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| Anonymuzz | Nov 6 2008, 01:07 AM |
 
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Allison awoke uncomfortably to a melodious rapping on the door of her truck. The sun hadn't even come up over the hillside, and she still only had about 10 hours of sleep under her belt over the past week, but she was suddenly wide awake. Someone seeking shelter? Target practice? She fumbled in the darkness and turned on the interior lights to see herself face to face with... "Get outta the fuckin' car!" A kid. Probably somewhere about fourteen or fifteen, and probably didn't even have a license. His idea of "enforcing a threat", though, was something worth laughing at. In fact, Allison did just that. "A steak knife? What are you doing playing around with that thing, kid? Didn't your momma' tell you not to play with knives?" She tries to sustain her laughter. The kid however, doesn't seem to find this as amusing. The little amount of light shining out the window onto his face makes his redness almost like the rising sun. He lifts the dirty knife close to his face, obviously trying to appear fearsome. It's more creepy than frightening, but more saddening than anything else. The first true signs of humanity she sees in a month, and it's holding a knife to her car window. She clears her throat and gives the child a cold glare, "Get out of here." The child stutters for a moment, obviously lost in a state of fear and madness, "N-no! I need your car! I can't stand living in this fucking bathroom anymore! Now get out of the car or I'll make you get out!" Her giggles subsided, and a frown spread across her face. The kid's been sitting in the bathroom with a knife for god knows how long. Family's probably dead. In fact, the car she saw flipped over in the corner was probably theirs. She gestured over to the flipped minivan. The kid knew what she was hinting at, and began to tear up. He did his best to restrain these tears by shouting again, "God damn it! Get out of the f-fucking car lady! I'll cut you up so bad you wish the zombies had gotten to you! I know how to use this thing! I've carved up hundreds of these shits already!" Now she was getting curious about this boy, but she couldn't get any answers out of him spouting his liar mouth with the rusted cutlery in his hand. She pulled the Smith and Wesson from her belt, "Knives don't pierce glass. So go ahead and--," and was cut off by a screech coming from the distance. The boy immediately turned tail and ran back for the bathroom, while Allison quickly turned off the lights. The kid's shouts must've attracted them. She heard the rustling of grass outside. It wasn't too thunderous, possibly a couple of curious zombies that wanted to split from the pack. They really were like wolves when she thought about it. Pack animals, uncanny sense of smell, and ruthless. These wolves just weren't as smart. Allison kept as still as stone in her truck as soon the "wolves" hit pavement. Judging by the sound of their movements, they were headed straight for that bathroom. Her heroic side took hold as she grabbed her pistol again and hopped outside. She lit a cigarette and held the lighter up in her free hand as a light source as she stealthily strode over to the bathroom. By now, she could hear the wolves banging on the door, which almost drowned out the kid's screams from inside. The bathroom light flickered on and off, it was obvious the boy was trying to get her attention from inside. It only made the zombies angrier. But they quickly began to catch onto the stealthy assassin creeping up behind them. There were three, and they turned around and charged at her. She crouched and flicked off the lighter, putting both hands to the revolver. She squeezed off all six shots. She'd almost gotten used to the kickback of the gun by now, but she still felt the recoil go up her arms. Three hit the first wolf, a heavyset Hispanic woman in the upper torso. Their strength had been enough to kill it. The second zombie, a tough looking black male, took a blow to the head, spraying blood against the outer bathroom wall. The third zombie, a lanky white guy, took it to the chin, completely taking off the malnourished head. The rest of the body fell lifelessly only feet from her. With the battle won, she plopped down on her butt let out a sigh. Allison didn't feel the need to reload her gun, got up, and walked over to the lavatory bunker. She knocked on the door, "They're dead." The door unlocked inside, and the kid poked his head out. His face was coated in dirt and tears, he must've taken a fall while running from the truck. He took a moment to survey they area before opening the door all the way. He stared at his feet for a moment, the knife still grasped tightly in his hand. With a better look on the kid, he was wearing a Los Angeles Dodgers T-Shirt and torn black jeans. His bare feet were so dirty, they almost looked like black socks for a moment. The kid bit his lip and trembled momentarily before grabbing for the knife again and flailing wildly at Allison. She grabbed him by the arm and smashed him over the head with her revolver. The blow didn't knock him out, but it put him out of his stupor into a mad crying fit. Suddenly feeling no remorse for the child, she shoved him back into the bathroom and closed the door. It seemed like a long walk back to the truck. She quickly turned her truck back on and left the rest stop behind. Eventually, she pulled over the sky began to regain its color, and napped a cold, dreamless nap. |
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