Disclaimer: I do not own Walking Dead. I think we all know that. Also, I don't have beta-reader so I did my best to proof-read this. so please bear with me /:)
Familiar Faces
"Jazz, come on. Babe, wake up..." I squinted as I shifted in my seat. "Are we there yet?" I asked softly as I looked outside. We were parked in a mini gas station with a small convenience store along the highway. The sun was setting and it was starting to get eerily quiet. "Just an hour and a half more but we need gas, more food, water and whatever stuff they have." I nodded before grabbing my red hoodie and slipping it on. It was starting to get chilly. I looked around the gas station; there was nobody around. I shot Ritchie a worried glance before he shrugged off his shotgun strap and held it. It was quickly getting dark and we had to leave. The moment we stepped in the store, a sniper rifle was pointed in our way before I could even draw my gun.
"Hands up!" an old man wearing a faded camouflage uniform was in front of us with his rifle pointing from my face to Richie's.
"WOAH!" "SHIT!" We both yelled in unison as we backed up, both hands in the air.
"ON THE GROUND! GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!" He yelled advancing to us with his rifle pointed at me. "DROP YOUR GUN!" he yelled at Ritchie "Are you for real?!" I yelled frantically as I got on my knees and on my stomach with my hands on the back of my head; face down on the dusty wooden floor. I glanced and saw Richie get on his knees with an irritated expression on his face. "Hey man, calm down will you? We're not looking for trouble." he said very calmly but nonetheless got on his stomach. I saw the man's shoes in front of my face. He knelt in front of me before I felt the rifle on the back of my skull.
"Make your boyfriend shut up." the old man muttered before standing up. I grumbled as I felt him snatch my weapon from my thigh. "We just need gas and food." I explained. There a was a pause before he spoke up, "On your feet then." "We don't want trouble." I assured him as I got on my feet, the rifle was still pointed at me. He stared back at me before pointing the gun at Richie,
"Any of you bit?"
"What-No-" I answered.
"Scratched?" Richie turned to me
"I-I don't-" I stuttered glancing at him.
"No. No scratches." Richie answered. The old man narrowed his eyes at us. For a moment, he stayed quiet studying us then scratched his grey beard, "God damn it.." I heard him mutter before he slung Richie's shotgun over his shoulder. "Carry on." he said when he jerked his head to the side and walked away.
Richie and I eyed each other as we followed the old man to the counter. "Grab whatever you need and get out'a here." he said before walking away with our weapons and going inside a room at the back of the counter. He looked back at us,"What are your names?" he asked. "I'm Jazz and this is Richie." I answered back unsure. "Well Jazz," he started as he came out with a huge wooden box in his hands and dropped it on the counter. He opened it and it was full of ammo. "What the fuck are you two doing standing around for?" he glared at us. "You said you needed gas and stuff, right? Get moving." We both nodded before quickly walking away and heading for the shelves. "I'll get food and water." and with that I walked away. "I'll find some tools in case the car will have problems." I heard him call out. After a few minutes I got food for both of us, enough to last for a week, not including the food we had at the back of car. Out of nowhere, my phone started vibrating. I sighed, If only I had my phone connected with the network, I wouldn't have trouble with the cell balance and actually be able to call my parents. So all this time what I did was just wait for them to call.
"Jazz!" It was Rea. Although I was disappointed it wasn't Mom and Dad, it was still a relief to know she was okay. Rea was a very good friend of mine back in college. She was a kind chubby woman with a loud mouth and a carefree attitude. "Rea!" I squealed in delight. "Jazz! Are you in, Atlanta? How is it there?" she asked.
"We're not in Atlanta." "Huh?" "We're on our way at our summerhouse at King county." I said.
"What?" she hissed. "Rea, dad says it's safer there. His friend works in the government and they're not even sure if they could hold out for how long." I exclaimed.
"Hold out against what?!" she practically yelled.
"Listen, whatever the hell is happening, it's bad. Now, Rea please..."
"Jazz…I-I don't know…"
"Rea, please. This is dad we're talking about. He's been in the government for like ten years."
"Jazz, I know but- I mean if the government says it's safe, shouldn't we be heading there?"
"Rea, please, please. Trust me on this." I pleaded. "I'm not sure." She mumbled. "We're heading to King. We'll meet you there, alright?"
"Jasmine, Atlanta is probably our best bet." She said abruptly. "What's going on?" Another voice said from the other end. "Jazz says the refugee center isn't safe.. What do you guys think?" Rea said obviously talking to someone else. There were suddenly a variety of voices at the other end of the line.
"Rea, who's with you?" I asked. Rea spoke with whoever she was with before giving a chuckle. "It's a secret." I can practically hear her grinning. "Rea…" I warned. "Now, we'll trust you on this, Jazz..." "Thank you!" I sighed in relief.
"But if things go bad, all of us will head to Atlanta, okay?"
"Alright." I sighed. "We're just near the town. Probably two hours, more or less. Where do we meet?" "How about the high school? It's in the middle of town, it's huge with a grass lot upfront, hard to miss." "Alright, see you. Be ca-" the phone suddenly clicked off. "Shit." The phone signal was down and I haven't even heard from my parents yet.
"Are you sure you don't want us to pay for these?" I looked at the old man as I dumped a huge amount of canned and instant food on the counter . The old man had been very generous to let us take the groceries without paying and have two small boxes of ammo for both our guns. It wasn't much but it was better than nothing. "I really don't need the cash right now, kid." he gave me a small smile.
"So how'd you get the beretta?" he asked. I smiled, it was almost a casual thing for whoever saw me with the gun ask me such a question. "My dad gave it to me, secretly of course before he was discharged from the military." he nodded before he helped me put the food and water bottles in a gym bag. "Why aren't you in Atlanta?" I asked him. "Waiting for my kid he's been gone since this afternoon. I'ill look for him tomorrow as soon as the sun is up." I nodded. He turned to me then, "What about you?" "Dad said the refugee center wasn't going to work." I shrugged grabbing the water bottles putting them inside the bag. He was silent for a moment,
"You kids heading to King county?" he asked. I eyed him, "Yeah." Nosy much? "That's where my parents should be." I nodded.
"Well you should know that they got a visit from the the military and not a friendly one I tell you." he stated shaking his head. I gave him a look of confusion, "What do you mean?" "I got a call from a friend there and said they killed a lot of people there. Infected or not." he said stuffing the things in the bag.
"Must be a ghost town there right now. If not, well it should be infested by those things." he stopped then and turned to me. "Be careful out there." he said firmly closing the gym bag and staring at me in the eyes. "I'll get the gas running." Richie said walking away with a toolbox and a bolt-cutter. I grabbed the bag "I'll just put this in the car." and headed outside.
"Well, he seems handful." Richie leaned on the car waiting for the gas. "A bit loony, huh?" I chuckled as I stuffed the bag at the back of the suv and sitting on the edge. "One second, he's ready to blow our brains out. The next, he's letting us take things without even paying." I nodded and we both laughed a little. "You think it's true about the military." I asked quietly. Ritchie stared at the highway thinking, "I wouldn't know. I want to see it for myself first." I nodded deep in thought. "I got more ammo." The old man called out as he walked towards us carrying the boxes along with my handgun and Ritchie's shotgun.
"Hope to god you won't need these." he said grimly. I nodded quietly as we took the things them from him. "If there is one." he chuckled before looking up at the sky sighing.
"He made me shoot my own son." My breath was caught in my throat.
"Wha-what?" I mumbled staring at him.
"Square in between his eyes." he nodded running a hand on his semi-bald head with his eyes closed tightly.
"Don't get bit, you kids. Not even a scratched." he muttered at us.
"Is that how they get sick?" Richie asked as he closed the gas cover somewhat unfazed by what the old man just said. The old man stared at him for a moment. "It's not a sickness. It.." "You don't have to.." I quickly said giving Richie a look.
"It turns you slowly into something else. Turns you into something entirely not human." I studied the old man as his hand went to his forearm, rubbing it. Blood stained the sleeves of his uniform. I opened my mouth to say something but he beat me to it. "You kids should go now. It's getting pretty dark, it'll be hard to go around town and we don't know when the power's going to last." he said shaking Richie's hand and turning to me. He shook my hand firmly,
"Looks like you kids now what you're dealing with." He grinned.
"We don't." I stated pulling away.
"Just paranoid maybe." Ritchie grinned and I chuckled while the old man stared at us,
"Maybe paranoid is good." He said before stepping away from us. "If any of you get bit, the other just needs to suck it up, aim for the head and pull the trigger." he said it so casually, and with that he walked away and back inside the store. "Come on, I'll drive." I said as I got on the driver's sit.
I drove down the dark and seemingly endless road to King county. I couldn't help but think about the things the old man had told us when someone was infected with the flu, turning to something not human and shooting it in the head. What if we came across one of them again? Did we have to deal with them and just fucking blow their brains out? I sighed, I need to focus and get Rea and meet with my parents. There weren't any lights along the driveway and it was awfully dusty. "Richie" I called out to him. He had been quiet the whole time. I noticed he turned his head to glance at me, "Yeah?" I turned to the road, "We'll check you for bites and scratches and talk about it later okay?"
"I wasn't bitten." He said bitterly looking away from me and to the blank window.
"I know but…shit." I muttered to myself unable to think if he had been infected.
"You were so close with it back at the apartment. We need to make sure you're perfectly fine." I said before taking a left turn. "You should get some sleep. You've been driving for hours." I said before he slumped down to his seat and closed his eyes muttering something under his breath.
It only had been forty-five minutes before we finally hit King. We just past the hospital when suddenly out of nowhere a figure ran in front of the car.
"FUCK!" I yelled as I hit the breaks as fast as I could, turning the steering wheel. The car screeched as it drove to the side of road, over the sidewalk. Not knowing there was another figure standing there, I ran over the person and to a grass lot.
Running in a hundred and thirty miles per hour and suddenly hitting the breaks was not a good idea. "Goddamn it..", I heard a grunt beside me as I held my forehead in pain. "What the fuck was that." Ritchie hissed before getting of off the car with a bloody nose. "Someone." I muttered before getting out of my seat. I licked my lips tasting blood."Jazz, your forehead." Richie stared at me. I looked at my reflection in the car window and saw blood trickling down from my forehead to the side of my nose and to my lips. I wiped the blood of with my sleeve before looking around. "Well where is he?" I asked out. "Oh no." There was a pool of blood trailing under the car. "I think he's under the car." I muttered staring at Richie. "Shit man..."
"Ugh…Ugh" I slowly got on my knees and peeked under the car. "UGH! UGH!" I suddenly scrambled and pushed myself away from the car almost hyperventilating. "A woman!" I screamed horrified staring under the car.
"There's a women!" I screamed pointing at the woman from under the car. Her arms were outstretched reaching for me. She had blonde hair, tanned skin and she was naked with her lower body missing. Richie slowly crouched before he froze at the sight. I saw his shoulder tremble slightly as he took a few deep breaths. "Rich…" I called out softly. "the car.." "What?" I asked. "Get in the car. Now." He said with clenched jaw getting on his feet and strides his way to me. "Up, now." He muttered as he grabbed my forearm and pulled me up roughly. I stared at him as he walked away and got on the driver's seat.
"We're just gonna leave her?" I stared at him with wide eyes.
"What about her!?" I almost yelled. He suddenly slammed his hand on the steering wheel before getting out of the car.
"Look at her!" he yelled. "Look at her!" he threw a hand in the direction of the car as he took a few steps away from it.
"Does it look like it needs our help!?" I stared at the hand reaching out.
"How the fuck is it even alive when her fucking torso was torn from her body!?" he pointed at the road. I turned and there it was lying in the dirt. I glared at Ritchie pausing for a moment.
"Fucking fine! Just quit yelling at me!" I whined at him like a kid before stomping my way to the car and getting on the passenger's seat. He glared at me before trudging his way to the car and getting on. He shook his head sighing before driving away.
"Where the hell are they!?" A chubby woman with glasses yelled in frustration. She had a shoulder length red hair that was shaved in the side and wore a green crumpled blouse. She paced back and forth occasionally scanning the road looking for a sign of a black suv.
"Rea, calm down." Another woman said more calmly but still glared at her. She was always patient but Rea had been pacing in front of her back and forth for the last ten minutes. "If she said she'll be here, she'll be here." She muttered as she sat comfortably at the front of the red canyon colored Isuzu d-max. The girl's skin had a shade of yellow and she wore a varsity shirt. She ran her fingers along her thin, straight jet-black hair trying to comb it. "Why the hell didn't I get this cut before?" she sighed in frustration as she combed her hair down to her lower back. She had small eyes, making her look very Asian. "Because, You just have to be so cheap and not get your hair trimmed at least." Rea rolled her eyes at her. Rea was about so say something when she noticed a headlight coming towards the lot. "Is that them?" she asked the longhaired woman as she shielded her eyes from the light. "I hope so." The other muttered.
"Hey, guys. Wake up! Get out of there!" Rea yelled banging her fists on the window. "And where the hell is Chelsea?" the black hair girl asked Rea before she jumped off of the car and on her feet. "She's been gone for a while. How long does it take to pee?" Rea asked. "Maybe she's doing the other thing. Rather than peeing?" a guy emerged from the back seat, stretching. He had fair skin tone and slightly full rosy lips. He scratched his goatee before walking towards Rea chuckling leaning on the truck. "You mean taking a dump?" Rea asked before receiving a punch on her arm from the long hair woman who was giving her the looks. Rea shook her head at the girl; she was always the modest one. "She's probably fine." Another guy said as he slipped off of the trunk yawning and sitting on the edge, he had wavy short black hair, light brown skin, thin lips and a few hairs growing under his chin. "And do I have to be here?" he frowned at Rea. "Shut it, Drew." She glared back at him. The car finally came into view. It was a lithium colored ford escape. "Honestly, Rea is the only person who wants you here so can you shut it?" the Asian looking woman shot Drew a glare. "Riley, calm down." Rea said.
The car finally came to a stop just beside the truck. Both doors opened, and Jasmine was the first to step out. She gulped and slowly made her way towards the group. 'What is this..' she thought to herself staring at the familiar faces. Faces she hadn't seen for a few months, just after their college reunion; apart from the guy with a goatee and the two women. "You guys…" Jasmine turned to Rea and Riley before she ran up to them and met them in a group hug. "It's great to see you're okay." Rea said before wrapping her arms around Jasmine tightly and lifting her off of her feet. "You too, Rea." she laughed at the gesture. "Jazz!" Riley suddenly yelled. She laughed before turning to her best friend since high school and wrapping her in a tight hug. "I can't believe your okay!" Riley yelled at Jasmine's ear jumping up and down pulling Jasmine with her. "You too!" She laughed before pulling away, "How the hell are you even alive?" Jasmine laughed out loud as she let go of the woman. "Fuck you." Riley punched Jazz in the arm, which only made her laugh even more. "Ginger." she added. Jasmine only smiled at the nickname. She had dyed her hair black, brown and now auburn and her friends still called her ginger. Burnt orange was after all her natural hair color.
"Jasmine." Someone drawled. The auburn haired woman looked behind Rea and grinned at the familiar face,
"James." The guy smiled. "Nice goatee." She smirked. "Nice hair." He smiled back charmingly. Jasmine bit her lip at the sight. Ever since first year of college, the guy never failed to charm her to death.
Jasmine's thoughts were cut off when a voice quietly greeted her; Drew was now on his feet. "Foster." She sneered a little before greeting back,
"Johnson." She almost spat at him.
"Hey, Richie, get your ass out here!" Rea's voice boomed. "Hey! Keep it down. We don't know if it's safe out here." She said before waiting for Ritchie. Ritchie stepped out of the car before heading to the group. "Hey." He grinned at the group. "Ah you're alive." Rea grinned offering a hand while Ritchie gave it slap. "I should say the same thing about you. How the hell did you outrun those things?" Everyone laughed making Rea give Ritchie the finger. Ritchie gave Riley a nodded which she returned. "Should I go meet the others?" he nodded towards the two other guys. Jasmine paused for a second, thinking. "Later. When we're sure there aren't any of them around." "Agreed." he nodded. Jasmine turned to the others. "We can't stay here too long. We have to go-" Snap. Turning towards the sound, a figure emerged from the shadows.
"Jesus, Chelsea. Can you be any slower?" Drew complained taking a step foreword, hands on is hips. "Chelsea?" Jasmine muttered taking a cautious step foreword taking out her gun. Everyone except for Ritchie stared at the woman. Finally the figure came in view. It wasn't Chelsea. Chelsea had dark brown skin, straight black hair that reached her shoulders. As much as she can remember Chelsea did not have pale grey skin, with blood splattered on it, a few strands of black hair and a missing arm. Rea gagged at the sight. It was limping slowly towards them. It wore a red shirt and brown short. It was hard to tell if the thing was a man or a woman.
"Jazz, move." Someone whispered. Jasmine turned and saw Richie behind her aiming at the thing, shotgun in his hands. "Richie, don't." she whispered back. Richie ignored her and cocked his gun, ready to fire. The figure's head then suddenly snapped to Richie. Jasmine furrowed her brows.
"Wait." She raised a hand up. "Spread out." She said taking a step away from the figure. "What?"
"I said spread out." she turned her head glaring at Drew. "What are you doing?" Richie took hold of her forearm. "Just let me do this." She snapped back snatching her arm back. The figure groaned grabbing for Jazz. Jasmine quickly took a step back, gun aimed at the thing's head.
"Listen to me. Keep your mouths shut and don't make a sound until I say so." She said firmly looking back at the group. "Now get it inside a circle. Move." She whispered. Slowly the group formed a circle around the figure with a few feet away from it exchanging nervous looks. Jasmine pointed to Riley making her utter a sound. "W-what?" she said a little soft but audible making the thing turn to her and reaching out. "Hey!" Jasmine yelled. The figure stopped before turning to her. "Hey! Hey!" Richie suddenly started yelling, taunting the thing in front of us.
"It's attracted to sound." Jasmine muttered under her breath but everyone heard it.
"What are we doing? Treating him like an animal.." Riley frowned at the others.
"Just- head for wherever the sound is coming from…" Rea said looking at the others.
"Pure animal instinct." Jasmine stated. "Guys?" The group turned and saw Chelsea staring at the scene with wide eyes. "Shit." Jasmine quickly planted her feet on the things stomach before the thing could grab anybody. "Alright. Time to go." Jasmine called everyone's attention motioning to the cars. The thing started getting up.
"What about him!?" Riley yelled not moving an inch.
"Shit!" The red head yelled as the thing went for her friend. Jasmine quickly kicked the thing on its side, which made it fall on the concrete floor again.
"What the fuck?!" Jasmine yelled as she grabbed Riley's forearm and shoved her to Rea. "Get in the fucking car." Jasmine practically snarled at her before staring at everyone. "Well?" she snapped before glaring at the thing on her feet. It didn't even bother to get up; it just stayed there and continuously tried reaching for anything it can grab on. "Come on guys, show time's over." Rea called out to everyone while gently ushering Riley away. "But-what about him. Aren't we gonna help him?" "Sssh. Come on now. We're all tired. Just let it go." Rea looked back watching Jasmine. Everyone decided to just leave it and walked away. "But!" "No..." Jasmine overheard the two argue before their voices were out of earshot. "We'll lead the way. Close your windows and no honking." Richie said to James. He nodded and walked away but not before stealing the couple a glance.
"Go on. I just have to do something." Jasmine urged. "You don't plan to-" "It was a mistake leaving that woman before. This one here can't stay like this." Jasmine stared at the thing, which was still helplessly trying to reach her foot. "You don't have to do it." Ritchie raised his voice. "Look, it's too pitiful. I can't stand it." She muttered before checking the safety switch. "I can do it. I don't want you doing this." He insisted grabbing his shotgun that hung on his shoulder. "No. I did it before so it won't make any difference." She stated staring at the thing at her feet. Ritchie studied the girl before sighing in defeat, "I'll start the engine." And with that he walked away. Jasmine waited for him to be out of earshop before exhaling "Okay…" Jasmine said to herself running a hand on her hair. Licking her lips wet, she aimed the gun. It had to be done, the thing needed to die. Leaving it just like this was more inhuman. "I'm sorry." She muttered before closing her eyes and pulling the trigger.
"What the fuck was that?!" Riley asked alarmingly. James slid in the car, "She shot it." Everyone held their breaths. "What?" Riley whispered harshly. "Let's just go. I'm driving." Drew said bitterly before starting the engine. "She killed him!?" Riley yelled. "Let it go, Riley." Rea warned shutting the door watching Jasmine slit in the other car head down. "I can't believe you guys aren't freaking out on this! She just killed a person!" Everyone sighed. "Doesn't seem like a person to me." James said. "Agreed." Drew said softly before following the other car out of the lot. "Yeah.." Chelsea muttered quite unsure.
It didn't take long before the group reached the dirt road that was slightly uphill and lead to a cabin looking house "Ah. Fuck." Drew cursed as the car drove over a huge rock. "Hey, easy on the wheels." Chelsea said as she held on at the handlebar keeping himself upright. Chelsea was seated at the passenger's seat while the others were quietly seated at the backseat.
In the other car, Jasmine was starting to worry. The house looked like it was deserted. "Where are they?" she mumbled to herself as she stepped out of the car and opened the locks on the gate with the keys. The two cars drove past her and onto the front of the house. Jasmine locked the gates again. "Get all your things out of the car." she said jogging up to the group. "No one's leaving the house until daylight." she said as she slung her trekking bag on her shoulders. Taking out the headlamp from her pocket, she turned it on and scanned their surroundings. It was awfully dark and quiet. Her eyes started to adjust in the dark when she noticed a dark figure shift in the dark. "Quickly. There's one over there." "There's two here." Ritchie said turning on his headlamp. "I've got another one here, too." Rea added. "People, come on." Jasmine interjected. How could this many got inside their lot with the gate and fences? She watched from the corner of her eyes as the whole group quickly got their things. "Alright, we're set." James finally said as he grabbed his small backpack. The group then hustled there way inside the cottage.
As soon as the group settled their things in their rooms, they ate supper, which surprisingly had a pleasant aura. "Oh god, Jazz! Remember the time we would always drink at the bar right outside campus?" Riley asked grinning before turning to Rea with her fork pointed at her. "Then, Rea would get real shit-faced and when she realizes she had to leave, she would almost crawl her ass home." Riley exclaimed before she took a gulp of her beer looking at everybody. Jasmine gave a hearty laugh at the memory. She was always the unlucky one to get left behind with Rea when she was too drunk and couldn't go back to her apartment by herself.
"You were always such a pain in the ass." Jasmine stated, laughing harder at Rea's face that was so red from embarrassment. "Oh I remember that.." Drew chuckled. "Me too." James grinned, "Me three." Richie laughed. "I think we all do." Chelsea laughed. So every one of them had the liberty of seeing Rea crawl her ass out of a bar and try to get a cab slurring her words at the driver. "Oh really, Jazz? Really!" She yelled before grabbing Jasmine by the shoulder locking her in her arms and giving her a hard noogie while laughing obnoxiously. "Rea!" Jasmine gasped out. "Let go bitch!" She laughed slightly before punching Rea's leg. Everyone laughed. "NO!" Rea yelled back rubbing her knuckles harder. Jasmine quickly twisted her arms and neck before escaping Rea's grip. "I hate it when you do that.." Jasmine muttered brushing a stray hair out of her face.
"So, Jazz..." Chelsea started smirking at her friend at the other side of the table. Jasmine raised an eyebrow at this, "You haven't introduced us to him." She glanced at Richie. Only Rea and Riley knew Richie, they met the guy at the outdoor organization back in college. "Well, Chelsea, James and Drew.." she started glancing at Richie who was seated at her side. Cheslea raised an eyebrow at Jasmine suggestively.
"This is Richie," Jazz started before glancing at Richie who had a cocky expression on his face munching quietly.
"He's a..." she trailed glancing nervously at Richie who now was staring at her.
"Well, to put things simply. I'm her guy." Richie grinned putting an arm around her, squeezing her shoulders and laying a kiss on her forehead before going back to his food. Jasmine watched Ritchie at the corner of her eyes before changing the subject.
"Anyway, what have you been doing since?" she grinned at Chelsea. The two have been friends since high school although they never really hanged out recently; they didn't need constant communication to keep their friendship healthy after all no matter how long they didn't get to talk to each other the duo can have a conversation like they never got separated. "I've had internships and a couple of seminars from the town hospital and just recently I even had my first appointment for my first ever patient which was supposed to be tomorrow." she exclaimed . Jazz chuckled, "What's the case? Mass murderer?" she grinned. "No! If that happened I probably wouldn't have stop him but I would've probably urged him and have myself killed." Chelsea laughed. "Okay. How about sex maniac?" Jasmine raised her brows. "What? Did he like role play so much?" Ritchie smirked. "BDSM maybe?" James suggested. "Oh I know, Anal." Rea stated. Everyone gawked at Rea for having such a colorful vocabulary and saying such a thing in front of the guys but nonetheless they all laughed.
"Rea!" someone whined from the far end of the table. It was Riley, "Oh come on, Riley." Drew rolled his eyes. "Yeah, ease up." Everyone chimed in. "Back off, guys. She's just too a much of a kid." Jazz teased laughing while snatching Ritchie's beer and taking a gulp. Riley only chuckled a little before she spoke up,
"So how are we guys going to play this?" Everyone turned to her, confused. "What do you mean?" Cheslea piped up.
"Are we just going to stay here and wait for the military? We all just can't stay here, we have families to look for." Everyone looked at each other waiting for anybody to speak up. Jasmine finally spoke up, "So where do guys plan to go?" she asked. "Atlanta." Everyone answered at the same time except for Rea and Ritchie. Jasmine nodded of course their parents were in Atlanta back home. She turned to Rea, "You?" "Florida." Rea smiled sadly; there was no way she could get to Florida where her stepmom was. Jasmine nodded before turning to Ritchie, "Jazz," he sighed. "My parents are dead and my aunt is a bitch. I don't really plan to look for her." he said. Jasmine nodded before watching everyone. Almost all of them had to leave for Atlanta. Including herself, if her parents doesn't show up tomorrow. It was of course, a risk to break up the group and travel in small numbers. Jasmine sighed,
"Do you guys really want us get separated?" she asked looking at everyone, watching them.
"Is that okay with you?" It wasn't a rhetorical question it was a sincere one. Everyone stayed quiet, all in thought. Jasmine nodded,
"Think about it." She said before moving away from the table. "I'm going to check our stock." She said before standing up and heading to the living room where their food, water and medical stocks were. "I'll help you." Chelsea offered getting on her feet. "I'll do the dishes." Rea said taking the dishes from the table. "I'll help." Riley offered.
After everyone sorted their things, Ritchie, Jazz and Rea shared one room and the rest stayed on the other room across the hall leading to a small balcony. Jazz's room had a queen-sized bed while the other had two standard size beds and were connected with a bathroom.
Ritchie closed the bathroom door and before he got the chance to lock it, another person stepped in.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, smirking at Jasmine as she locked both doors leading to the bedrooms. She now wore a grey cotton short shorts and a red long-sleeves shirt.
"Strip." She said jerking her head foreword. Ritchie gawked at his girl, "Jazz, I didn't know you want it that bad." he snorted pulling Jasmine by her waist. Jasmine clamped her hand down Ritchie's mouth before he could kiss her, "I don't." she stated before pulling away and grabbing his shirt.
"We need to check you for scratches." She stated before Ritchie gripped her hands.
"I'll do it myself." Jasmine stared at his hazel eyes. "No. I'll stay here with you." She said before taking a seat by the tub. Ritchie studied her for a moment, thinking if it was okay for her to be here with him in case he got scratched. Ritchie sighed; it was always useless trying to argue with her. Jasmine had always been the one to win and have her way whenever they argued. Jasmine watched Ritchie take his shirt off and stare at himself at the mirror inspecting himself. "Well?" she asked nervously biting her lower lip. Ritchie turned his back at the mirror and turned to look at his reflection. "I don't think so…" he muttered looking closely at his neck and nape at the mirror before sighing.
"Good." She stated before standing up heading for the door before Ritchie quickly grabbed her by her waist and pulled her against him.
"Ritchie?" Jasmine muttered under her breath unsure of what he was thinking about.
"Sorry." He whispered in her ear. Jasmine turned to him, with her hands on his chest and confusion on her face. "About yelling at you at the highway. That was wrong of me. Heat of the moment I guess." He brushed his lips on hers inhaling her scent. Jasmine had always smelled of cinnamon and grass and he absolutely adored it. Jasmine wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tippy-toes.
Jasmine smiled before pressing her lips to Ritchie's. "Love you" He whispered before taking her lips and slipping in his tongue. Ritchie wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her not breaking the kiss. Ritchie perched her on the counter standing in between her legs, lips on her collarbone with his hand massaging her hips. Jasmine groaned at this, making Ritchie smile in appreciation.
He then suddenly started unbuttoning her pants. "Ritchie, I don't think this is a good idea." Jasmine bit her lip feeling his hand dangerously close to her nether regions . "Don't." he said abruptly before massaging her through her lace panties and shorts. "Fuck.." she breathed heavily. "Ritch.." she moaned bucking her hips against his fingers. Jasmine closed her eyes letting her head fall on his shoulders. "Ritch-oh god." Jasmine cursed.
"Uh hello?" A knock suddenly came from the other side of the door of Chelsea's room. "Shit." Jasmine muttered before pushing Ritchie off of her scrambling to get her pants. "Uhm yeah?" Jasmine answered shakily before getting off of the counter and putting on her pants while Ritchie slid on his shirt. "Jazz? I thought I heard noises you okay?" It was Riley. "Uhm I'm okay. Ritchie's here we just checked him for scratches or bites." She answered before turning the lock and pulling the door open. Riley eyed them both, "Well you're free to use the bathroom now." Jasmine grinned innocently at Riley. At the background James and Drew stared at her and Ritchie. Drew had a sneer on his face while James just sat there on the bed studying the couple. Jasmine cleared her throat before pulling away Ritchie who had a shit-eating grin on his face.
Jasmine threw herself at the bed before groaning in embarrassment. Ritchie only snickered before plopping down next to his girl. "What happened?" Rea asked as she fixed her bag obviously amused at her blushing friend. "Almost got caught in the act." He only stated before making himself comfortable under the covers. "You sluts!" Rea laughed throwing a pillow at Ritchie then at Jasmine who easily dodged the pillows. "Are we really sluts if we only do it with each other? No matter how many times? At any position?" Ritchie grinned. "Ritchie, shut up please!" Jasmine yelled slapping his arm before burying herself under the covers and pillows. "Yes. Please do shut up. I did not need to know that." Rea exclaimed before shivering in disgust imagining her two friends going at it. "And we haven't done it in that much positions. Dick." Jasmine mumbled. "Sorry what?" Ritchie cupped his ears leaning in close to Jasmine. "You want my dick?" "Ritchie!" Jasmine yelled punching his arm. Ritchie only laughed before pulling Jasmine next to him. Rea only smiled at the couple before lying down next to Jasmine and turning off the lights.
HEHHEHEHE watta a long chapter :3 btw thanks to Lily72 for alerting this fanfic. Also, I can't wait for the group to meet the Walking Dead characters. Only two or three chapters more. Hopefully only two more. Or four idk but I hope I don't get too lazy to actually type haha