I think i've proof-read this too much. Haha. Jazz and the gang meet the Walking Dead characters in chapter 6. :D i can't waiit. omg hot hot Daryl.
The Welcoming Committee and a Mini Biter
The next morning, Jazz woke up before anyone else. It's wasn't even sunrise yet when she got out of bed and went straight to the kitchen. Now she sat quietly at the living room sipping her instant-coffee quietly. She hugged her legs in front her, occasionally glancing at her cell phone at the coffee table hoping for a call or at least a text. Where the hell were her parents? Pressing her lips in a thin line and shutting her eyes, she sighed and shook away the thoughts. Maybe they were on their way. Instead she thought about the things outside the house. Infected- as the old man from yesterday called these things. There were four of them outside and they needed to deal with them-quietly. Jazz groaned inwardly, guns were pretty much useless right now; there might be more of them than it appears to be. They needed other weapons to damage the brain. Knives and bats or even a damn pipe or stick was probably more safer than guns, considering that they were in a town full of them. Jazz winced at the thought. It was disgusting. "Ew." the thought of getting close to those things. It was risky getting too close, they might get scratched or bit. Sighing she grabbed her cell and stared at it, "Damn phone." she mumbled looking at the empty signal bar before slamming it down the table.
Creak. She froze in her spot before settling her eyes where she assumed the sound came from: The glass framed door that lead to the back of the house. Quietly setting down the mug at the glass table, she stood up waiting, wondering if she was just imagining. Only hearing silence, Jazz assumed she was being paranoid before she proceeded to sit back down.
Creak. "What the.." she mumbled under her breath. Creak. Quickly and quietly walking towards the door she pushed the curtain and peeked through the glass frames. Cursing herself mentally, she stared at the scene in front of her: one of infected had find it's way at the veranda and was quietly walking back and forth at the other side of the door and the rest which looked like ten or more of them were scattered around the backyard. Were these things just outside last night? While they were sleeping? Suddenly the thing stopped before turning it's head, coming face to face with Jazz.
Gasping, she froze in place. Holding her breath. Not moving in inch. The thing stared at her in the eyes-waiting. And she stared right back at it. Death. It was written all over the things face. Blood smothered all over it's face, red blood. It must have had breakfast already, Jazz thought. Greying skin. A part of it's chest looked like it was decaying. Blue-green eyes stared at white iris and bloodshot eyes. The thing wasn't moving, just staring. Not being able to keep her eyes open, she blinked. "UGH!." it groaned out slamming its whole body against the door. "Shit..!" stumbling backwards she landed on her ass with a loud thump. Movement. They were attracted to movement.
"What're you doing?" She almost jumped out of her skin. Whipping around she saw Drew sitting at the foot of the stairs rubbing his eyes,
"Drew." Jazz breathed. A loud slam on the door followed by a groan made the two get on their feet. "The hell was that?" Drew asked frowning. "Shush!" Jazz whispered harshly before making her way the window that had the view of the back yard. She drew the curtains slightly before peeking, "Shit. Shit. Shit." she muttered staring outside the window. "What is it?" Drew whispered pushing Jazz out of the way and looking outside. The loud slamming of the door was starting to get the attention of those things that were nearby. Another slam on the door and a loud groan caused Jazz to run for the door. She put a flat hand and a foot against it. The groaning stopped. She turned to Drew who stood by the window who looked back at her waiting for another sound. Gulping, she put her hand on the lock and turned it. Click. She bit her lip waiting for the thing to slam on the door again. Sighing in relief she relaxed, running a hand on her forehead to the side of her face; her signature move whenever she was very relieved or frustrated.
"UGH!" a mad groan was heard followed by another slam against the door.
"Get a knife!" she yelled holding down the wooden door hoping it wouldn't smash any of the glass or break the lock. Drew quickly disappeared in the kitchen before coming back with two knives. "Shit, Foster. This is dangerous." Drew exclaimed handing her a long bladed knife with teeth on it. "Fuck, I know." she muttered. "Okay, I'm gonna open the door and let it inside. Then you kick it on the back and we stab the head." she said drawing the curtains giving them both a view of the thing; it was snapping it's jaw against the glass frame. "Fuck. You make it sound so easy." Drew spat bitterly, making her shoot daggers at him. "Got any better ideas?" Noticing another one moving closer to the door, "Shoot it." he said in matter-of-fact tone. "Look with all the noise it's making it's already attracting most of them. I can't shoot it, Einstein." she mocked before looking outside, "Oh great." Now, two of the nasty things were slamming on the door trying to get in.
"Nobody voted you to be leader." he raised his voice almost yelling at her before placing his hands on the door.
"Yeah? Well I don't you see you trying to come up with any ideas at all to keep the group safe!" she snarled at his face pushing back on the door. "Let's just get this over with." he muttered. Jazz then noticed something by the way the infected was acting, it had it's head titled slightly upwards moving it's head closer to the knob. It looked like it was trying to smell them. "I'll take the first one, you take the other." she licked her dry lips nervously before holding the knife tightly on her hands and cursing herself for leaving her gun back upstairs at the nightstand.
"On three." Jazz stepped away from the door letting Drew take her place.
"Two." he twisted the lock.
"Three!" Drew swung the door open and let them inside. Picking up her foot and putting all of her strength it, Jazz practically stomped on it's hips before it fell to the ground with a load groan. Jazz dropped to her knees and straddled it's back. She drew the knife back and impaled the knife on the back of it's head with one stab. "Egh." Grunting in disgust as she tried to pull the knife off of the head. Finally the blade slide off of it's head with a huge amount of blood coming out from the head. Not blood red but with a dark shade of black. Jazz resisted the urge to gag at the sight and awful smell before getting on her feet. "Shit. This is-" she turned before she was tackled to the ground by something wrinkly and stinky. She stared horrified at the sight above her, pale skin with gurgling wide opened mouth that was desperately trying to take a bite out of her face.
"Fuck!" she yelled in panic pushing the thing off of her. "DREW!" she yelled to no one before finally having her strength to stab the fucker on the head. Panting, she looked up and saw Drew quickly stabbed the fourth one who got inside. He sighed, "You alright?" he breathed before looking at the four corpses that laid on the floor. After he had opened the door and Jazz took out the first infected while he did the other one, out of nowhere, another biter jumped him. And while he was struggling another one came in and went for Jazz.
"That was a close one." Jazz whispered chuckling, under her breath sitting back down. Laughing was her defense mechanism. Drew studied the young woman as she sat there slightly trembling and trying to take deep breaths. "Hey." Drew called out softly kneeling down in front of her. "Foster.." he called out softly but she only shook her head "Shit." she shook her head with her lips stretched in a half grin. "Jazz." he said a little louder grabbing her bare shoulder, giving it a light squeeze and shook it. His breath hitched in his throat when she looked at him wide eyes. Jazz quickly looked away from him snapping out of it. A hand was shoved in front of her before she grabbed it and was pulled up on her feet. "Just get Chelsea and the others. Get dressed and get all your things down here. I'll get Rea and Ritchie." Drew nodded and walked away before turning to her "You're welcome by the way." he said a matter of factly. "Uh thanks for helping me up?" Jazz said softly before Drew went upstairs. Jazz looked outside through the glass framed door; these things were harmless in a small number but in a horde, and unprepared.. Their group just might not make it till the military takes action. If the military was even doing something. She drew the curtain close before making her way upstairs.
"Guys? Hey, wake up." Jazz leaned on the bed. She firmly shook Ritchie and Rea's shoulders waking them up. "Wha.." "Huh?" They both mumbled. Ritchie sat up glancing at the window, "What the hell. It's only sunrise." he mumbled closing his eyes. Rea only looked up at Jazz before pulling the covers over her head. "Back to bed, Jazz." Ritchie said slightly annoyed before lying back down. Jazz rolled her eyes, "There's a like twenty of them outside." she casually said crossing her arms over her chest. Hoping over exaggeration would make them get up. And just like that the two was on their asses sitting up, staring at her. "What?!" "Yeah." she nodded before grabbing a pair of jeans and sliding down her shorts and left her with black lace panties in front of the two. Ritchie stared at Jazz, ignoring the feeling that crept up to his groin. "Just get dressed." she said pulling up her jeans and buttoning it. "I'll meet you downstairs." she said slinging her trekking bag on her shoulder before leaving.
Jasmine now stood at the back door peeking behind the curtains waiting for the others. This was bad. How could such a big number of them got here? Dealing with them without the guns was risky and now fixing the fence was another thing. They have to go to town and find tools for that. Jasmine's thoughts were interrupted when she heard quiet voices. "What's going on?" "Jazz?" "It's still so early." James, Riley and Chelsea complained. "It's the welcoming committee." she gave a slight chuckle. They gave Jazz a questioning look before she licked her lips nervously, "Just be quiet and take a look outside." she said before stepping away from the curtain. James sauntered his way to the door and pushed the curtain away "Crap." Chelsea and Riley looked at each other before going for the windows with Ritchie and Rea close behind the two. "I don't fucking believe it." Ritchie said running a hand through his hair.
"Why the heck are they so many?!" "How the hell did they even got here?" "The fences were broken." "Well then let's fix it." "We have to deal with them first." Rea piped up. "Well what are guns for? So let's go!" Chelsea urged. "No. We can't do this with guns. We have to do this quietly. We can't risk attracting anymore of them." Ritchie said. "We need knives or whatever the hell you find that you can stab with."Jazz said. Everybody was silent, "You mean get close to those things?" Chelsea recoiled at what Jazz just said. "There's no other choice huh?" Rea shook her head. "Unless you want us to pop of rounds and have this place creeping with them in the next minute." Jasmine explained.
"What about the front?" James asked. Drew headed to the windows at the front of the house.
"Seven." he said.
Jazz's head snapped to him,"What?" she recoiled at what Drew had just said.
"Seven?" she trotted to the window and sure enough there were seven of them.
"What the hell.." she said to herself. " she grimaced. "uh guys, I think we need to do this as soon as possible." Rea said from the window. Everyone looked at her, "Another one came out of nowhere" Everyone tensed up. Quickly taking charge Jazz turned to Chelsea, James and Ritchie.
"I need you to get everybody's things down here." They all nodded and quickly went upstairs.
Jasmine turned to the rest, "We need to find anything hat you can stab or bash with. Anything. It's gotta be able to damage the brain." she said before walking away.
After a few minutes, Jazz had stuffed their supplies that were previously scattered in living room, now in a duffel bag and gym bag. She now stood by the dining room with their boxes of ammo and her gun with a deep frown plastered on her face. How the hell did these things get here? What made them get here? The sounds? Jazz shook her head stuffing two magazines at her back pockets. Impossible, there was no way they that much noise that would attract them even beyond the whole lot. What else were these fuckers attracted to? Jazz huffed in annoyance before checking her magazine, making sure it was full. "Come on guys!" she hollered but not before hoping they didn't heard it. She went to the back of the kitchen opening a door revealing numerous items. "Ah." she smiled picking up the thing. It was her dad's old baseball bat. AFter a few minutes, everyone stood at the dining room carrying their bags, everyone wearing their jackets or long sleeved shirts. Getting scratched wasn't an option and sure as hell getting bit wasn't. Jazz pulled out the kitchen knife she had used earlier before setting it down on the table along with numerous items. "Just grab whatever you think is best." she shrugged before walking to the back door.
"Guys, if we can't hold them we have to leave." she said. Everyone stopped what they were doing, "Alright?" she turned to them watching their nervous expressions.
"Isn't this like the safest place to be?" Chelsea asked. "Well yeah.." Jazz chuckled, shrugging. "But not with them out there." she stated. "Where do we go from here?" Riley asked wearily.
"We go to town and find supplies and weapons first. I don't like the fact you guys don't have guns." Jazz shook her head before setting her eyes on a screwdriver, the last thing that was left on the table. "There was a gun shop and range we passed by on our way to meet you last night." Drew said. "Okay and then where do we stay?" Chelsea piped up.
"Out of town. I figured that the less population, less of them." Jazz said taking the screwdriver.
"Off the road?" Ritchie said.
Rea nodded, "The woods then. Might be safer. Less of the infected around there we can be sure of that." "Biter." James stated. "Biter..." Rea nodded thoughtfully at the term. It suited those... things- perfectly. Everyone thought so too.
"Listen Riley, Chelsea, Drew, you get all the bags in the cars. Start the engine, in case we need an escape." she stuffed the screwdriver in her pocket. Chelsea, you'll drive the suv." Jazz threw her the car keys before turning to the others. "The rest you're with me we have a stabathon to attend to." she shook her head. Jazz made her way to the front door picking out through the glass. "Aw fuck." she hissed at herself but everyone heard it. "Why?" Riley asked. "There's one just outside, by the porch." Jazz said
"If we're lucky, we can deal with the rest at the back one at a time." she added. "Watch your back guys, please. Watch each other's back." she said firmly before turning to the front foor. Riley, Chelsea and Drew grabbed all of the bags. With the screwdriver on her pocket and bat on hand, Jazz quietly opened the door and stepped out. "Drew, you three stay behind. If you're clear, start loading the bags." she added before setting her eyes on the biter. Rea and Ritchie stood beside Jazz with James behind them. Drew stood behind James with Chelsea and Riley on either side of him.
Jazz wasted no time before she quickly made her way towards the biter, before slamming an arm on it's neck preventing it from biting her and bringing down the screwdriver on it's head. The biter made a faint gurgling noise as it's eyes rolled to the back of it's skull and went limp. Jazz quickly put a hand under it's waist before it could hit the creaky wooden floor and gently laid it down on her feet. "Egh. " she made a face as she pulled the screwdriver off the biter's head.
In the background, everyone watched. Ritchie had his eyes wide open and mouth hanging open, "That was-" "Disgusting." Jazz cut him off wiping the screwdriver's on her jeans; it was tainted with black goo, probably blood. Ritchie, James and Rea then step out on the front yard, picking their biters. Jazz glanced at the rest; Drew, jogged out of the house with a bag in hand and another one on his back. Chelsea, beside Drew, had a backpack with a kitchen knife at hand and Riley carrying a gym bag. "This is disgusting!" Rea harshly whispered beside Jazz. She had just taken out a biter with a kitchen knife. "I know. Come on." Jazz groaned out before she and Rea made their way towards two biters in the corner.
Taking a small glance at the other side of the yard, she saw James slamming down a butcher knife on top of a biter's head with Ritchie on the side tackling another one on the ground from behind and stabbing it on the back of it's head with his swiss knife. "I'll get this one." Rea gestured to a biter who was now limping towards them. Rea, who was a little too curvy managed to take out the biter with no problems. She sucked at speed but definitely had strength; Jazz took note of that before turning her attention to the biter in front of her. Jazz quickly held on tightly to her bat walking towards it, before giving it a powerful swinging on the side of it's head with a sickening crack. For a second, it stood before falling to the ground.
"Look.." Rea nodded towards the two boys. James and Ritchie had just stabbed three biters without whining about it's stench. "This is filthy." James chuckled making his way towards the others with Ritchie chuckling quietly. "How come you guys aren't disgusted by this?" Rea leaned on one leg crossing her arms. "'Cause we're men." Ritchie only stated before walking up to Jazz. "Nice work, babe." he smirked down pulling her to his side before discreetly pushing a hand inside her back-pocket and giving it a light squeeze. Jazz half squealed almost jumping away from him, "The hell!" She hissed punching his chest and stomped away. "Uh what did you just do?" Rea and James gawked at the couple. Ritchie only gave Rea an innocent smile, shrugging.
"We're good." Drew slammed the door of the car shut. Everyone made their way towards Jazz, "Now we deal with the rest." Rea winced, "Fifteen more?" she asked. "More or less." Drew shrugged. "Let's just do this so we can find out what drew them here." Jazz shook her head wiping the bat on the grass. "Little by little." Ritchie said softly glancing at Jazz who only ignored him. "Quietly." she said firmly walking to the back yard. Riley only stayed quiet at the back of the group with a telescopic metal pole. The pole was unwillingly given to her by her parents after she got mugged just a few step outside their house. Her parent and her little brother; where they still alive? Riley shook her thoughts away watching the group. Drew and Ritchie looked pumped up, ready to take care of business, while Jazz and Rea looked hesitant, mumbling something about what they were doing was absolutely disgusting. Chelsea and James only stood quietly looking nervous. "Maintain your line. No one wanders off." Rea said. "Let's just get this over with." Riley said softly. The group dealt with the biters together. They formed a line and smashed and stabbed the biters that were in front of them. When a biter was too far they would call its attention and let it come to them. No one broke the line and kept the group intact and swept little by little the biters of the yard.
Chelsea who had just bashed a biters head noticed Riley standing awkwardly, not moving an inch. "Riley." she called out. Riley who stood frozen in place was staring horrified at the biter in front of her. The biter limped towards her. It wore a middle school uniform and was a little bloated that caused it's eyes to squint because of it's cheeks. The biter reminded her of her little brother. Annoying and obnoxious even at his young age but she loved him nonetheless.
"Riley, what are you doing?" Chelsea glanced at her side as she swung a metal pipe against a biter's skull.
Ritchie who was beside Chelsea noticed what was going on, "Chelsea, Get that." he said taking a short glance at the two before getting back to the task. Chelsea only had a few second before the mini biter reached Riley. Quickly, she pushed her feet off of the grass, sprinting before slamming the pipe on it's head.
Without a warning, a piercing scream enveloped the entire yard causing everyone to tense up and almost panic. They all stared at where the scream came from: Riley. Everyone stared at her, stupefied.
The scream was too loud and everyone shot a worried look at the broken fences; hoping no biter heard Riley. After a few beats, they all released a relieved breath. "Let's deal with these first." Jazz said softly, not being able to look away from Riley who now kneeled on the grass with a blank expression. Jazz made her way towards Riley and kneeled beside her. "Riley, you can go inside to rest if you want." She said carefully choosing her words. "Right." Jazz heard her mutter before pushing herself off of the grass and walk away. Everyone looked at each other before resuming what they were doing. They all knew it; it was inevitable. Having to kill a person by the most brutal action. None of them were fit to deal with this kind of thing. Sooner or later, they were going to crack; one by one.
Rea yelled stabbing the last biter. "Oh god." she huffed letting herself fall flat on her back on the grass. "I can't believe we killed that many." James panted leaning on his knees. "Rea you might wanna get of the grass." Ritchie snickered at her. Sitting up she saw that she had been laying on biter blood. "Ew! Oh god!" she wailed with a sour look on her face before turning to Jazz, "Are we done!? I wanna shower!" She shivered in disgust. Jazz laughed at her misfortune, "Sure." "This is really disgusting, it's on my fucking hair and on my nape!" she whined as she ran up to the house with the whole group laughing. "Get back here right after okay!?" Ritchie called out laughing.
After a few minutes, everyone was idling in the porch at the back of the house except for Riley who was upstairs. "Now what?" Chelsea asked wiping her hands on her jeans. Jazz spoke up thoughtfully, "What do we do with the bodies?" more like asked herself. "Pile them somewhere." Drew answered without missing a beat. "Should we burn them?" James asked. "Okay, but what if this things are attracted to heat?" Rea asked.
"Could be, but I think they're more attracted to our scent." Jazz said softly. "What'd you mean?" James asked. Jazz only shrugged taking of her blood stained hoodie, leaving her in a thin white tank top. The heat was getting worse by the hour. "Just a hunch. Well they can see and hear well. So it could be possible they can smell us right? Their smell and ours are very distinct. I think we all know that." Everyone nodded in thought before they all started taking of their jackets and rolling up their long sleeves. "Senses." Rea nodded before sighing. "Just how the hell did we get into this shit-hole." "A week ago when that hobo got bit." Ritchie muttered sighing as well, remembering the news on the first ever victim of the flu. Ritchie checked his watch, "It's already 12. We're going to town right? Fix the fences?" he turned to Jazz. "Yeah. I was thinking that we should split up the jobs just to get things done faster. That alright?" she turned to the whole group; everyone nodded. "So who stays and who goes?" Chelsea asked.
"I'll go to town. Drew, you're in military training, you know about guns right?" "Yeah." he nodded. "I'll go." Ritchie said.
"Uhm no. You stay here, we need you here." she said. Jazz smiled slipping her arm around Rea's giving it a squeeze. She needed to stay away from Ritchie for a while, something bothered her for a long time and whenever he was around, her mind was just in a constant mess. "I'll go with you two." Ritchie said again.
"You should stay and help with the bodies. We'll be quicker and less noticeable with just us two. No offense." Jazz said giving him a half-smile. "We'll deal with the bodies and pile them there on the corner." Rea then stood up. Jazz nodded, "Just have a body in each broken fence, it could mask our smell." she shrugged before standing up. "And have someone keep watch. We wouldn't want anymore of those biters getting in here.
After Jazz took the keys to Chelsea's pick up truck she decided to formulate a plan with Drew while the rest were outside dealing with the bodies. Inside the house Drew and Jazz stood in the kitchen area with the map laid on the kitchen table. The hardware store was in the middle of town while the gun shop was at the other side.
"Going through the houses is faster." Drew shook his head for the almost the tenth time leaning on the wall. Him and Jazz had been discussing their route for the past ten minutes and they couldn't agree on what road to take. "I told you already, the more population, more of them. Why the hell do you keep suggesting taking that damn road?" Jazz huffed in annoyance running a hand from her forehead to the side of her face. "You don't know that. For all we know, they might be in Atlanta right now or in a damn evacuation center." he rolled his eyes at her.
"I don't want to take the risk of getting surrounded by them just cause you want to take the easy way out." Jazz glared at him. She didn't do it intentionally but she knew that the last part of what she had just said meant something else.
Drew only kept his mouth shut, studying her. The woman in front of him looked annoyed as hell. Jazz leaned on the kitchen counter with her arms crossed over her chest and her head held high. Her perfectly shaped brows were furrowed with slightly squinted eyes glaring daggers at him. And her rosy lips slightly pursed in irritation. "Not that look again, Foster." Drew shook his head. He had seen that look on her for so many times and it always ended in both of them walking away from each other pissed as hell. Jazz quirked an eyebrow in slight amusement, "What?" she chuckled. Drew only shook her head and waved his hand, "Nothing." Jazz rolled her eyes before leaning on the kitchen table with both hands, "Look we both want this trip to be over and we're losing daylight by just pissing on each other here." she looked at him pointedly before leaning a little back on her feet. Drew scoffed at her. "But I'm sorry." Jazz gave a small shrug. "No matter what you say, I'm not changing my mind on this one."
"Then I guess you better find somebody else who knows a lot about guns." Drew shrugged with an attitude. Jazz sighed and rolled her eyes at him, "Fine, then." she shrugged and snatched the map off the table and strutted her way away from him.
In the hallway Chelsea leaned on the wall quietly, waiting for Rea to come out. "Hey." Jazz whispered as she took her place beside Chelsea. The two stayed quiet before Chelsea decided to break the silence, "Do you know why she..." Jazz pressed her lips in a straight line before biting it. "I don't know but the biter awfully resembled Ken. " she shook her head frowning deeply. "But it wasn't her brother." Chelsea muttered defensively, feeling guilty for smashing the mini biter's head in front of Riley. "It probably reminder her of him." she gave a small shrug before sliding down the floor getting tired of being on her feet. "She must have thought: what if it was her brother." She said softly.
Chelsea only stayed quiet, it was one of the things that all of them were too terrified to discuss; What if they find their families and they were a biter? "I wouldn't know what to do if I found my family like that. I'd probably kill myself." Chelsea laughed a little.
Jazz stared at her with wide eyes, "Don't you dare. And even it was a joke, it's a terrible one." she chuckled lightly before sighing. She never thought about but it was a possibility. Her parents turning into one of them. What will she do? One thing was sure though she wasn't committing suicide. Suddenly, Rea stepped out of the room Riley was staying in before closing the door gently behind her, "She wants to be alone." she sighed as the two woman followed closely behind her. "Figures." Jazz mumbled as they went downstairs and to the backyard. "What'd she say?" Jazz asked feeling a tad bit jealous of Rea. Riley and her were practically sister. Even more than sisters and yet she chose Rea over her. Mentally dismissing the thought she sat at the porch fence.
"She really wants to go to Atlanta, Jazz. Wouldn't take no for an answer." Rea had a serious expression on her face looking directly at Jazz. "What'd you say?" Chelsea asked. "Asked her to just wait. Let us all talk about it." Jazz nodded, "Alright. When I get back." and Jazz walked to the house to grab a few supplies while Chelsea and Rea went to help the rest clean the yard.
Rea and Ritchie picked up the corpses and placed by the corner. "You love her?" Rea asked suddenly. Ritchie stopped dragging the body, snapping his head to her, "Of course" Rea only shook her head, "The last time we talked about this, you told me you love her as a friend and that was what? A year ago? And now, look at you two." she stared at him waiting for a response. Ritchie furrowed his eyebrows, resuming what they were doing. "Yeah. I do. I think I do." he nodded.
"But I think there's something bothering her. It's been going on for a month, Rea. I think she's thinking about breaking up." he said softly trying to get Rea to talk about it if she knew something.
"Well you better make up your mind about how you feel 'cause she's not gonna stay too long in that kind of relationship. And you know it." Rea frowned before starting to pick up the corpse. Ritchie only clicked his tongue frowning "I'll take watch." he mumbled before dropping the body, grabbing his shotgun that leaned on the fence and walked away deep in thought. Of course, he knew. Ritchie knew that Jazz wasn't the type to stay long in such a relationship. Hell if whatever he had with her was even called one. Rea only looked at his back incredulously for just letting her drag the damn corpse by herself but let him go instead, shaking her head in disappointment. She had seen it once with Jazz and a certain old friend and it definitely didn't end well.
After putting together a small first-aid kit, Jazz packed a few energy bars and a bottle of water in her backpack. "Stubborn asshole." she mumbled under her breath thinking about Drew. Jazz checked her handgun on her strap, knife in her pocket and baseball bat on hand. She slung a small backpack on her shoulders before she made her way out of the house and to the cars.
"Where's Drew?" James asked quietly as he watched Jazz walked heatedly to the cars with a pissed of look on her face. "They were supposed to go together right?" Rea asked before searching the yard for Drew. Rea spotted him dragging a corpse by a broken fence, "Drew! Hey!" Jazz snapped her head towards the loud voice. Rea was yelling at Drew, who was busy ignoring her. "What the hell are you doing?" Rea looked at Drew in disbelieve. "Helping you what does it look like." he grinned. "Bullshit." "We couldn't agree on what road to take." he shrugged picking up another body. Rea only quirked raised an eyebrow at him, "And?"
James looked back at Rea who looked like she was lecturing Drew. He decided to stall Jazz before she left on her own and wait for Rea to force Drew to come with her. "Jazz, hey!" he grinned jogging up to her as she threw the bag at the back seat of the suv. "What?" she mumbled slamming the door shut. She mentally slapped herself for being rude to James. James was still a 'friend' that she like. A lot. Since college. "Uh sorry." she muttered. "Sorry for what?" he grinned at her. "Anyway, what happened with Drew?" he jerked a thumb back at Rea and Drew. "He wanted to go through the houses. Shorter way- but I think it's a stupid idea." she leaned on the car and glanced at James. "The more people to get the flu." he nodded in agreement. "Always taking the easy way out." James said quietly watching Drew and Rea. Jazz looked up at James who was taller than her before giving a light laugh. They both knew what it meant. Drew was a coward and always avoided being put in a difficult place at all times. James laughed also giving Jazz a bump on her shoulder.
"Didn't it occur on you that if something happens to Jazz, Riley and Ritchie are probably going to kill you? Hell, I'll kill you myself." Rea said harshly to Drew who was now finally looking at her. "Not to mention we're all fucked if she dies!" she whispered harshly poking his chest. "She doesn't know what she's doing." he retorted glancing at Jazz who was laughing with James. "None of us do! But she's trying and so far she hasn't gotten us killed." "I don't care." he mumbled. "I don't care." Rea mocked him. She glared at him and walked away.
"I have to go. Wouldn't want to get caught driving around town in the dark. Alone." Jazz pushed herself off the car. "Uh wait-" "Quit stalling, James." she sung walking to the other side of the truck. "He's not coming. He's being the stubborn this entire time. Guess I just have to randomly pick the ammo for the guns." she shrugged before getting in the driver's seat. "I can go with you." he offered. "Nah." she grinned before starting the car and slowly drove to the gate where Chelsea was opening the lock with the key.
"Foster!" Glancing at the rear view mirror she saw Drew jogging towards her. Stopping the car she waited for him to get inside, "Rea.." Drew only stated as he slammed the door shut and strapped himself in.
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