Thread: Survive Together -- Z Nation [Virginia & Traveler]

June hadn't even considered that they'd share the pillow, and there were a few half hearted attempts to argue he didn't have to share before she accepted the gesture. She seemed perfectly content to cuddle up next to him, shifting into a more comfortable position when his arm wrapped around her. This was something she liked very much. She woke up when he did, straightening and looking concerned. When she realized there wasn't anything terrible going on, just tilted back down to where she'd been before. Again with the not swearing. Not that she seemed to swear either. When he tucked the blanket around her, the redhead tilted her head up and smiled at him. It's a good thing, her father said, glancing back again, we could all benefit from staying civil. Though 'peas and carrots' was a little funny. When everyone stopped she slid out after 10k, hesitating for a moment. You should probably go back to your group, she said a little reluctantly. I bet they're still concerned, and won't want you riding with someone else during the night. You didn't even really check in with them before. We'd love to have you back again though. Maybe tomorrow? Or she could ride with them, but his friend group was a lot more menacing looking than her family. On a whim the young woman leaned in and kisses him on the cheek, but didn't seem quite brave enough to see the response because she fled promptly back to the truck, getting in the front passenger seat because it was her mother's turn to rest, and that happened best in the back seat. The convoy drove for about five good minutes before the trucks in front stopped. Her father had to slam on the breaks to keep from rear ending the truck in front of him, and after a few moments unbuckled his seatbelt and rolled down the window cautiously, weapon in his hand. He leaned out a little bit after taking a moment to glance around to make sure the area was clear, before calling out what's up? What was up thudded onto the roof a moment later, and perhaps out of reflex, mr. Phillips looked up instead of rolling the window up. The zombie on the roof threw itself down, grabbing his head and ripped into his neck, pulling flesh and sinew away with it's teeth. A scream echoed from the truck, and for a few moments June thought it was her mother. But no, that had been her voice. Her first instinct should have been to fight, but as the thing in the seat that had used to be her father turned, eyes dead and mouth wide, all she could think was run, as paralyzed and confused as the first time she'd seen a zombie. Her mother struggled with the thing for a few moments but June didn't know if she was alright or not. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, tumbling out of the truck, off balance because the zombie had grabbed her. The knife she had at least thought to get out fell out of her hand, and she hit the ground, head whacking something hard. It stung, but she couldn't really think about that right now. The zombie was basically on top of her, and the young woman had her hand under its jaw to keep it from biting her. She should have been more prepared. Stronger. But it was so different when it was family and not the shopkeeper who used to sometimes give her a donut or the neighbor they'd bought a puppy from after his farm dog had a litter. This was her father, who she'd seen every day, who'd saved her life so many times just by always seeming to know what to do or say. For a moment she just wanted to give up. What was the point? But it only lasted a moment before she snapped back. She couldn't just let go now there were still people left. Plus, if she gave up here, that would be one more zombie that might kill the people she cared about. And her poor mother would lose everyone in one day. Reaching out, her fingers curled around a large rock and she swung it upward, knocking the zombie enough to the side she could roll out from under it. She hit her father -- no, the monster -- with the rock again, and once she'd started she didn't stop until his face was no longer recognizable, though the thing had stopped moving a bit ago. Blood was splattered splattered across her hands, red, wet, and warm. She knew she should get up and move, but it was like her mind was shouting at her from too far away to be heard clearly. The rock slipped out of her hands and she managed to pull herself to her feet, a little unsteady.