privacy. No time to think. It’s starting to get to me.
Jon rests his arm on the seat behind me, and the hair on my neck prickles. His arm isn’t quite around me, but it’s close. Too close. I swear, he acts like we’re two fourteen-year-olds who are going steady. It’s irritating as hell. I don’t know how he managed to maneuver his way in between me and Parv when we got into the car, but I wish she’d ended up in the middle.
“How far away is this town?” I ask, leaning forward so I can’t feel Jon’s body heat on the back of my neck.
“‘Bout forty miles.” Angus’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. “You anxious to kill some of them bastards, Hollywood?”
“No. Just want to get there and look for the meds. It’s important, despite what your dumbass brother thinks.”
Angus’s lips get all puckered up, and he looks like he’s going to spit at me. He narrows his eyes, but I narrow mine right back at him. I’m tired of being bossed around like I don’t have a fucking brain of my own.
“Axl’s just looking out for the group, that’s all. Don’t you be too mad at him, sweetie.” Darla smiles at me and pats Angus’s leg.
I roll my eyes.
That woman makes my skin crawl. I’m not sure I ever wanted to scratch someone’s eyes out as much as I do hers, especially when she tries to talk to Vivian. Bitch doesn’t know how to leave well enough alone.
Of course, she’s right and I know it. I’m just mad. Mad at the shit we’re going through and mad at myself for making it worse by being a dumbass bitch who’s too damaged to play nice. Pissed at Axl for trying to insert himself into every inch of my life. Like he’s omniscient and will somehow be able to stop the worst from happening. He can’t though, and that’s what pisses me off the most.
Jon puts his hand on my back, and I jerk away. I glare at him out of the corner of my eye, and he sighs. That sigh is even worse than him trying to act like we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. It sounds so weak and pathetic. Why the hell doesn’t he stick up for himself? Tell me to stop being a bitch or remind me I was the one who started this whole thing to begin with. Just show some balls for a change if nothing else.
Be more like Axl.
“Well, the sooner we get there the better,” I say, scooting forward until my ass is half off the seat. “Hit the gas, Angus. We don’t have speed limits anymore.”
Angus puckers his lips, then slams his foot on the gas. I close my eyes and pretend we’re headed for a brick wall.
He doesn’t slow until we reach the outskirts of town. It isn’t big. One main street and a couple side streets lined with small houses. The paint is chipped on most of them and the roofs are saggy. The place is a shithole. I’m honestly surprised there are any businesses in this town at all. Still, it’s bigger than the one we went to yesterday, and they have a pharmacy.
The roads are clear. No zombies, no dead bodies, no people. No sign anything ever lived in this place to begin with. It reminds me of a movie set, the way it’s all perfectly laid out to look like a struggling town, but totally devoid of any life. Plus, it’s eerie as hell.
Angus pulls up right in front of the pharmacy and throws the car in park. “Looks like we’re gonna get lucky.”
Looks like he’s right. The pharmacy windows are intact, and even from here I can tell the store hasn’t been ransacked the way most of the other ones we’ve passed have been. Why this little corner of the world has been saved from looting is beyond me, but I’m glad. It’s about time something went our way.
“People must have just passed right by this place,” Jon says.
Angus nods and throws his door open. “Let’s get a move on. We don’t wanna be here too long, even if it does look empty.” He spits out onto the pavement before hopping down.
We all climb out and pause to check our weapons. It’s second nature now. Making sure my gun is loaded and I
Jon rests his arm on the seat behind me, and the hair on my neck prickles. His arm isn’t quite around me, but it’s close. Too close. I swear, he acts like we’re two fourteen-year-olds who are going steady. It’s irritating as hell. I don’t know how he managed to maneuver his way in between me and Parv when we got into the car, but I wish she’d ended up in the middle.
“How far away is this town?” I ask, leaning forward so I can’t feel Jon’s body heat on the back of my neck.
“‘Bout forty miles.” Angus’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. “You anxious to kill some of them bastards, Hollywood?”
“No. Just want to get there and look for the meds. It’s important, despite what your dumbass brother thinks.”
Angus’s lips get all puckered up, and he looks like he’s going to spit at me. He narrows his eyes, but I narrow mine right back at him. I’m tired of being bossed around like I don’t have a fucking brain of my own.
“Axl’s just looking out for the group, that’s all. Don’t you be too mad at him, sweetie.” Darla smiles at me and pats Angus’s leg.
I roll my eyes.
That woman makes my skin crawl. I’m not sure I ever wanted to scratch someone’s eyes out as much as I do hers, especially when she tries to talk to Vivian. Bitch doesn’t know how to leave well enough alone.
Of course, she’s right and I know it. I’m just mad. Mad at the shit we’re going through and mad at myself for making it worse by being a dumbass bitch who’s too damaged to play nice. Pissed at Axl for trying to insert himself into every inch of my life. Like he’s omniscient and will somehow be able to stop the worst from happening. He can’t though, and that’s what pisses me off the most.
Jon puts his hand on my back, and I jerk away. I glare at him out of the corner of my eye, and he sighs. That sigh is even worse than him trying to act like we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. It sounds so weak and pathetic. Why the hell doesn’t he stick up for himself? Tell me to stop being a bitch or remind me I was the one who started this whole thing to begin with. Just show some balls for a change if nothing else.
Be more like Axl.
“Well, the sooner we get there the better,” I say, scooting forward until my ass is half off the seat. “Hit the gas, Angus. We don’t have speed limits anymore.”
Angus puckers his lips, then slams his foot on the gas. I close my eyes and pretend we’re headed for a brick wall.
He doesn’t slow until we reach the outskirts of town. It isn’t big. One main street and a couple side streets lined with small houses. The paint is chipped on most of them and the roofs are saggy. The place is a shithole. I’m honestly surprised there are any businesses in this town at all. Still, it’s bigger than the one we went to yesterday, and they have a pharmacy.
The roads are clear. No zombies, no dead bodies, no people. No sign anything ever lived in this place to begin with. It reminds me of a movie set, the way it’s all perfectly laid out to look like a struggling town, but totally devoid of any life. Plus, it’s eerie as hell.
Angus pulls up right in front of the pharmacy and throws the car in park. “Looks like we’re gonna get lucky.”
Looks like he’s right. The pharmacy windows are intact, and even from here I can tell the store hasn’t been ransacked the way most of the other ones we’ve passed have been. Why this little corner of the world has been saved from looting is beyond me, but I’m glad. It’s about time something went our way.
“People must have just passed right by this place,” Jon says.
Angus nods and throws his door open. “Let’s get a move on. We don’t wanna be here too long, even if it does look empty.” He spits out onto the pavement before hopping down.
We all climb out and pause to check our weapons. It’s second nature now. Making sure my gun is loaded and I
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