It's easy to say that everyone has a story. Where they're from, who they are, who they want to be...every single person does. But now, none of that matters. Those stories that used to seem so full of hardships are nothing compared to what we deal with now.
There are new stories that are told, shared with people you might not really know. No one cares, though. Seeing a living human and being able to recall your tale to them, it's almost like a blessing. A blessing that I don't take a part in.
I watched as an insult of a man, Alan, was sharing his story with a small woman named Melissa. Alan was about 5'11", with stocky build and an exceptional beer gut. He seemed to charm others, but I hated the man.
The only reason he was alive is because of me. We both found ourselves running in the same direction from the danger, and somehow we ended up in the same vehicle. The time he opened his mouth to tell me what had happened to him, I knew he was nothing but a liar.
I listened as he continued on with Melissa, and I had already heard several mistakes in his story. He had now made his tale much more dramatic, and it wasn't hard to see that Melissa was falling for it, actual tears were flowing down her face.
The version he was sharing now, was far from the version I heard. Alan's wife and two children had been making dinner when he had walked into the kitchen. He said they had prepared simple meal of steak and broccoli. Halfway through the meal, the bashing on the door began. Alan's wife had hurriedly went to the door, and the rest of the family followed. When she opened the door, the walker had already lunged and took a bite at her. Alan told me he had tried to help, but it was impossible. All of his family but him had died, in a nutshell.
I knew he was lying because first, he never wore a wedding band. He also never told me his kid's names, but now they're were "Lucy" and "David". There was too many holes in the plot for my taste, and nothing added up.
After hearing it so many times, and it was different every single time, I knew my doubts were correct. Nobody else cared, because they would only listen once, and that was enough for them. But not for me.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed Alan was finished with his story, and had now strolled over to me. I decided to just say something because the silenced seemed awkward.
"Melissa knows now?" I asked. She was probably the last to hear it. All fifteen of us had listened at different times, different places. Now she can tell people she had listened, in my opinion, to the biggest bullshit story ever in a fenced in area behind a gas station. It was only Alan and I now, and I hoped it would only be me in a moment.
Alan sighed after a moment, clearly not looking shaken up after his "tear jerking story". "Yeah, sometimes I wished she hadn't. Y'know, so soon after she lost Will."
Our group had lost Will, Melissa's husband, a week ago. He had run out, being completely oblivious, and got himself bit. We found him with a note and gun in his hand, dead and not coming back. Melissa had been strong for awhile, but lost control a few days go. She seemed to be coping, now. Yet, it baffled me as to why Alan would tell her his sob story at this moment, when she had just started to appear to be regaining herself.
"Mhmm," I mumbled, thinking that the end of the convo would have Alan make his exit. He seemed to believe that I was his best friend here, when it was actually the polar opposite. I had no respect for liars, but I didn't let it show.
Suddenly, a scream broke out from inside the gas station. Damn, I thought, we have only been here for twenty minutes and Adrianne had already caused something. I stood up, and decided that I would be the one to deal with her, since I always did.
I stumbled into the store, to find the group huddled in a circle, with two people in the center. Great, Adrianne and Holly. Cat fight.
"Would you stop yelling, or do you want every freakin' walker coming in on this place?" I hissed. It got their attention, just as I wanted. "What's the problem?"
"Adrianne is," Holly snapped. "She's saying that I need to do more work, when all of us combined do more than her!"
"You bitch, you don't do shit," Adrianne fired back. She had the face of a model, but a mouth of a sailor. I always had found Holly more attractive, but it didn't matter.
"We don't have time for this," I glared at both of them. "If you have a problem, talk to Terry." Terry was our leader, and I suppose he was on lookout. Terry was big, lethal, and intelligent. He had something that the entire group lacked, common sense. Almost on cue, he had walked in, and that's when I headed for the door.
The front of the station wasn't exactly paradise, but it beat sitting around inside and watching women fight over the simplest things. I rolled my eyes as I walked to the car that I now considered mine. I opened the door to find my pack safely inside, and my weaponry, too. I always kept a pistol and a knife on me, but the big stuff was in here. I had a revolver, a few melee weapons, and the trusty shotgun I had found in an old farmhouse. I hadn't used it yet, but I knew I wouldn't unless I was in some deep shit.
I closed the door, and looked out at the surrounding area. Hills were just about everywhere, with random forests here and there. There was a clearing with a field in front of me, and I could spot three or four walkers. They were far enough away that they didn't seem to notice me, but god forbid if they heard that scream. Their eyesight and brain might not be that reliable, but their damn ears were. I was glad we hadn't alerted a herd. But, as luck would have it, I spoke too soon.
Gunshots rang out from the store. It started off with just one, and two more followed. I heard yelling and screaming from men and women alike, and I didn't dare turn around. I was already in survival mode. I climbed into my truck, and closed the door. I hesitated for a moment, the hero in me wanted to rush in and save the people from inside, but I looked outside and saw the walkers heading towards our location, as well as some new followers. I glanced at the gas station door, and utter chaos rushed out of it.
Melissa was screaming, running for Will's old pickup, and a man by the name of Samuel had his gun in hand behind her. Terry came out next, aiming his gun at Sam. I hadn't realized that I shouted a warning at him, but it was too late. Terry had fired one shot, and put Samuel down. Anger pulsed though me. I had liked him, he was there for Melissa when she needed him, and helped the group out on a regular basis. Now our leader of this group just killed him? I don't know what went down in the gas station, but that didn't seem right. Before I could compose my self, I already had put the vehicle in to gear, and had hit Terry while he was walking over to Sam's body. Adrenaline was rushing though me, and I don't exactly remember everything. All I know is that Melissa had climbed into my car, and we were gone, only leaving a wonderful herd of walkers in our place.
Edited by Trippy, 20 April 2012 - 10:56 PM.