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Authors: C. M. Wright
Suddenly, something white and
black slams into the side of Will, making him stumble and his gun fly
across the room. Sara! With her white towel and her long black hair,
she stands her full five feet two inches and lets Will have it.
"You
stupid ass son-of-a-bitch!"
Oh, now wait just one
second, Bitch!
That's my husband you're talking to!
"Can't
you see that woman is hurt? They weren't kissing, you fool! He was
trying to hear what she was saying."
Hmm, so we have a
sneaky little eavesdropper, do we?
Jake
informs her that Will is my husband and she says, "Oh, sorry".
I release Jake's head
(oops!
Forgot.)
and my arms bang down onto his thighs. But I can't do
anything about it. Holding my arms up and the tightening of my body
from the stress, has not made my back very happy.
AM I paralyzed?I
couldn't move my legs if I were, could I? Wait.
Have
I moved
them, yet?
I wiggle my leg.
Right. So I can't be paralyzed,
right? RIGHT?
Starting to panic, I jerk my eyes
to Will and he immediately drops to my side. He tells me he's sorry
and I manage to croak out Jake's name and nod towards him. Will
closes his eyes, sighs, and with clenched teeth, apologizes to Jake.
He adds short and to the point, thanks for taking care of
my
wife.
Yeah.
Total emphasis on 'my'.
I'm confused by his attitude, and
the look I give him tells him that. He looks away. Yeah, I get he had
a pretty bad shock and that anyone would have thought the same, but
he's usually quick to get over things, especially if he's wrong. And
you would think he'd be grateful Jake was here to take care of me.
Jake tells Will everything that
happened as fast as he can, after all, we still have a few zombies
(possibly) and a mad man around. They discuss taking me back to the
other building, but I shake my head furiously. I manage to croak out
that we don't have time, we need those weapons, and we've got to save
Ma. I tell them to help me to the Hummer out back and I will wait for
them there. They consider it for far too long and then finally agree.
Jake lowers his legs down beside me and Will brings one arm across
the back of my shoulders and the other around my lower back. I sit
forward as much as I can so Jake can get out of behind me. Jake puts
one of his arms around my waist and just below Will's arm on my
shoulders. Will asks if I'm ready and I scream
NO
in my mind,
but nod my head yes.
They slowly pull me into a
standing position, then give me a few moments to get past the worst
of the pain from the movement. Now they are trying to figure out how
best to get me down the halls, stairs, and into the truck. I start to
feel panic build up, knowing that man,
(What's his name? Oh yeah.
Tony.)
could come back any second. I force out 'MOVE' and I think
they got the picture. So they decide Will is going to carry me.
HAHAHAHAHA!
Really!
Ok, you do remember, I'm not
some skinny-ass, tiny, petite, little thing, don't ya?.
I love my
husband dearly, and he
is
strong and could probably have
somehow managed it
if
he hadn't hurt
his
back falling
off a roof on a construction job before he started working at the
school. I shake my head at him and whisper, that if his back gives
out we are both screwed.
He looks at Jake, then me, then
back to Jake, and snarls out,"Fine. You carry her."
Jake and I share a questioning
look that neither of us has an answer to. Then he gently lifts me up
and carries me against his chest. Will grabs his gun and goes to the
door. Jake stays behind him, waiting for the 'ok' to go, Sara is
behind us. When Will says it's safe, Jake tells Sara to get between
us and Will. She does and we all follow Will safely to the truck.
Jake puts me inside the truck and orders Sara to wait in the vehicle,
too. I see her bristle at being ordered around, but she'd better get
used to it now. Jake grabs a strong piece of rope from one of the
storage compartments in the back and wraps it around her torso
securing her arms to her side. Then he ties a noose around her throat
securing it to the unmovable backseat headrest. The noose isn't tight
so she shouldn't hurt herself. But if she turns into a zombie it
will
keep her secure.
I hope!
Will crouches down beside my
door. He still looks so angry. So tense and full of hatred. At me or
Jake or both? I don't know.
He asks me, "You ok?"
"I guess. Not really. I'll
be alright."
Why the hell am I nervous?
I haven’t
done anything.
Have I?
"Well, hang on until we get
this shit done. Then we'll get you back with the others and get you
taken care of." He stands.
"Hey, can you guys get all
the fatigues, socks and boots you can find? I mean, once you get Tony
and the weapons, of course. And if you want to." Geez. Could I
sound anymore like a pathetic child who's just gotten in trouble?
Will's just making me really nervous. Would be better if I knew what
it was I did! It just can't be what he walked in on. Or, rather,
exploded in on. They both nod and I see Jake give him a worried look.
Yeah, Buddy.
I'm worried, too.
Watch your back.
I
don't
think
Will would kill him, now. But I’ve never
seen him this angry, either.
They turn to go back inside the
building and it hits me that I might lose Will. He might not come
back out. I yell his name which, actually, comes out more like a loud
bark. But, hey, better than a croak! I watch him turn back to me,
look at me with his hard frosty stare, then finally, walks back to
me.
"Come here" I whisper
to him. He leans down but not very close to me. "Can I have a
kiss before you go back in there?" He stares at me, breath
coming out of his nostrils in heavy bursts. He narrows his eyes into
a glare, leans forward and kisses me long and deep. With the way he's
been looking and acting, I was expecting just a quick peck, if
anything.
He leans back just enough for me
to see his cold, hard eyes. Then very low, very quietly he says, "I
love you." I tell him I love him, too, very much. He stares at
me a few more seconds, then says simply, "Window."
Then he stands and walks away.
Window?
Was that really
what he said?
What is that supposed to mean?
I watch as
they both head inside, my mind in total confusion.
"Hey!"
SHIT!
I
turn and look at Sara, completely forgetting she was there.
"What?" She's looking
at me with pure hatred.
What the hell?
I'm just pissing
everyone off today, huh?
"So, what's the deal with
you and Jake? Imagine my surprise when I find out you also have a
husband!" She laughs drily.
"What the hell are you
talking about? There is
nothing
between me and Jake but
friendship. We only just met each other a day ago." She laughs
at me, hatefully.
"Look, don't play stupid
with me. You're not talking to some innocent little girl. I might
have been married to Mike, but I have had plenty of lovers. Yeah,
even Tony." She smirks at my expression of disbelief and
disgust.
"That
little performance of yours was impressive. Pretending you can't
move, letting Jake take care of you, hold you, rub all over you. And
Jake fell for it. He's fallen hard for you, not sure why. I mean,
look at you, you're as big as a damn cow!"
Well, you
slutty little bitch!
"Ok,
first of all, it was not pretend. If you only knew half the shit my
body has gone through in just the last day, you wouldn't be opening
your stupid mouth. Second, I had no clue what Jake was doing when I
was out, but I can assure you, he wasn't rubbing
all over
me
. My cheek is a hell of a lot
different than
ALL OVER
!
And as for me being as big as a cow, what? Are you still in high
school?"
"Yeah, whatever. But even
though you had most of his attention, he still got a good look when
my towel "accidentally" fell off. In fact, he even helped
me get it back on...when we were done." She laughs once again. I
am so gonna need to knock the shit out of her. Does she not realize
she's a bit vulnerable right now? She keeps laughing that evil laugh
of hers, even after I have turned around and attempted to ignore her.
Finally, I’ve had enough. I pull out my second handgun and whip
around in the seat
(OH MY GOD! That hurts!)
and point the gun
at her face. Her laugh dies immediately.
"Shut. The. Hell. Up."
I growl through clenched teeth. Her eyes are huge in her skinny,
barely-there face, her mouth hangs open and drool slips out in one
long string down her chin and onto her chest, soaking into the towel.
Satisfied,
I turn around and drop my head, fighting to keep in the screams from
the pain in my back.
But damn, it was worth it!
Good
thing she doesn't know it wasn't loaded.
I
give one of her evil laughs in my head. Silence, finally. I relax
back in my seat, trying to ease the stabbing pain. I rest my head
back on the seat and close my eyes. I can hear Sara's panting
breaths, partly from fear, partly from anger, I'm sure.
Gunshots
have my eyelids flying open. That had to be Jake's gun. Will took my
handgun which has a silencer and his handgun which doesn't, but
that
was a automatic. At least, I hope
it's our guys shooting. A bunch of gunshots, tension, fear, terror,
and time later, the backdoor opens and Will and Jake come out, each
carrying three bags on each hand. They load them in the rear of the
truck, go back inside, and return with even more. Finally, Jake gets
in the backseat next to Sara
(gag!)
and
Will gets in the driver's seat and drives us back to the other
building. He honks twice and the smaller door slowly opens, and Dad's
head appears. Then the small door closes and the large one opens.
Will
pulls in and parks near the stairs. Jake gets out and he and Dad
unload the bags. I see Jake open one bag and pull out a set of black
fatigues. Holding them, he looks at Sara, me, then back to Sara
before replacing them and getting out the camo colored ones.
Yay,
Jake!
She's so not worthy enough to wear our color!
Smiling, I turn my head and see
Will watching me watch Jake and the flash of fire in his eyes makes
my smile disappear real fast. With hard, jerking motions he flings
the door open and slams it behind him. I flinch and Sara lets out a
yip. I follow Will with my eyes as he just leaves me and goes
upstairs! I wait a few minutes, hoping he's coming back, and just
when I open my door and try to turn in my seat, he finally does.
"I
told you to wait."
Uh, no you didn't.
But
I'm not stupid enough to say so aloud.
"Wonder
why."
Sarcasm.
Nice.
I
hear Sara snicker in the back but before I can say or do anything,
Will snaps his head in her direction and with the look he shoots her,
has her shutting up and looking out the other window.
How
you like them apples, Hoochie?
Will helps me out of the Hummer
and it takes a very long time before I'm upright, if you consider
bent over like an old lady upright. He helps me to the bottom of the
stairs and we stop. I raise my head, following the distance to the
top, and almost pass out right there. I suck in my breath and look at
Will.
I don't think I can do this!
Apparently, he doesn't
either, as he calls for Jake, which I can tell killed him to do. Jake
gently picks me up again, and carries me up the stairs. Will snaps
out a thanks and Jake says he doesn't mind carrying me to our room
but Will tells him no, in a voice that no one argues with. Jake sets
me back on my feet gently and I thank him. Jake goes back downstairs
and Will helps me to our room.
I look around the room and wonder
how the hell I'm going to get
on
the floor, how I'm going to
lay
on the floor, and how I'm going to get
off
the
floor.
"This isn't going to work."
Will tells me. He grabs a chair, picks it up, and brings it to me.
"Sit here and I'll be right back." I sit.
Not even two minutes later, my
mom comes hurrying in. She told me Jake had told her what happened to
me in the armory and as she was coming in to look at me, Will stopped
her and asked her to take a look at me. So, she's taking a look at
me. She unbuttons and removes my shirt, then does the same to my
pants. She helps me stand and then looks, pokes, and prods at my
neck, all the way down my spine, and also checks my ribs.
We hear footsteps coming, and Mom
grabs a blanket, throwing it around me. Will walks in with a couple
cots and Mom and I both breathe a sigh of relief. She tells him she
wants him to help me shower, put on one of the and nightshirt and
sleep pants I brought from home and she would be back. Will doesn't
seem too enthusiastic about it, so I tell him I can manage, but he
gives me a dirty look and helps me, anyway.
Since I can't move much to wash,
well, anything, Will strips and goes in the shower with me. I know
what you're thinking,
uh oh! Here comes the sex scene!
….......Are you serious?