuttered. "I-l-won't. I can make a d-deal."
Bonnie repeated his words. "Make a deal."
The man licked his dry lips. "A deal with the both of you."
"What kind of deal?" Damon shifted his revolver to the other hand.
"A deal that would in exchange for you keeping me alive." The man said.
"I doubt that you can have a deal good enough, after you tried to murder us." Bonnie returned.
"I'll give you whatever you want." The man insisted.
Damon raised both brows. "What do you have to offer us?"
The man swept out his arms. "Anything in this camper, you can have if you just let me go and let me drive off."
Bonnie observed all of the items packed inside of the camper, which wasn't much. "Nothing here is of interest to me."
"Yep, all of it looks like crap." Damon mumbled.
"Come on, please. Just give me a break." The man grew more concerned.
"I'm still not convinced why I should keep you alive." Bonnie's expression was deadly.
The man cringed back. "We have to come up with some sort of deal here."
That was when a thought came to Damon's mind. "What if there is a deal which could be made here?"
She switched her attention to Damon. "What in the hell do you mean by a deal."
The icy blued-eyed bandit, looked into her green ones. "A deal that we can get in keeping this asshole alive."
A look of relief came into the man's eyes.
"This bastard tried to kill us and now you want to let him get away." Bonnie was taken aback.
"Just hear me out." Damon insisted.
"Right, listen to him." The man pleaded.
Bonnie told the man. "Shut up." Without listening to him, then told Damon. "Tell me about your deal."
Damon's lips curved. "None of this stuff that he has is useful to us, but his camper is."
Bonnie opened her mouth. "I…"
"Huh?" The man bucked his eyes towards Damon.
"I mean we been walking for about a week now, since you know we met." Damon went on. "And wouldn't it be nice if we could catch a break from walking."
"True." Bonnie understood where he was coming from. "You're saying that we should take the camper, to get a break from traveling on foot."
Damon winked. "Exactly. Looks like we might actually be lucky to catch a ride afterall. We can use this camper and get a break, even if it's only for a little while."
As she thought about it, Bonnie was enthralled with the idea. "I actually love your thought process. It's brilliant to use this camper for a ride, even if it's only for a small break from traveling on foot."
Damon pumped his fists. "See, I knew that you would love the idea, once you heard me out."
"Then we are taking this camper." Bonnie nodded in his direction.
"Wait just a darn second. You ain't taking my camper." The man objected.
"Of course we are, the camper belongs to us now." Damon returned.
The man frowned. "You can't have it."
Bonnie shrugged. "Hey, you were the one who said that you would exchange something to keep us from killing you."
The man croaked. "I meant anything in here and not the actual camper."
"We told you that none of this crap interests us." Damon shook his head,
"It's a fair deal considering what you attempted." Bonnie pointed out.
"But, I need this camper, it's mine." The man pouted.
Bonnie tapped her temple. "It's either you give up this ride or you won't be living anymore."
The man asked. "If you take it, are we going to ride together the three of us."
Both Bonnie and Damon shook their heads no.
"Nope." Damon denied. "We can't ride with a person who tried to end our lives."
"Yeah, you would have to get out." Bonnie agreed.
"You're going to leave me stranded here. But, how would I get around." The man whined.
Bonnie cocked her pistol. "That's none of mine concern. Now get out."
The man stomped a foot down. "I'm not going anywheres. You're not stealing my camper."
Bonnie tapped her temple once more. "It's not really stealing, if you were the one who tried to take our lives first."
Damon added. "Now, peacefully give this ride up to us or else."
"No." The Man barked.
"Then, I guess you'll have to leave the hard way." Damon's tone chuckled.
Reaching down Damon jerked the man up by the collar, forcing him to his feet. Then he started to pull the man roughly towards the doors.
The man started to struggle. "Get your hands off of me."
Damon, easily overpowering him kept dragging him towards the door.
The man tried to fight, taking a swing at Damon's face but missing.
Bonnie being impatient, pressed her pistol to the side of the man's head. "I've been showing serious restraint with you, stop resisting before I lose that restraint."
Nearly peeing in his pants at the gun against his hand and how angry and serious that she sounded. The man stopped struggling.
Dragging him the rest of the way, Damon not so gently tossed the man out of the open door.
With the force that Damon tossed him, combined with the angle that the man landed on the ground. There was a loud, vicious snap as the man's leg broke. Instantly, the man yelled out in pain.
"Whoops. I didn't mean to do that." Damon deadpanned.
"Accidents happen." Bonnie stated flatly.
Rolling around on the ground, the man clutched his leg. "You broke my leg, you broke my leg."
Shrugging, Damon murmured. "Guess that what happens with you try to kill a person, karma. Might be tough for you to get around on that leg."
"No. No. You can't leave me here like this." The man was panicked.
"This is a brutal world. Maybe you'll learn your lesson as you lay there while your leg heals." Bonnie said carelessly.
"Enough of this." Damon put in. "Bonnie, go and take a seat in the back will you."
"Gladly." And without giving the man another look, she went to do just that.
Damon gave the man his middle finger. "Bye, now."
The man kept yelling, as he laid on the ground clutching his broken leg. But, the sounds were soon muffled as Damon shut the door. Damon moved into the driver's seat of the camper and started it, as the keys were resting in the ignition. He then pressed his foot on the gas pedal and left the man in a cloud of dust.
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Wow, this chapter ended up being much longer than I thought that it was going to be. Thanks for those of you still supporting this story.
I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors that I missed.