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Post by Shawn on Jul 15, 2011 6:38:37 GMT -5
Gator sighed and holstered his gun once Rayne started talking about zombies. “Thank god I thought I was going crazy.” He said looking around, they hadn't made a mess of the place and they did seemed honest, plus who in there right mind would make up a story about zombies. He glanced over at the other girl, the one who'd screamed and he felt kind of bad, obviously they'd been chased zombies and that could ruin anyone's night. “I'm sorry if scared you guys, just a little on edge, ran into a zombie while I was out hunting, not exactly a great way to end the night.” He said trying to be friendly. “And I don't live here, I just own the place and sometimes I stay here for a night or two while down here.” He said as he walked around the house a bit, it brought back old memories from when he was a kid and that's probably why he never sold the place. “Anyway don't worry about it, I promise not to arrest anyone.” He said grinning. “So is this a world wide thing or just a local problem.” He asked glancing back out the door.
Guy rolled his eyes. “I'm not scared and I don't hide alright.” He said slightly annoyed by her accusation. “If there are some zombies I don't want you to get to have all the fun shooting them.” He explained, and that was mostly true. Then she gave him some sort of look after he gave his threat. “Gee Ice I think your bluffing, would really want to be anywhere near my tongue?” He joked as he thought about singing, then decided to save it for next time they were in a car, he didn't want to alert any zombies that could be around. He noticed the barn was padlocked and he was about to offer to pick the lock but she shot the thing off instead. Well that's one way to do it, he thought. She asked who would live her and he laughed a bit. “Well it is a barn so I'd guess horse and maybe other livestock lived here rather than a person.” He said being a smartass again, really he didn't think the barn was so bad either. “I've stayed in places worse than this.” He added shrugging as he looked around. She told him to go check the tack room, which he was going to assume where she gestured towards. He glanced at the dark room nervously. “I am perfectly fine, I'm not afraid of the dark.” He said as he headed slowly towards the room. He carefully opened the door and took a few steps inside, he held out his phone for light when something flew by his head. He looked around quickly, really not wanting to be there when something moved. He tried to find it with the light from his phone but couldn't, then it flew past his head and Guy screamed and ducked down just as a small bat flew past his head. Yeah that was embarrassing. He took another look around, found nothing but junk and quickly left the room. “Yeah nothing in there but flying diseases.” He muttered.
Nate snapped out of his trance and looked over at Amelia, part shocked, anger, annoyed and a little confused. Did she really just kiss him on the cheek and the talk to him like some scared child. He stopped himself from saying anything too harsh. He liked her and he didn't want to say something too cruel and he was tempted to. He really wasn't used to censoring himself, he didn't really believe in censoring himself but obviously she was trying to be nice and he didn't want to be the worlds biggest jackass right now. “Yeah, I'm fine, I just-” He paused for a second and looked at her. He had sort of been a jerk earlier and she was still cool with him, maybe he should let her know exactly how bad he was, so she wouldn't have to waste too much time around him. “I killed someone once.” He said just barely loud enough for her to hear as he pretend to look for gas cans. “I had a bad gambling problem, and I owed some money, a lot of money, to some real bad people and they gave me some alternative ways to pay them back. I did small things at first then more dangerous things, and then they wanted me to get information from some guy and so I did that and...” He said softly as he refrained from looking at her. “And after I found what they needed to know they gave me an order to kill.” He said sliding the gun into his pocket. He found an empty gas can and set it by the door.
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Post by marie on Jul 15, 2011 14:27:51 GMT -5
Amelia was still kicking her ownself in the ass to even think about much of anything else, but she did notice she did shock him, along with other things. She was thinking along the hell of what the fuck has gotten in to me. She opened a few cabniets, gun infront of her cause she really didn't know if a zombie was like in there. She was still waiting for him to snap at her for getting sensitive on him, and when he didn't...She tried not showing a smile, a real smile so she turned her head and kept it away from him. When she heard him, she raised her eyebrow glancing at him and ended up leaning against the wall with her foot on the wall, while listening to his little story. Kinda made her remember about when she was trailed for that same thing, well kinda. And she considering going, Oh my.. and she slipped, "I was on trail for murder once..." she trailed, not saying if she did it or not. She found a gas can, and put it by his and ended up beside him, "That doesn't scare me, dear. You'll have to do better than that." she smiled and knudge him. She slided her gun in her waist band, "I think we just bonded there." she gave a slight smile, leaning and gave him a kiss, then pulled away and glanced around the kitchen, "What else are we suppose to look for?" she asked, not remembering what the chick said.
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Post by Shawn on Jul 17, 2011 9:24:28 GMT -5
Q rolled his eyes at Myra's question. “Of course it works, jeez, a guy invents a few cures that go, a little bit wrong and now you just doubt my work entirely.” He said, mostly to himself as he shook his head with disappointment. He could tell by her look that he was to give the simplest possible explanation for things right now. He grabbed his Red Bull and drank the other half of it before frantically looking around for the GPS system in which to track their nemesis's. Then he remembered he'd already given the screen to Myra and so he quickly grabbed it back and turned it on.
“All I have to do is activate nanobot's transmitting chip, and load the information, and...” He mumbled to himself as he pushed a series of buttons and programed the system to track the signal. Then he handed it back to her. “So our car is the little blue dot, and Rayne and Ice's car is the little red dot. So all we have to do is make the little blue dot get to the red dot and then we will have found Rayne.” Quentin said, extremely slowly as if he was explaining it to a three year old child. He was excited, he might get some awesome fight footage for his film. He was well aware of the fact that Myra wasn't going to let him release his film, he would figure away around that, maybe release it as fiction.
A new thought popped into Quentin’s head, and he searched his pocket for his Ipod, found it and lunged forward and plunged it in to the car's stereo. “Oh so in my spare time I made us a play list filled with songs about zombies and other things sort of relate or current predicament.” He said very excited about it as the song Zombie Prostitute started playing over the car's speakers. “Isn't fun, road tripping and zombie hunting, and science, plus we like get paid for this.” He said hopping around in his seat.
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Post by Shawn on Jul 18, 2011 5:44:14 GMT -5
Nate kept his gaze fixed to the floor, he'd never shared that part of his past with anyone else before, but it wasn't like he'd found anyone worth talking to about it before now. The only other person who knew was Guy and that was because he'd been a part of it too, but he kept Guy's role out of what he told Amelia, that wasn't his secret to tell. Nate turned his head to look at her when she mentioned she was on trail for murder. He wondered who her trial had gone, and if she'd actually murdered anyone, but it really wasn't his business and if she wanted to share about her past with him, she probably would've. She said he didn't scare her and he smiled a little. He hadn't scared her away from him yet but then again she barely knew him. There was a second where Nate feared that his sharing might have made things awkward between them but then she kissed him and things felt less awkward.
“I'm a narcissist, a kleptomaniac, a con artist and occasionally a jackass.” Nate said, figuring if the murderer and compulsive gambler thing hadn't scared her off he might as well get the rest of his issues out of the way. “I'm greed, and I have no idea what else we were supposed to be looking for because I hate taking orders and I really don't pay attention when people try and give me them.” He pulled up the leg on his jeans and reveled a smiley face burned into his ankle. “And I did that because I was bored, it hurt and it was fun.” He said letting go of the leg of his jeans. “Also I really like you and it felt pretty damn awesome to get all that off my chest. So if any of that bothers you now would be a good time to say so before I fall even harder for you.” He said shrugging with a slight grin. Nate didn't like keeping secrets and ever since the murder thing that was all he'd been doing, so he was glad to just be honest for once.
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Post by marie on Jul 18, 2011 11:12:31 GMT -5
Amelia kepted her eye on him and looking around for anyone or zombies. She hadn't really planned on admiting anything from her past or explain why she is how she is. She glanced back towards him when she heard him talking about all these little things, "Babe, I already figured you was a kleptomaniac and the jackass part is a given." she smiled, then listened to him continue and decided that he was fixing to be talking alot so she stayed quiet and listen, she'd glanced up towards the ceiling or down to the floor but she heard I really like you, she looked back at him with a slight smile. "All those things don't scare me. I'm a pathological liar and yet, I can't really find a way to lie to you and it bothers me. I have a split personality, which you've seen when I was mad then suddenly I was nice again. I'm a bitch." she shrugged, like he should have already picked up on this. "My full first name is Amelia-Catherine, call me the second name and i'll kick you." she admited. "I race cars....and I had lung cancer when i was little, but managed to actually survive it." she glanced down, she really didn't know why she was admitting little things here and there, "I guess you can say, I really like you, too. It'd explain why I'd actually protect you from the zombies." she said, with a smile. She walked up to him saying, "I think their main focus was getting gas for the car." She kissed his cheek, "Feel better now?" she asked, with a smile. So far, they collected two cans and she really didn't feel like looking around that much.
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Post by Chris on Jul 18, 2011 15:25:05 GMT -5
Ice rolled her eyes when Guy said that he thought she was buffing about ripping his tongue out because she wouldn't really want to get that close. "Oh please. I've seen more disgusting, disease-ridden things then that. Though it is at the top of the list," she quipped dryly.
Ice turned and climbed up the ladder to check out the hayloft as Guy went into the tack room. She looked around for a moment, and didn't find anything besides hay, big surprise there, but it never hurt to check, after all. Ice had found out a long time ago that it was better to be safe then sorry. Ice was just walking over to the ladder when she heard a scream. Which, it took her a second but she realized that it was Guy screaming. Huh, she hadn't thought pretty boy was a screamer.
Ice went halfway down the ladder, then dropped the rest of the way and landed on her feet, and hurried over towards the tack room. As much as Guy drove her insane, she was planning on helping him, that's what her and Rayne were there for, after all, to help all of the survivors that they could.
Just as she reached the tack room, Guy came out, muttering something about flying diseases. Ice blinked at him for a second. Then she suddenly did something that she never did; she burst out laughing. Not just a little laugh, either. Ice was laughing so hard she doubled over and her eyes were watering. "You. . . screamed. . . because of. . . a bat?!" she managed to get out in gasps.
Ice took a deep breath to try to get her laughter under control. "Zombies try to eat you, you don't scream. But a bat flies at you and you freak out." Ice shook her head and reached over and shoved Guy's shoulder. "Seriously, dude. I'd take a bat over a zombie any day," she said.
Ice sighed and rubbed her eyes. "That almost is worth having to do deal with your smartass attitude. You scream like a little girl, you know," Ice teased. "I thought we'd found some little girl hiding in here," she said, grinning. Which was yet another thing that Ice never did, it was actually the first time she'd smiled at all in awhile.
Ice realized that she was smiling and cleared her throat, clearing the smile off of her face as she slid her gun back into her waistband and looked around the barn. "Looks like there's nothing in here. We should probably go catch up with the others and see how the house is," she suggested, already turning to walk out the door.
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Post by Chris on Jul 18, 2011 16:08:20 GMT -5
Rayne snorted slightly when Gator said that he thought he was going crazy and explained that he'd seen a zombie earlier. "Well, I can guarantee that you're not crazy, though I understand the feeling," she muttered. Rayne had became use to seeing zombies now, but she remembered all too well the first time she'd ever seen one. She'd hoped it was just some nightmare she'd wake up from. But, sadly, that was years ago and she hadn't woken up yet.
Jaz scrunched her nose up a little. "Well, it's kind of hard not to scare people when you come busting in with a gun pointed at them," she said, "but, as long as you don't shoot me, I'll forgive you for it," she added. Jaz shrugged. "Besides, I can kind of understand the whole 'being on edge' thing. We just ran into a whole bunch of those things at the ball in Blue Water. I keep expecting for a whole bunch to come stumbling in here. But I suppose it's not like we can't outrun them, most of them seem to be pretty slow," she rambled.
Rayne shook her head slightly at Jaz's rambling, silently glad that Ice wasn't bad yet. She had a feeling she was going to have to keep Ice from shooting Jaz before this whole thing was over. The blonde was pretty much everything Ice hated rolled into one. At least Gator said that he promised not to arrest anything. That would certainly make things difficult. Well, more difficult then they already were, anyway.
"We'd all appreciate that," Rayne said, "bad enough being chased by zombies. Getting arrested wouldn't really improve the day," she said. When Gator asked if it was a local or world wide thing, Rayne paused. She'd have to probably explain the whole thing to him like she had the others soon enough. But. . . well, Rayne was a little weary of cops. Even though Gator seemed nice enough, Rayne had a lot of bad experience with cops that tended to either take things the wrong way, or turn it around on her. Yeah, not really something Rayne was in the mood to deal with at the moment. Especially if he started asking how she knew everything she did, that could get tricky.
"I'm not entirely sure," Rayne began, "we know that it's affecting at least Blue Water and whatever town this is, and everything in between. We haven't came across a single living person through the last few towns. They must have already evacuated." At least Rayne hoped that they had. "We haven't been able to get a signal on the radio or find a TV station. So we don't know how bad it's gotten," she explained.
"I think it might get pretty bad, though," she said grimly. "It's a very long story, but a research company is responsible for the outbreak, Umbrella, I don't know if you've heard of it or not. But it's an international wide company-" Rayne shrugged "-so your guess is as good as ours if it's happening outside of the state," she added.
Rayne ran her hand through her hair. "There's a few other people here too. My friend Ice and Guy are checking out the barn, and Amelia and Nate are checking out the storage shed. I was hoping that they could find some gas for our car," she explained. Rayne walked over and looked out the window, partly to see if anyone of them were on their way back inside yet and partly to make sure that Myra and company weren't lurking around anywhere. Which reminded her. . . how in the Hell was she going to explain that to Gator? She hadn't really had too hard a time with the others because they'd gotten to see Myra themselves, as well as the exploding mall. Of course if she waited long enough he'd probably get his own first hand 'Myra experience' anyway.
Rayne looked back to Gator, remembering something. "You uh. . . said that you ran into a zombie?" she asked, "you didn't get bit, right?"
Jaz scrunched her nose up again. "I don't know who would let one of those things get close enough to bite them to begin with," she said, ignoring the confused look Rayne gave her. Jaz looked over at Gator. "You're just lucky you didn't run into a whole hoard of them like we did. Or a crazy lady with a gun that tried to kill us all and blew up the mall," she added. "Anyone else think this has turned into something out of a bad horror movie?" she muttered sitting down in one of the chairs.
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Post by Chris on Jul 18, 2011 18:51:37 GMT -5
Myra narrowed her eyes at Q. "A few cures that go a little bit wrong?" she repeated. "I think that's the understatement of the century, Brain Boy," she grumbled.
Luckily though, Q appeared to have caught the look that Myra gave him and didn't try to explain everything step by step. Apparently the last time he'd tried after Myra had gave him a warning look and she'd slapped him upside the head and threatened him within an inch of his life had taught him not to do that again.
She took the little screen. . . thingy, back from Q after he punched in a few buttons but gave him a look for the way that he explained it to her. "I'm not a child," she snapped. "I just didn't spend my life with my nose in a book to be able to understand that rambling nonsense you do all the time," she grumbled. She looked at the screen, squinting her eyes a little. Their car was the blue one, and Rayne and Ice was the red one. . . it looked like Rayne and Ice had a good little distance on them. But it looked like they had stopped moving.
Myra leaned back in her seat, studying the screen. "It looks like they're in the next town," she called up to Jayne. She squinted her eyes again. There were little names listed on the screen, which looked to be street names. "Looks like they're on. . . what the Hell does that say?" she grumbled to herself. "Old Mudd Road," she finally read. "Just off of it, like on a little side road or something."
Myra looked up, frowning when Q plugged his Ipod into the car stereo. Only Q would think to make a damn playlist for zombie hunting. "There better not be any Taylor Swift or Justin Bieber on there or I swear to God I will shoot you in the ass," she threatened. Actually she was half tempted to pull the damn thing out of the radio all together. But, she had done that before and Q had whined about it the entire rest of the trip.
But, when Q went on to ask if this wasn't fun, and started hopping around in his seat, that was a bit too much for Myra to handle. She glared at him for a moment, then she reached over and smacked him upside the head. "Would you stop hopping around like a damn bunny hyped up on sugar?" she snapped. "If I so much as see you reach for anything that has even a single drop of caffeine in it, I'm going to cut your damn hand off," she warned. Q was hyper and annoying in his own right, but Q hyped up on caffeine was enough to make Myra want to jump out of the moving car. Or push Q out of it. One or the other. Actually the only thing stopping Myra from opening the door and shoving Q out on his head right then and there was that she knew it wouldn't do any good; he'd just track her down again.
"Fun?" she repeated, "Fun. So you think it's fun to have to go chase down a bunch of traitors, risk getting eaten, listen to you babbling your scientific nonsense, for barely enough money to cover for the gas?" Myra nearly hissed.
"If you continue to hop around," Myra continued, "then I'm going to push you into the next hoard of on-coming zombies. Zombies, I might add, that you're responsible for creating," Myra hissed, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms over her chest.
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Post by Shawn on Jul 19, 2011 1:30:47 GMT -5
Nate glanced at Amelia with a raised eyebrow when she said the jackass thing was a given. He played with the ball of this tongue ring, grinding it between his teeth trying not to say something about the comment. Yeah he knew he was a jackass, he'd just freaking admitted it to her, and she really didn't have to point it back out to him. Plus he'd put a legitimate effort into being less jackass-y for the past few hours and didn't that effort sort of take him out of the running for the jackass of the month club. Also he hadn't even said anything mean, yet, and that was practically the closest he ever got to being nice. He almost let it go, because she did the sharing thing and he wasn't really in a mood to fight with her and then she mentioned protecting him from zombies.
“I'm bored.” He said leaving the storage shed, he really had no interested in completing stupid missions given to him by Rayne and Ice. He headed back to where the hummer was and noticed that there was another car there. He glanced around and didn't see the driver so he got closer a looked into the car. He tried the handle and found the car unlocked. He looked around inside the car and found a wallet, he looked inside for cash and found an ID. Nate rolled his eyes and groaned, the last thing he thought was going to happen was running into a cop.
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Post by marie on Jul 19, 2011 2:36:37 GMT -5
Amelia was expecting a little more...well different reaction towards Nate since she had did the story time junk. Well this would be one reason why she barely had any friends, so when she heard him say I"m bored and then leave. She almost went after him and would have punched him, she rolled her eyes, "Boys.." she mutter. She punched a hole through one of the cabniet's and kicked a few times at the wall. After her little temper tantrum, she found a gas tank that had maybe a liter or some shit, she wasn't good at matrics since she barely remembered going to school.
She grabed the gas tanks that had something in them, and poor one in there and just put the other in the back and retrieved the empty one and then put them there. She glanced to see a nice car..camero....and they go pretty fast. She noticed Nate was looking inside for something and shook her head, and carefully walking around. She had a slight urge to pretend to be a cop but even she would hate herself after that. She saw him like in the car so she pulled on his shirt, pulling him towards her and when he faced her, she kissed him. When she pulled away she started kissing down his neck then lean away, "So.." she trailed noticeing the ID, she let out an irritated sigh, "Cop? isn't he suppose to be dead now?"
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Post by Shawn on Jul 22, 2011 1:48:24 GMT -5
Quentin rolled his eyes, most of his cures hadn't gone too wrong, and the zombie thing was impossible to predict the first time it happened, though after the first cure went wrong he had gone a little mad scientist. “Rambling nonsense? I do not ramble I simply explain things thoroughly, it's not my fault if you can't keep up.” He said rolling his eyes, he tried to explain things properly, she got mad, he tried to explain things simply, and she still got mad. He really had no idea why he even bothered to try and get on her good side, he wasn't even sure Myra had a good side. Actually he was pretty sure she didn't.
“Old Mudd Road...” Q repeated not liking the sound of that road at all. “Why are these zombies outbreaks always in the middle of nowhere. Just once can't we go fight zombies in like Vegas or someplace remotely fun.” He said whining a bit, he was so sick of boring empty towns. “Or an amusement park. Oh my god wouldn't that awesome if like zombies invaded an amusement park and we had stop them and then we could shoot at them from roller coasters.” He said instantly excited by that thought. “That would be great for my film.” He added almost beginning to believe it was a possibility. She then warned him against playing any Taylor Swift or Justin Bieber. Q instantly made fake gagging noise as he rolled his eyes. “What do you think I am? A twelve year girl, seriously Myra.” He said just before one song ended and Britney Spear's Baby Once More Time came over the speakers. He was almost grinning when Myra reached over and smacked him. She then went on to ban him from his precious Red Bull, and all caffeinated and sugary beverages in general. It was not only insulting but ridiculous. He was an adult and she was certainly not the boss of him. He glanced over at the Red Bull thought about grabbing another one and decided against it. Q shrugged, the beverage wasn't really worth his life, and Myra was clearly annoyed enough.
“But if you cut my hand off I won't be able invent cures for you, I will instead have to focus my energy surplus on creating a robotic replacement hand for myself. I could make one just like Luke Skywalker got at the end of Empire Strikes Back.” Q said as he began to think about Star Wars, and he suddenly wished he had brought a lightsaber with him. Then again if he had brought his lightsaber Myra probably would've taken it and broken it for fun. He did think it was fun to track down Rayne and Ice while fighting off zombies and trying to save the world with a miracle cure. It was like being in his very own action movie. He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when Myra accused him of being responsible for the zombies. He narrowed his starred at Myra for a second before sinking down into he seat a bit and then sharply kicking the back of Myra's seat.
“The zombie thing is not my fault okay. I am just a scientist, I create things I have nothing to do with how other people use them. I did my job and it was your bosses that wanted more, and they are the ones shipping that shit all over and leaking it all over the fucking, not me.” Quentin said angrily.
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Post by Shawn on Jul 22, 2011 2:02:22 GMT -5
Guy was still trying to calm himself down after his unnervingly close encounter the flying disease carrying creature from hell. He looked around quickly and made sure that disgusting winged rat wasn't anywhere near him before calming down a bit. Guy heard laughing and glanced over at Ice. Oh good god he was never going to hear the end of this, he'd forgotten that she was around, and clearly she'd heard him. He was about flip out but, okay it was a little funny. He chuckled slightly and tried to look as serious as he could manage. “It's not funny, bat's are disgusting, they're like blood drinking rat's with wings that fly around spreading rabies and ebola and other awful diseases.” Guy said, really trying to be serious but he was sort of failing at it.
Then she said he screamed like a girl and he stopped laughing. “I do not. And if so you must no some super manly girls all filled with testosterone and steroids or something. I have a very brave and manly scream.” He said seriously as he could. He noticed she suddenly switched from almost fun Ice into the other one and Guy grinned. “Careful there for second there I almost thought you were a human, but hey I won't tell anyone if you don't.” He teased as he followed her, more than happy to be out of the barn.
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Post by Shawn on Jul 22, 2011 2:11:39 GMT -5
Gator shrugged. “It's my vacation I'd rather not have to shoot or arrest anyone because that leads to paperwork and then what's the point of my vacation if it's spent doing paperwork.” He said with a friendly smile mostly just trying to keep the mood light. He glanced over at the TV and laughed a bit. “Well if your using that TV you wont ever get a signal, it hasn't worked since the 80's.” He said shrugging. She started explaining the whole zombie thing to him, Umbrella did research it went wrong and they made zombies. He nodded simple enough. She mentioned there were more of them and that was good, more human survivors the better right? Plus Gator generally like people.
Then she asked if got bit and he shook his head. “Nah I got the fucker right between the eyes. Plus if I'd been bit I'd probably would have started our little conversation with that piece of information.” He said shrugging. He figured a bite meant becoming a zombie so clearly not letting a zombie sink it's teeth into you was important. He glanced back at Jaz who mentioned a crazy lady with a gun, and who blew up a mall.
“A crazy lady?” He repeated, clearly something more than what he knew was going on, no chance some random terrorist lady would blow up a mall on the same day the zombies just so happen to invade the world. Clearly Ms. Armed and Dangerous was involved in the zombies and therefore the enemy. “Hey so anyone hungry, I've got food in the kitchen, not much but more than enough to share.” He offered as he headed that way. Gator was pretty hungry himself, having had nothing but water and cigarettes all day.
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Post by Shawn on Jul 22, 2011 2:11:52 GMT -5
Nate was nearly over his issues by the time Amelia pulled him into a kiss. He grinned slightly and kissed her back, until she pulled away. “Mmm you taste just like a cigarette babe.” He whispered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out two cigarettes and offered her one before sliding one between his teeth and lighting it. He took the cops wallet and tossed it away from the car. “Cop?” He asked giving her a confused look. “I don't see a cop, just a lonely little car with key's just sitting in the ignition and one here watching it.” He said as he wrapped an arm around her and leaned in closer to her. “I think it's kind of boring here, what do you say we see if we can find a gas station or something...do some stealing, bring back some gas for our zombie hunting leaders, kill some time...” He said whispering his plan into her ear as he breathed in her scent. He suddenly pulled away from here and hopped into passengers seat of the car. “You said you liked to drive so go ahead, just you and me and maybe a few zombies. And if you don't come I'll go a long and probably be eaten and then zombie me will have to hunt you down.” He threatened with smirk.
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Post by marie on Jul 23, 2011 1:50:41 GMT -5
Amelia smiled when she noticed, he kissed back, "Oh, i do? likewise, dear." she whispered back, then notice he pulled out two cigarettes and she took the one he offered and placed it between her teeth and shook her head. After he light his, she grabbed the lighter, lighting hers and smiled and shakign her head, "You're going to get me addicted to this, again." she teased. Then she raised an eyebrow, as she listened to him and wrapped her arms around him when he did it to her and let out a soft laugh at his other comment, "How interesting, and we'll see who's the bad one. And I had already thought about taking the car.." she smiled, she leaned in and kissed him on the lips again. Then she heard his little threat when he was hoping in the passenger seat, she let out a laugh, "You had me at drive then the you and me part, just added to it." she winked, not saying about the zombies and everything. She held a finger out, "Lemme grab a gas can" she said, then walked over grabbing a gas can and going back to the car, throwing it in the back, she shut the door, "Your a bad influence." she let out a laugh, "Kidding, I would have done this by myself." she shook her head, cranking the car and backing out and driving away. She had put her backpack near her feet since she didn't know where else to put it. She took out her gun that was behind her and set it on the console, "So you trust me not to kill you?" she teased, shaking her head and glancing at him while driving. She gathered her thoughts, where would a gas station be. She decided to test how fast the car could go so she started going faster, glancing every now and then to see how he was reacting. "So threatening me isn't nice, and how dare you even think about leaving without me." she smiled, she was teasing and her sentence even sounded a little sarcastic. She smiled, "See if you can find a map, dear."
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