At The End of Everything 1/?
At The End of Everything
Rating: M
Warnings: Some swearing, some implied gore
Word Count: 751
Chapter #: 1/?
WIP or Complete: Complete!
Summary: It was one thing to pick up a stray. A whole other to end up at some camp with a guy saying he's from the past. Takes place in the future seen in 'The End'.
Notes: This is one I've had for awhile and am only posting it now. The first chapter is short. Takes place in the future that we saw in the episode The End. A different view on things, if you will. Hope you like it.
There were screams and thuds. She held herself tighter, trying to erase the sounds from her mind. She tried to stop shaking but it only increased with the shrieks she heard. She flinched at the sound of gunshots. It went silent for a moment and she pressed herself further in the corner when the doorknob rattled. There were murmured voices outside the door and while part of her dared to hope, the past day had proven to her that hope only got you dead. It went silent for another moment before the door flew open. She clutched her eyes shut, praying that her death would come quick. When nothing happened, she looked up. Standing in the doorway was a girl in a leather jacket, holding a baseball bat on her shoulder and smirking at her.
"Alright?" The girl asked. "You're not infected are you?"
"What? No!" She scrambled to her feet.
"Good. Come on." The girl with the bat turned and left. She ran after her.
"I found one!" I called out as I walked back to the group. The girl was running after me like I assumed she would.
"Infected?"
I shrugged. "She says she's not..." I didn't continue the thought. We both knew that those infected could lie, especially if it was only in the beginning stages.
"Who are you?"
I turned to the girl I had found and smiled. "I'm Prez. The blond behind me is Ace."
"And the others?" She looked young. Maybe in her early teens, it was hard to say.
"Greg and Pat. You'll meet the others later, for now, you need to answer a few questions for me, got it?"
She nodded; the fear hadn't fully left her features, especially as she kept looking around at the bodies that lay on the floor.
"Good. Now, did any of them cut you? Or get their blood mixed with yours?" I narrowed my eyes at her and moved so I was casually swinging the bat. If she said yes, I needed to be able to react quickly.
"No."
"Answer honestly," Ace had come up next to me.
"I am! I hid in the closet once they broke in. My dad..." she swallowed. "My dad told me he'd protect me." Her gaze wandered again to the bodies.
My jaw clenched. It would be harder to get the right story from her if she didn't focus. I snapped my fingers in front of her. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
I nodded. "Okay. Look, it's hard, I get that, but you got two options, okay?" I waited until she nodded. "You can come with us, or you can go on your own."
Her eyes went wide. "On my own?" She shook her head. "No, please, let me come with you. Please!"
I grinned at her and looked at Ace. "You gotta follow our rules though, got it?"
She nodded.
"Alright, come on. We gotta move out before more come." I nodded to Ace and she yelled at Pat and Greg. We got to the truck and drove out. The girl stared at the house as we left.
"What's your name?" Ace asked, trying to distract her.
"Mary." She looked out the back of the truck again.
"How old are you Mary?" Greg asked from the front. I hit his seat. I knew what he was thinking.
"Fifteen. I don't understand, what's going on? Who are you?"
I raised an eyebrow to her. "I already introduced everyone."
"That's not what I meant." She glared at me. "Are you military?"
"Those bastards?" I snorted. "Hell no. We're freelance." I grinned as the others laughed. Mary stared at me confused.
"But what's going on? Why are...why did Mr. James attack? What's wrong with my town!" Everyone fell silent. I looked at Ace and frowned. This was the worst part.
"Didn't you know?" Ace said, giving her a small smile. "It's the end of the world."