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“Maybe that was my plan. Act the part just to get you out here. Which would make you not very bright.”
“Clearly you under estimate the sort of fighter I am,” Maya said with a grin, hiding the fact that she actually wondered if the woman was speaking the truth.
“Oh? Oh?” He looked almost offended, “Is there a better time to get angry? Was there any other times when you were around to get angry? No? Why? Because. You. Weren’t. Around.” He growled, “I know you left.” He tried to refrain from raising his voice, “Oh. so you can just walk off whenever you like without even telling me? You just disappeared and I had no idea where you went.” Did he really mean that little to her?
While he chose to not raise his voice, she had no problem doing so herself,” You’re right! I wasn’t around! I’m sorry I would out learning to survive instead of hiding away in some city feeling sorry for myself!” It was a low blow, as she knew his reasons for being here and she knew it wasn’t how she was saying it, but he was actually attacking her decision and she really didn’t like that,” I can’t stay in this goddamn city, and out there, if you’re with anyone else you just lessen your chances of survival. It was better for us both for me to leave without you!” She glared at him a moment, knowing he would buy into her reasoning, no matter how much good intention she’d meant,” Doesn’t it matter that I’m back? That I saw the flames and the first thing I did was come for you?”
The bleakness of that just amused Regan further— the darker things got, the more she pushed towards not taking it seriously. “As long as it doesn’t start talking back. ‘Cause then I’ll definitely know I’ve cracked, right?” Actually, a talking cat wouldn’t be the craziest thing she’d seen in the last eighteen months, and far from the worst.
“Whatever makes you feel better,” Maya said, already bored with this banter,” If you’re not going to eat it, I think I’ll take it off your hands.”
Arching an eyebrow at the girl, she snorted. “This isn’t torture. It’s fine.” She reached into the pack, shoving tiny paws to the side as they clawed for her, and drew out a dented metal water bottle, without taking her eyes off the stranger. “If anyone needs putting out of their misery, looks like it’s you. What’s with the scowl? It’s only the end of the world. Lighten the fuck up, already.” She took a swig from the bottle, ready to go for her machete at a moment’s notice despite her casual tone.
“If a scowl is your only requirement for who should be judged, then you must live in a very lonely world. Then again, I did just catch you talking to dinner. So I suppose you already know how lonely this world can be.”
The fire was no longer his concern. In fact, he had been completely distracted from it ever since her reappearance. “Where. the. fuck. did. you. go, Maya.” Asher wanted to keep his anger in check because his sister was the last person he wanted to blow up at. Not to mention, she might just take off again.
Begrudgingly, he took a glance back to the mess, “A fire. What does it look like, but that’s not important here.”
She stared at him, not falling for her distraction. She heaved a sigh,” Really Asher? Of all the times for you get angry, now is when you choose to do it?” She took another step back from him, gone was any sense of emotion in her stance. She was back to herself as she looked at her brother,” Where did I go? I left. But you know that. I don’t know why you have to hear me say it!”
“What exactly would be a better use of my time?”
“Oh I don’t know, maybe killing rabids, building something that could house or grow food, doing anything to help with your actual survival and not .... this.”
“Hmm. How about neither?” Ronnie admitted, raising an eyebrow after a moment. “Fair enough?”
“Whatever makes you feel better, I suppose,” Maya said, figuring at least she’d stop talking now that she’d had her gloat.
Once the door had swung open and nothing came running, Zayden deemed it safe enough to enter in after her. A flashback to exactly what they’d left behind when taking off bloodied leg and all, nothing seemed like it’d gone far. That didn’t necessarily mean there was anything good there to begin with. Splitting for the other he called Alex, Zayden scanned the shelves he hadn’t quite gone through when she fell. Nothing of use coming up.
As she spoke once more, Zayden glanced back to her a sour look pulling across his face, sarcasm never much appreciated unless it came from his own lips. Already frustrated from the mishap that was his arm, Zayden’s tolerance was low. “How generous of you” he spat out, kneeling down beside a piece of old machinery, someone had obviously siphoned for fuel. Half a bucket left underneath the cap, he took it. Walking over to where she stood, he dumped the bucket on the pile of wood.
“Might as well make use of it” he said, pulling a lighter from his pocket. He could already feel the night air seeping through the walls, but in a gesture of good faith, Zayden lightly tossed the lighter her way.
She didn’t move as he worked on the gasoline, more curious what he was up to than anything. She watched him and caught the lighter when he tossed it to her. Fire. If there was one thing that Maya found comforting in this world it was fire. Destroying as much as cleaning everything it touched, and that was probably the only thing she could find beautifully poetic in a world of death. She looked over and picked up one of the few larger pieces of wood that didn’t get doused in gas and lit the lighter to it. Once the flame took she gave it a second to spread on the end of the wood piece. Couldn’t go throwing it on the stack and blow out on the way. She took steps bak because of how volatile gasoline was. She actually didn’t like he’d chosen it to get the fire going so fast, but it was already done so couldn’t do much now. Once she was okay with her distance she tossed the burning log onto the rest of the shattered furniture and watched as the scene of her embarassment was eaten away in flames.
After a few moments she turned to go and join back up by the man... that she just realized she never did get the name of. Hm. It wasn’t like he had her name, not the real one anyway. They were even in that regard. She motioned for him to sit, not willing to take any back talk about it. She opened her bag to what was left from the garden in the city. She wasn’t going to eat it all herself before it spoiled, so it was about to be his lucky night. Warmth, good food, and someone to help him not die for at least one more night.
She pulled the strawberry, lettuce, and carrots from the pack and offered them to him. As he reached to take them she asked,” So what’s with the arm. What did you do?”
“Alright I can hear you over there,” Kenzi called out as she heard what she thought was someone running. Walkers didn’t usually run or ever run really. “You may as well show yourself or something.”
“You’re not very bright are you? Just start yelling so people know exactly where you are.”
Regan leaned back on two legs of the chair she’d found, and eyed the sack by her feet. “What am I gonna do with you, you inedible little fucker…” The bag twitched in response, unhelpfully, and gave a tiny muffled meow. “I suppose you’re not that inedible… hardly seems worth it, though. Could skin you for a single mitten, I guess. Or just wait until you’re older…” A shadow fell over her, and she glanced up sharply, on guard.
Maya glanced to the bag and then back to the girl,” I don’t know whether to be impressed or disgusted that you like to torture small things in your free time. Why not just put it out of it’s misery and save yourself the wasted energy trying to decide what to do with it?”
Bambi suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, looking around from in between the tall bushes. She thought she heard something.. Like twigs being snapped or leafs being crushed underneath someones feet. She quickly lowered herself down into the green around her. Trying her best not to get seen by whatever was out there.
Rabids were a part of life now, Maya knew, but she couldn’t understand how after so much time people still found themselves getting turned. The asshole she’d thought had his shit together had just turned in front of her eyes and she wasn’t ready to actually deal with him, or the pack of rabids he’d allow to munch on him a little.
She moved her way through the underbrush, figuring if she got back camp she could get the rest of her gear. Sinking her knife into one of the monsters had somehow gotten stuck in the flesh and she wasn’t risking a hand to get it back. She took off full speed back to where she’d spent the night with the guy. Zombies weren’t necessarily super fast, but they were quicker than the ones in the movies, and she’d need as much time as possible to gather her shit. Half turned rabids were worse than the full ones, they had some of their previous knowledge and he’d know exactly where she was going.
“And mechanic tennis ball shooter is a….” he mumbled to himself pulling in the final wire before tweaking a few controls and loading the machine. Flicking the final switch the balls began to fly. “Got you piece of-” he paused seeing someone approach the court.
“With everything you could be spending your time doing right now... this is how you chose to spend it,” she said, clearly judging him.
Honestly, why was it so hard to get shit done around here? Whoever was creating chaos throughout the city had the golden hand and picked out everyone who wasn’t a pain in the ass, leaving behind all the assholes who didn’t do a damn thing to help. Now, Asher didn’t want to help out either because his room was still intact, but because they were lacking in numbers, he was dragged into this mess. Fucking arson. Someone actually had the balls to light this place on fire, just what were they thinking?
If Asher knew who was responsible for this then he’ll gladly return the favour. This was just making unnecessary work for all of them and why were they targeting other humans? That just didn’t make sense to him. As little as he cared for others, he couldn’t imagine killing off and kidnapping other people just to terrorize them. Everyone in the city was scared and was already trying to build up their defenses. As if the walkers out there weren’t enough trouble for them, they had to add this to the list.
He looked around, trying to figure out what to do next when a familiar face appeared in front of him. It had taken him a moment to realize who it was because of the abrupt appearance but before he could say anything, she launched herself at him for a hug. His arms instinctively wrapped themselves around his sister, thankful that she was still alive even though he couldn’t really believe it. It was almost like the shock he had when they first reunited. That this could have been a figment of his imagination.
But it wasn’t.
Pulling away, he looked down at her, “You’re back…” He mumbled before reality hit again, “You’re back.” This time more firm when he spoke. Asher was still mad that she had left without a word. “The hell did you go, Maya?”
She could tell instantly from his tone he wasn’t happy. She couldn’t blame him really, she knew exactly how infuriating it would be for her to disappear as she did, but she wasn’t planning to be back here now. Perhaps avoiding the topic was the best option.
“What happened? What’s going on? Who did this?” she asked, motioning at the destruction. Perhaps if she asked enough questions it would be enough of a distraction.
At the mention of his injury, Zayden sighed a fiery breath. Anger stewing inside, more so at himself for not being capable enough, then at her for pointing it out. Though it didn’t make his life any easier right now considering he was trying to pose threat enough to get at least some of what was left inside. “I could” he commented back without moving an inch. Specifically choosing the word could, if she started something he wouldn’t back down. And Zayden was fairly sure she knew this.
At her next words, he was taken aback, only outdone when she turned her back to him. A strange gesture from someone of her ability and strength, Zayden wasn’t sure how to take it. But much to his surprise he didn’t take it as an opportunity to take an easy shot at her. Instead he lowered his gun down as she disappeared around the corner, his feet following cautiously behind. He wasn’t about to get played into waiting around while she took everything.
Keeping a good distance, Zayden let her go first, if something was inside better her get eaten than him.
She could hear him moving behind her but she didn’t turn to look at him, not yet anyway. He wasn’t close enough to do anything to her, and that was fine. She slowly opened the door, gun ready, and peered into the darkened area within. Seeing and hearing nothing, she pushed the door making it open and hit the wall behind it. She glanced immediately to where her accident had happened and surprisingly nothing looked moved much. Either this place wasn’t happened upon very often, or they were both about to be very disappointed. She glanced upward to where the office had been before it all tumbled downward, with her with it.
Shaking her head at her own foolishness, she started walking over to the fallen furniture and her eye out for anything that could prove useful. Depending on what she found, she may actually share it with the her little shadow following her now. She rolled her eyes as she moved, knowing he couldn’t see her do it anyway.
She said nothing, walking through the rubble, kicking things here and there to see what all might be underneath. Disappointment turned out to be the final verdict after she made her first round through the stuff. She turned to the man, still behind her although clearly doing his own scavenging,” Well, you’re in luck. There’s plenty of wood and dried blood. I’ll be nice, let you have it.”
“Ouch–end of the world sass–gotta love it.” Ronnie deadpanned, looking over the girl a moment before shrugging. “What do you think?”
“I think I’ve heard crazier things that both the options. So, why not elighten me.”
“Take the advice as you wish. I’m simply letting a stranger know I do not take kindly to strangers watching me.” She said with a soft smile. “Unless you are one of those crazy people I’ve been hearing about. Then I’d say what fun is it killing someone with a gun?” She dangerously teased.
“I don’t know that it’s fun to kill people, it’s just a necessity sometimes. The real question here is if you’re still going to shoot me when you can see me?”
Delilah ran from the hoarde of undead. She was sure she had never ran this fast before the outbreak started, and a few times she was sure she was going to slip and fall on her face. She could see an old building coming up in the distance, and although she didn’t know what she would find inside she figured it was her only chance. Delilah pulled open the door to the building, slamming it shut behind her. She held her weight against it, taking a moment to catch her breath when she noticed something moving across the room. “Who’s there?” She asked, gripping her knife tighter and feeling stupid for leaving her other weapons back at camp.
Maya stepped into the light that came from the broken window above them so she could be more readily seen,” I’m the woman wondering why you’re dragging a pack of rabids here. The woman who will not hesitate to throw you out for their dinner. And you are?”
