Fanon:Zombie Apocalypse: Dangerous Journey

Fanon: Dangerous Journey (pun to an actual story)

(8/21/15) Biography: Chevy is the daughter of Bill and Barb Sunset. Her first name Chevy is actually an abbreviation to the American automotive brand "Chevrolet", giving her the nickname: Chevy; She is the youngest of she and her two brothers: Shawn Sunset, who is 22, and Russell Sunset, who is 25. She has lived in Pennsylvania her whole life watching the skies and working on her hobbies until going to Clarion University. After her first year, her former roommate Macceey Sync, graduated after a two year degree, allowing eigthteen to soon nineteen year old Allison Richardson to join for a four-year degree. Just into her second year after the craziest party yet the zombie apocalypse spreads through the Clarion area from Armstrong County (Chevy's current county) below. Unsure of her family's condition, Chevy gains the Protective trait, as well as deserving it by protecting her boyfriend Sabastian throughout the journey as he's living a crutial state. In this Fanon version she is Female Leader 1.

Biography: Leviathan is the son of Catherine and Sylvester Arlington. His name could be a reference to the mythical term "Leviathan" as in the Lochness Monster as it's said to be found in Scotland. He is the youngest of he and his sister, Kimberly, who is twenty-one years of age. He attends Clarion University college as he is nineteen years old. Leviathan's last name is a similar term for the city Arlen of Southern Texas. After his first year of college at Clarion University in western Pennsylvania, his former roommate, Braxton Myers, graduated, leaving unusually talented and well built eighteen year old, Sabastian Kifer, to join for his first year. Leviathan had just started his second year of college while Sab (as he's known as) was going through his first when the zombie apocalypse began after crazy parties and permanate costume designs to their teeth. Including his friend Chevy and her roommate Allison Richardson. All of Leviathan's family members: Kimberly, Catherine, and Sylvester, were attacked and put down due to zombie attacks. Leviathan gained the Serious trait because of this, as well as becoming ill-tempered. In this Fanon version he is Male Leader 1.

Biography: This one about Sabastian Kifer is unknown because he's an actual human. I am very sorry: I don't know barely anything about him. But I will admit: His name is Latin (but has the additional three "a's" but in any case comes from the Latin name Sebastianus meaning Sebastia (if only there's the traditional "E"), he's eighteen in the story, going through his first year of college at Clarion University and is Leviathan's roommate. He gets attacked by a zombie but survives as a partial zombie. He gets turned back to human, but returns as a full zombie. If this spoils the story blame my mind instead. But in the Fanon version he's considered to be Male Leader 2.

Biography: Allison Richardson is the eldest daughter of Claire and Aaron Richardson. She is 18 years of age as her younger brothers Mark and Clyde Richardson are twelve years of age. She moved to Pennsylvania at sixteen after moving from Chicago, Illinois. She was going through her first year at Clarion University while being the next roommate of Chevy Sunset until the zombies began to invade the area and killing her parents and brothers. She became feared of loneliness because of this. She was once enemies with Leviathan Arlington due to judgment, but when he spoke truth into her he became her trusted protector, boyfriend, and father of an unexpected child. In this Fanon version she is Female Leader 2.

Prologue: Background Story: How it all Began (2019):' It was an uncommon and unknown disease that started this apocalypse. People believed it would occur back four years in 2015, but ahead four years instead in 2019. The first victim, a young woman who was in her late twenties, ordered a meal at a fancy restaruant in southern Texas. It was contaminated with some type of rat poison used to keep out mice and other infectious creatures, but the woman got it instead. When she was treated at the hospital in Houston, Texas the medicines she was put on reacted with the poison and did the most unexpected: transform her into a flesh-eater. Not only did the toxins and chemicals "fry" the insides of her she also lost all memory of who she was, what her original diet was, and being able to tell what from what. For example: when she escaped the hospital after biting several doctors and other patients she thought she saw a snake on the ground. Mistakenly, she picked it up and bit into it, unable to know it was an electric cable. Half the power in the hospital went out, putting patients at risk. She was killed that very instant. Not only did infected ones get to ones that were asleep but also to doctors who were carrying viles to put people into deep sleep for their upcoming surgery. More than enough of them began to retreat from the hospital after overcoming it, running like idiots or walking slow as though as they had a cramp in their leg. They began to spread out through the city, biting innocent people and eating at them alive. The only weapons out there were Sherriffs and other Police officers. Luckily, they survived. And surpringly, there's still more than enough people alive to keep the world a running factory.

Background story: The news: (Male Dorm Story):                                                

It wasn't long before everyone in the boy's dorm of the community college started screaming and yelling. Leviathan woke up and started cussing quietly to himself as his roommate Sabastian was just returning from asking a counselor of what was going on. "What's going on?" Leviathan asked him as he got out of bed. "Zombies, Man. There's even explosions due to cars exploding, too." Sabastian answered, sounding pretty tired; he went to bed two hours after the bedtime drill went off. Leviathan sighed and put his shoes on, walking out the door. He met up with a couple counselors as they were chatting about the situation. "You and Sabastian check on the girls. Hurry." One said calmly. He nodded and went to his room, getting Sab's attention. "Yeah?" He asked, putting on his shoes; he went barefoot. "Hurry up and get them on. We have to check on the girls." He explained. His roommate slipped them on and joined him, walking to the hall and going downstairs. As they were arriving to the girl's dorm they ran into Chevy as she was standing there with her stuff. She's a well-built female with male strength with long dark hair, hazel eyes with Country traits. As for her name Chevy, it is a nickname Leviathan called her at the start of her first year with him. She appeared to be in a hurry. "We were told to check on you guys. Mr. Richardson said so." Leviathan said. His roommate nodded in agreement. "Where you going, Sunset?" Sabastian asked her. "Anywhere but here." She answered quickly; she was waiting on her roommate. "You can't leave." Leviathan said sourly. "You guys can come too if you want." She said, voice calmer. "Fine. I'll come then." Sab said, retreating back to his dorm. Leviathan looked at her, wondering what the heck her problem was. But she only looked at him with calm greens in her eyes and motioned for him to go. He sighed and followed his roommate. Back at his dorm Leviathan began to pack up as Sabastian is, hoping they won't miss their carpool while completely ignoring what the counselor's said. Once packed five minutes later he and Sabastian left their dorm and handed in their room keys to the councelors as their hands were held out as though to get something. "MR. ARLINGTON! MR. KIFER! THAT AIN'T WHERE THIS-!" but they were already gone. They met up with Chevy and Allison as they were waiting. "Ready?" Chevy asked as they were going down the stairs. All three nodded. "Then let's go." She said rather quickly, they running down stairs.

Background Story: The News (Female Dorm Story):

She felt the shaking as though it were a hurricane; there were explosions in the distance. She ended up waking up as other students in the female dorm were making a ruckus as there was panic. She sat up and noticed her roommate Allison standing by the door, shaking from frieght. "What's going on?" Chevy asked her, rubbing her eyes as they were a tired green. "It's the apocalypse. The zombies!" She fretted, scared. "Here she goes again." She thought, getting up. She put her shoes on and went to find out more about the chaos. Her counselors were in the hallway, talking while keeping the other students under control. "Can you tell me what happened?" Chevy asked, tiredness in her voice. A counselor eyes her, pausing to glare at her. "There's zombies on the loose. We're coming up with a way to protect everybody." She answered, sounding like a snob. "I'm not staying then. I got my own vehicle." She said bravely, walking away. "Sunset, this is a critical situation. If you don't-" but Chevy was already in her room, packing. "Where you going?" Allison asked worriedly. "Anywhere but here." Chevy answered, taking her things off the walls. Allison sighed and went to the window, wondering what to do. She stood there until her roommate was done packing and left. Shen ran after her, losing her balance along the way. "Chevy, you can't leave." She said, getting up. She only stared as she turned around. "Your point is...?" "I'm coming with you." Allison said, getting up. Chevy sighed. "Hurry then. There's not much time." She said, going to the hallway. She then went downstairs as Allison retreated to pack. Then a couple boys she was friends with trudged up the stairs, in a hurry. "Mr. Richardson said we were to check on you guys." Leviathan said. Chevy nodded. "Where you going, Sunset?" Sabastian asked. "Anywhere but here." She answered, bored from waiting. "You can't leave." Leviathan denied sourly. "You guys can come, too, if you like." Chevy offered. Sabastian said,"Sure. I'll come then." and went back downstairs. Leviathan glared at Chevy. But she only stared at him, calm green eyes peering into arctic blue ones. "Fine." He sighed, retreating. She sighed in relief once Allison showed up. "We leaving?" She asked. Chevy shook her head. "Why?" Because we got a couple boys coming with us." She answered like a smart allic. "You know what they'll do to us?" Allison fretted. Chevy wanted to back-hand her. "It's only Sab and Leviathan. They won't do anything to us." She scowled, wishing she'd stop being such a crybaby. She then went down the stairs behind Chevy at a rather fast pace. Anyone coming up gave them odd looks. "You know you-" a girl got cut off. They ignored her as they went to wait by the boys' dorm. They showed up a few minutes later, ready to leave. "Ready?" Chevy asked. All three nodded. "Then let's go." She said rather quickly, they running downstairs.

Preparation:

There were bad odors the air as he followed his friend to her Tacoma. The wind was wild and the sky was gray; there had to be rain on its way. Leviathan accidentally stepped on Allison's shoe as he went for the truck. She growled at him several times. Chevy growled at her to quit being a jerk about it. After getting in the back with his roommate the girls up front got taken care of and Chevy started the truck, putting it in gear and leaving. The journey downhill felt like a suicidal drop as the powerful wind pushed them downhill. Leviathan experienced theme park rides as a kid but them were controlled. This ride wasn't; only by brakes to slow down. His friend did her best to slow down but the powerful wind was not only throwing them around but also carcasses of dead zombies. Allison had to help out, although she was a total blunt about it. She did a poor job doing her duty. Chevy eventually threw her off. Leviathan turned and asked Sabastian, "Where she taking us?" Sab said, "That all depends on the signs and detours." He slumpt in his seat, catching his back pocket on a small tear on the interior. He cussed as he shifted his postition. Then Chevy began to ask questons based on survival. Allison was a total blunt, but the boys weren't sure just yet. Sabastian said something about going to California and Leviathan decided he wanted to agree. Allison sneered and Chevy led the way. She ended up going to a turn-off and making a sharp U-turn on route 66, slamming Leviathan into Sabastian. Allison hung onto the handle. She then complained and threw a fit. Chevy began to chew her out as the boys in the back apologized to one another about the accident, but then realized there was a  small pack of zombies not quite fifty feet away. "There's zombies not far ahead." He whispered once Chevy raised her voice. Sab looked at him, confused. He then pointed them out. "Where the guns when we needed them?" He asked Leviathan cautiously. He shrugged, glad Chevy was taking taking them to the market area of Clarion.They arrived within ten minutes due to no traffic; everyone else was either run down or taking shelter. Once she parked into the parking lot as dozens of cars from the area hung about the four teens got out and ran inside the store, getting chewed out bya lady who deserved to be yelled at first. Leviathan heard Sabastian scowl, but never did he hear him scowl the way he just did; he appeared to sound like he had rabies or something. When they arrived at the store's weapon center Leviathan smashed one of the rifle dispay cases and began to pass out rifles to the bested suited. Knowing Chevy was the current leader of the girls he passed her one of the strongest rifles: .44 magnum. He then handed her its box of ammuntion from the display. He handed Sab a Krieg rifle and ammuntion as a way of proving he wasn't bragging and because Sab's stronger; he's played football for years while Leviathan played basketball for years. He gave himself a twelve -gauge and Allison a twenty-two, but she threw a fit saying she was stronger than he thought. "Those other ones will dislocate your shoulder or something. Chevy's the leader: she needs the better one." He explained, sounding rather annoyed. "I'm not complaining, although this thing is somewhat heavy." Chevy said, swinging the rifle over her shoulder. Sab examined his, not thrilled; he doesn't want to appear like a jerk or anything. "Niether am I." He said, swinging the gun over his. "See?" "Whatever." Allison sneered, annoyed. "Hey, just because your parents passes away a few days ago that don't mean you should take it out us." Chevy hissed, following Sab to a lane. "Mine and my sister did too, but I'm handling it with my best." Leviathan agreed, following them. She growled as there zombies being gunned down in the store. Leviathan heard some woman scream; was she bit?- shot? People who surrounded her were at her aid as they were figuring things out. But alas at the teens, Leviathan helped pick out camoflauge backpacks for he and Sab as Chevy picked out hers and Allison's in women's pink. It at least would help in the field if they lose their vehicle due to loss of gas. "Sab,-" Leviathan began. He looked his way. "I'm going to stock up." He said, walking away. "You do that, Man." He agreed, filling his. Leviathan knew nurishment was going to be crutial so he grabbed what counted, including extra ammunition. Allison got what was opposite, but extra ammunition. Chevy and Sab stocked themselves up on beef jerky and extra amuntion, including first aid supplies and powder packets. Then all four of them grabbed duffel bags and began to put in snacks, drinks, and extra clothing by quickly checking their clothes-size. It appeared that every five seconds someone would snatch about two packs of toiletpaper while the other four snatched two the biggest packs the store had: seventy-two pack. Two carried one while the other two carried the other. But once they arrived to the backdoors of the store a person who was standing there let them out and the four teens took off running. Once arriving to the Tacoma Chevy unlocked it after setting down her side of the package. She then went to the tailate and put it down, going to Sab and giving him a hand. It was then pushed in. Leviathan helped Allison push theirs is as she grouched about it. Leviathan was at his mid-point of back-handing her. Chevy got in the Tacoma to start it, hoping the old thing still runs. But the engine didn't turn over; it was dead. She cussed as Leviathan and Sabastian heard her, wondering what was wrong. "Is it out of gas?" Sab asked, walking up to it. She smelled gas. Getting out as Leviathan went to pop the hood Chevy got on the lot, checking underneath the old truck. She saw gas and oil both leaking from underneath. Cussing she said, "Uh, Guys. We don't have a vehicle." Sab cussed; he favored that truck. Leviathan put down the hood when he noticed the engine was fine. "Your brother warned you." Allison snapped. She cussed as she insulted the truck. "A zombie bit it, Al." Chevy snapped, sighing in frustration. She then looked up and gasped, collecting her things. "What is it?" Leviathan asked, going to the driver's side. "Get your things and come with me." She answered, not looking back. Sab heard and grabbed his things, along with Leviathan. Allison grabbed hers and was a total blunt about everything. The other arrived to the dangerous five year old Chevy Silverado in front of the old Tacoma. "Well, Chevy..." Leviathan began. She eyed him. "Say hello to another Chevy." He teased, going to back of the Crew cab Silverado. Chevy opened the driver side door, surprised it's unlocked. "I think I see the owner." Sab suddenly said as he opened the rear driver side. Chevy looked ahead her, noticing a body so severe of being devoured nobody could tell if it was a male or female. There was too much blood covering the carcass, too. "The keys are even in the egnition." Chevy chuckled as Sab was wondering what else to do. He then looked over, believing her. He soon laughed, glad the original owner left behind the surprise. "Yeah but we need to get going." He said as Leviathan and Allison were hauling over the seventy-two packs. "Yeah." She agreed, going back to the Tacoma. She messed around for a couple minutes before returning to the Silverado with an old CB and Scanner. "And why'd you bring those?" Allison asked like a snob. "My father got new ones. He said for me to take care of these." She explained, setting them on the floor. She then got in as a car about one hundred feet away exploded. She quickly shut her door and got strapped in, hurrying to start the truck. People who were running by were spooked by the volume of the Chevy engine; it even spooked a few zombies chasing people. Chev put the beast in gear and gunned it, slamming her passengers against their seats. Allison cussed and hissed as the boys in the back had trouble talking; that's how much power was contained in the engine. She was going fifty in just a small space. But once she was just out of the store's parking lot her old Tacoma exploded, causing another just feet away to do the same thing. Chevy's eyes began to water.

Leaving theState: "Luckily we didn't stay there for long." Leviathan said quickly, soon facing forward; he happened to turn around and watch the vehicles explode. "I wonder if someone lit a match." Sab said worriedly as he dared not to turn around. "There was no fire there, but there might have been one near and it followed the oil and gas spills." Chevy suggested, turning south. She then hit the highway and kept a steady pace until she hit the Interstate, soon flying down the highway. "What's the rush?" Sabastian asked quickly; he was crammed against his seat. Chevy slew down, not realizing she was flying. "I don't know. I thought something was chasing us." She said, taking a steady turn. She then took a turn, taking them west. The speed limit said fifty-five and she went faster by five; she soon was going fifty afterwards. It wasn't before long Leviathan and Sab began to talk amoungst themselves about the journey when Allison began to hiss at them; monthly issue? She began to complain once she saw construction signs; there were vehicles being moved. Chevy slew down and they let her go slowly by as the Honda being moved was moved out of the way. She went twenty miles per hour until the area was passed. She then went back to fifty this time. By then after ten minutes rain began to fall, cleaning up a little bit. The wipers were turned on and the sky darkened. "How much gas does this thing have?" Sab asked once he and Leviathan were done with their conversation. "She's got a full tank. She's a new truck." Chevy answered, driving through a blood puddle. The blood sprayed everything it was surrounded by. It hit the windshield and chassis, but the rain and wipers removed it. "Gross." Leviathan cough-gagged. "Yeah, really." Sab agreed, sitting back. Chevy then sped up once she saw more zombies running through a green field. But then she slew down, grabbing her gun. Coming to a halt she cocked it and put down her window, confusing the others. "Oh." The boys said, getting theirs. They put their windows and grabbed their guns, cocking them and aiming, killing the zombies. Allison put her window down and grabbed hers, firing and missing once. She cursed and tried again, killing one this time. The rain came down harder as Leviathan got out of his seat belt, climbing onto the window pane of the truck, aiming high over the truck, killing the zombies he aimed at. Allison did the same, killing one at a time. Sab gunned down three zombies per second until his clip went empty. He cussed and pulled it out, whipping it at a zombie that was lying wounded on the grass. It got stuck in its eye socket. He then reloaded it and fired until the zombies in that section were gone. There was none coming from the other side, so the other two got back in the truck, putting down their gund and getting strapped back in as the other two did. Putting the windows back up, Chevy got them out of there. By five in the evening when everyone was asleep except for Chevy she happened to stop at a turn-off and put in the directions leading to California; she was just miles away from Ohio. Allison woke up and asked what she was doing and Chevy said,: You want to get lost?" Allison furrowed her eyebrows at her, beginning to growl. "You know what? Get in the bck with Leviathan. I'm tired of your attitude." She hissed at her, waking the boys up. "Wait-what?" Leviathan asked. "Sab, trade places with Allison." Chevy said, a slight gentleness in her command. "Why?" "She won't stop-" Chevy cussed. "-me off." She finished. "I'm not going back there." Allison hissed, staying put. "Levy won't hurt you. He's not that jackass back at the college that tried to seduce you." Chevy hissed, not going anywhere. Allison glared, then grabbing her stuff, getting out. She and Sab then traded places, Sab seeming unsure. "What the beep is her problem?" He asked once the door was shut. "I don't know, Sab. She's just a grouch." Chevy sighed, putting the truck back into drive. Sab turned the radio on to the common Country station: Froggy 95. A news lady was begging people to stay indoors and to get to shelter like it was a tornado or something. "This truck is our shelter." Leviathan sneered, slummping in his seat. Allison gave him a disgusted look. "Quit it." he hissed at her as he tried to comfortable. Allison hissed like a cat and turned away, looking out the window. Leviathan shook his head in disgust as he began to wonder of what he did wrong. Nothing. He didn't do anything wrong to her. She was just being a snob that deserves to be put out for the zombies. He closed his blue eyes and went to sleep, listening to the radio. Then Chevy began to talk to Sab. "So what do you think you got in bio?" "I 'dunno'. A 'B' I guess." He said, sounding tired. "I think I got a 'B' too, last year. But I will say: that test was hard." She said low as the other two in the back were asleep; Allsion decided to call it an evening. The rain poured as Chevy slew down by ten as a car blew by, throwing a zombie's body in the middle of the road. Chevy panicked and accidentally sped up, trying to take the turn at sixty miles an hour. But she turned until the truck was on two wheels on the driver side. Leviathan crashed into Allison, causing her to yell at him and try to push him off. Sab got ahold of the wheel, hoping to help out. Chevy had a hard time balancing the truck as Ohio was just a mile away. Sab pulled hard to his right, throwing himself back. The truck hesitated, but then stayed on the left wheels. "Alright. Let's try this again." Sab hissed, grabbing the wheel as Chevy had both hands on it, stabling the truck. He pulled to his right again, this time the truck landed violently and unsteadily on all four wheels. Due to being a 4-wheel drive it was all over the road, causing the other two to crashing into each other. "SLOWLY press on the brake." Sab said quickly, holding the wheel as he helped steady it. Chevy followed his command and pressed slowly on the brake pedal, ease going through the truck. It was soon under control within a couple minutes. He let go of the wheel as she let both pedals untouched, calming down the truck. She then slowly turned the wheel, getting back in her lane. "Thank you, Sab." She said quietly, unable to look at him. "It's fine." He said quietly, taking his glasses off to clean them. Chevy eyed the road, hoping he's not scared. But he put his glasses on and noticed a car flying down the highway, coming from Ohio. The tires were all flat and it flipped onto its side, soon skidding while going down the highway. Chevy noticed it and swerved, dodging it by just inches. The truck went to rest in the grass as Sab put his fingers on his temples, wondering what the heck her problem was. He couldn't speak for several moments as the other two in the back were trying to get to sleep. Chevy looked at him, hoping he's alright. "You could have gotten us killed." He said with a shaking breath. "I understand how you feel." She said quietly, looking away from the handsome boy. He looked at her, jaw shaking. "It's alright then. I would have done the same, except more damage." He said quietly. Chevy sighed and put the truck back into gear, pulling ahead. She then got back onto the highway and reached Ohio less than five minutes later.

The Dangerous Journey: Part 1: By seven at night Sab was driving as Char took his spot; she almost fell asleep at the wheel. As his eye lids began to drop he came upon an intersection twenty miles away from Dayton, Oh. He slew down as he the state's local law enforcement. There was close to twenty vehicles in the grass and highway; there were five Ford F150's, five Chevy Silverados, and five Dodge Rams. There were four Caprice police cars at the crossroad. Sab took his time going through that as an impatient car behind him blared its horn, ushering him to move it. But the Chevy ignored him and continuing at its own pace. As he was going the same pace throughout the massacre the Neon blew by him and blew out all of its tires, causing a scene and lighting parts of the night with sparks. "Stupid idiot." Sab thought, slowly speeding up. After a few more miles of that Sab saw a Trooper and slew down, hoping to not get a ticket and get arrested. But the Trooper blared his siren and turned on his lights, doing something Sab hoped would not happen. He pulled over and the Trooper got out, cautiously walking up to the truck. "I didn't doing anything wrong did I, Officer?" Sab asked nervously. "No, no. I'm just making sure you and your passengers are safe." He said, calming him down. Sab nodded. "Five miles ahead is a motel. Fifty for day staying. Free night stays." He explained. Sab nodded again. "Alright. You all stay safe." The Officer said, walking away. Sab pulled ahead as the Officer got back in his car, going back to his position. He then began to drift off, going into the other lane. He then swerved back into his, waking the other two up. "What's wrong, Chevy?" Leviathan asked, mistaking his friend for his other. "Drowsy." "She" answered, just going with it. "Sorry, Sab. I thought you were-" "It's fine. If you want to drive then go ahead." Sab said tiredly, pulling over. Leviathan said, "Alright." and the two swapped spots, Leviathan taking the wheel. He then continued the trip until Sab let him know about a motel just up the road. "Alright. Here we are." Leviathan said five miles later. The other three woke up and grabbed their stuff, getting out. Leviathan took the keys out and passed them to Chevy as she was to his left, Sab to her left. Allison was behind them. "Thanks, Levy." She said, calling him his childhood nickname. He nodded in the lights of the motel as they walked in. The concierge looked up at them from his desk as a woman was checking files. "Can I help you?" The man asked, getting a notepad. "Yeah. We're just hoping to spend the night." Leviathan answered, still pretty tired. He nodded and passed them two keys; girls in one room, the boys in the other across the hall. "Get your rest." He said politely. The teens nodded and thanked them. When Chevy and Allison arrived to theirs Chevy was already comfortable with the room, but her college roommate was a total snob about it. "I don't like it." She sassed, tossing her stuff down by the door. "Will you just STOP being such a grouch? You were fine when sitting with Leviathan. What the-" she cussed angrily. Allison scoffed and went for the bedroom, leaving her ticked off roommate in the main room. Chevy growled and got into her suitcase, pulling out her pillow and lightest blanket, calming herself down. She then lied down on the couch, closing her eyes as her roommate took the only bed. As she lied there the boys were making a racket in their room as rain decided to come back down. Moaning, she got up and left the room, going across the hall to pound on their door. It felt as though she were in the college, pounding on the other girls' door because they were loud and who knows what they were doing in there. But Leviathan came to the door and opened it, confused. "What's wrong?" He asked, confused. "Quiet down. Sheesh." She eased, being playful. "That wasn't us. That was coming next door." He explained. "What the-" he then said,walking away from and leaving the door open. She walked in uninvited anyway and went to investigate. "Who said you could come in?" Sab asked playfully as he was looking out the window. "Levy left the door open." She explained, going to the window. She then looked around, wondering what he was looking at. Then the noises happened again. "The-" Sab cusses and stared at the wall, somewhat grossed out. Leviathan tapped the wall, but the sounds never stopped. "I got this." Chevy said, walking up to the wall. She then pounded on it, the sounds instantly muting. "If they continue then pound on the wall. They'll stop eventually." She explained low. Leviathan nodded, thanking her. She then walked out, closing their door and going back to hers. "Maybe I should've asked to stay." She thought, listening to Allison snore like a boar. She sighed and walked back out, going across the hall. She then opened the door and asked if she could just stay in there. Sab looked at Leviathan and he looked at Sab, shrugging. "Yeah. She may-" Leviathan cussed. "you off again. So get your stuff and come in." He finished. Chevy nodded and did as told, closing Allison's door and going into the boy's room, setting her stuff by theirs. "We got two couches. You go ahead and take the bed." Leviathan offered. "No, this is your room. One of you take it." She denied politely. "No, we're being gentleman. You take it." Sab denied. "And besides we've slept on couches probably more than you have." Leviathan teased playfully. "Alright." Chevy said tiredly, going for the bedroom. She opened the door and just left it open, climbing into the bed. She then closed her eyes, acting like one of the boys as though one of them were in there; leaving the door wide open. The next morning when the rain came back down everyone woke up and began to get ready to leave. Of course Allison threw a fit because Chevy was with the boys in their room. But she excused herself to brush her hair in her and Allison's room. Leviathan and Sab accepted the gesture and went on with what they were doing. "Why were you in there?" Allison asked harshly as Chevy walked in. "You snore like a boar and ticked me off yesterday. AND besides you would yell at me anyway." Chevy answered, annoyed. She then went to the bathroom to fix her hair. "Yeah... you probably got lucky with them too I bet." Allison snapped, getting her brush. "No I did not. They stayed out there while they gave me the bedroom." Chevy hissed, putting her hair up. Allison put hers up and repacked, Chevy doing the same. She then met up with Sab to check on him as he was staring out the window in his room. Leviathan was in another room. "How you feeling?" She asked him, wrapping her arms around him as a friendly gesture. "Alright. I'm not bothered." He said with a small smile. He turned and faced her, his beautiful dark eyes dancing. The brown appeared close to a black in the dim morning. Chevy chuckled and gave him a shallow nuzzle, picking on him. Sab chuckled and then kissed her as Leviathan walked in, he stopping in his tracks. Chevy's blood went cold. Leviathan cleared his throat. "Oh, sorry." Sab said, pulling away. "Right." Leviathan said slowly. He then went to pack. Then Sab looked out the window, laughing all of a sudden. "What?" Chevy asked. "Oh, I'm just watching the dumb zombie eating out of a dumpster out there." He chuckled. He then snapped out of an actual joke. He cussed. "- there are zombies!" He fretted. Chevy looked out the window and cussed. Leviathan heard and went to make sure he had everything packed up. "What's wrong?" Allison asked, not like a snob this time. "There's flesh-asses out there." Sab sighed, Chevy letting him go. They then went for their stuff. Once they had everything they left the motel rooms and turned in their room keys, soon leaving. The rain was cold as there were walkers nearby. A couple appeared to become perverted with a few cars and light poles. The teens got back in the truck as Sab took the driver's side, starting the Chevy. He then backed out and put it in Nuetral, giong to the exit. Chevy turned on the GPS built into the truck as Sab puled ahead. He soon plowed into a zombie, it exploding partially. "WHOA!" He gasped, the truck going right over it. There appeared to be a speed bump in the middle of the road; the zombie was a fat one. "What?" Leviathan asked, confused. "You hit a bump or something?" Allison hissed. "No. Hit a zombie." Sab said, wondering where it came from. The Leviathan saw one coming to his left. "What?" He sneered at it, baring his cat teeth in which he recieved from a Halloween party from four days ago. "What?" Allison pestured, suddenly playful. "There's a flesh-ass coming my way." He answered. The zombie then ignored them and marched out into traffic, getting nailed by a by-passing pick-up truck as big as Sab's Chevy. Blood sprayed the truck as rain came down, washing it off. "SORRY!" hollered the person driving by. "Yeah." Sab said slowly, soon going toward the west. The rain poured as the miles leading to Dayton were getting distinguished mile by mile. One mile. Two miles. Three miles. They came and went until they were welcomed into Dayton, Ohio by a welcoming sign. The city was still really nice; not much buildings burned down nor anything bad. Some cars that crashed into each other were moved carefully out of that way as not to disturb the pavement. Bins surrounding any wreckage contained car parts as a way of respecting survivors to pass safely. Sab eventually came to another intersection with the same amount of vehicles in every direction. Except the Swat team was standing silently in rows of dozens, unable to tell how many there are. A woman came up to the truck and began to talk with Sab, wondering where he was going. "California." He answered, trying not to be nervous. She was busy writing down information as some of the Swat team was talking amoungst themselves. Then one happened to look up and yell, "ZOMBIES!" Then the team grabbed their assault rifles and began to shoot at the zombies. Some jumped as though they were leaping lords. Blood sprayed down heavily as it sprayed buildings and other vehicles and people. Sab's Chevy was sprayed heavily as some of the Swat team was, too. "Ahh!" Sab and Chevy moaned as blood continued to pour down. "What?-uh gross." Leviathan groaned. Allison watched it all, trying not to hurl. The four teens could smell it all. And man did it smell! Once the last of the blood came down a Police woman came over as rain continued to come down. "Over there is a carwash. Go get this sucker cleaned off." She said. Sab nodded and used his wipers, although they weren't working right due to zombie guts on the windshield. "Ah, the wipers aren't working." He hissed, managing to see. He pulled into the wash and another cop put on the cycles, getting ready. The truck pulled in and began to get a clean-up. And right there: Allison began to talk with Leviathan for once. "We might as well talk. You never know what will happen." Leviathan agreed gently; he was still loving, although he was serious. She sighed and knew he was right; it was now or never. OR by the end of the trip. Chevy and Sab decided to stay out of it. Allison peered deep and longingly into Leviathan's eyes, watching the different shades of blue swarm into warm shades. Pacific Ocean warm. She took his hand into hers, feeling the sweaty warmth. He looked down and watched, blood flow warming. He then began to talk to her again, letting her know she can trust him. The blues in his eyes placed a spell on her: a spell she cannot escape from. Damn herself for being a jerk to him. "So you aren't the college pervert?" "No. That was some Brent kid. He tried to get you drunk and "woo-hoo" with you. But I nearly knocked him out for it. Eh, he was drunk, too." He explained, his hands in hers. She nodded, noticing the truth. She couldn't disagree with his beautiful eyes, especially whenhe was warm. But when he's angry his eyes freeze you in a split second; she's learned that the easy way, believe it or not. But when Leviathan looked away due to something Chevy and Sab said Allison pinched his hand, getting his attention again. "Ow." He said gently. She smiled for a brief second before they eyed each other again, getting him to concentrate. He then began to concentrate, trying to read her thoughts through a pair of soft, Asian-like brown eyes. Then the truck began to pull ahead as it was washed off. The burgundy shown proudly as the Chevy symbol on the front bumper exposed the beauty of the beast. Sab honked the horn as he drove off, continuing to go west. Allison and Leviathan fell asleep in the back, hands in hands. Sab looked down as Chevy's hand as she was looking out the window as the radio was on, quiet Country music summoning her mind. Sab then looked back up at the road, letting go of the wheel. He then memorized the position of her hand, soon holding it. He felt it heat up as Chevy smiled warmly; he truely is her Boyfriend, not just her friend from the past. She then heard him ask himself, "Why'd I leave her?" She didn't want to innterupt his train in thoughts, so she just sat there, listening to the radio. A sad song came on next. Sab then let her hand go and used both to turn the wheel, taking a turn. He then took it again, hearing her chuckle. A warm smile spread on his lips. By night-time Allison was the one driving; she decided she wanted to take Sab's place, especially since he almost put the truck in the ditch. She looked around, yawning at the same time. She then eyes the road, wondering the next pitstop. She came up to a gas station with its lights off, but gas overhead lamps on. She pulled in at a pump and let her passengers know they're at a gas station. Leviathan woke up and got out, offering to get gas as she and the other two used the restroom. As he was getting gas he was doing a little dance as he waited. "The truck about has nothing when we arrive. Huh." He muttered, getting gas. Chevy was out by the time he was done. He finished when Sab came out, the two holding hands and quietly talking. Leviathan quickly returned the pump and jogged to the men's room. "I wonder where our next pitstop is." Sab said quietly to Chevy as they were arriving to the Chevy. "I don't know." She said low, resting her head on his shoulder, feeling a muscular man in them. They then got in the back of the truck, Chevy getting in his arms. She then helped adjust his seatbelt as they went to share it. "You like it when I hold you?" He asked, holding her tightly. She kissed his neck and said, "I feel safe when I'm with you. School wasn't the same when you left." She whispered as the other two were showing up. "I know. And I'm sorry." He whispered, sounding upset. As Leviathan and Allison were showing up they were speaking privately. "You'll need someone to keep you safe if something happens to you." Leviathan said gently. "I know." She agreed, wondering how Chevy acts as brave as she is. "But since Sab has Chevy and she has him... why not I have you?" He asked, his voice truthful. She nodded in agreement, knowing what she did to him yesterday made her an untrustworthy pest. She took his hand and leaned her head against his arm, inhaling his leftover cologne. She then let off, getting in the truck. He got in and started it, putting on their seatbelts and he pulling out, hoping no one's around. He then went to the end and turned left, going west. As he was driving his eyelids began to drop; he was getting tired. He looked around rapidly and yawned, staying awake. He drove until he found a turn-off. He pulled onto it and realized it led to a path in the woods. "Okay then." He thought, going that way. He drove until he came to a bright area lit by vehicle headlights, candles, lighters, and lanterns and flashlights. Some people were smoking at the same time. A fat man welcomed them as he got to the driver's side. Leviathan pulled over, putting his window down. "Welcome to our turn'off in the woods. Park it and make ourself at home." He said. Leviathan nodded and found a spot putting the exhausted truck in park. Leviathan honked the horn, waking his friends up. Allison woke up and looked around her, wondering where the hell they are. She watched Leviathan reached behind him and pull his suitcase from the back. She grabbed hers as it was at her feet. They then began to get out as Chevy and Sab were just waking up. "Where are we?" Sab asked quickly. "You're in the woods." Said a fat man as he was drinking whiskey. He nodded as his girlfriend got off him, then adjusting the seat and giving him a hand. They then grabbed their stuff and got out, getting blinded by a headlight. A fat woman laughed as Chevy dropped her suitcase on Sab's foot. She cussed and yelled at her. Sab stood there, showing no pain. Then a man said something to Leviathan, but he said, "No the truck belongs to my friend." He said, pointing at Chevy. "Better take care of it." He said, lighting a cigar. She stood with her head held high, not afraid of the man. "Brave, aren't ya?" Asked a woman as she lit a cigarette. "Oh, yes." Chevy answered, wrapping her arm around Sab as he stood there, glaring at all the smoke; he and his girlfriend are both allergic to it. But he was a distance so he's safe. "Come, get your things out. This is our resting place for the night." Said a man as he was lighting a cigar. "They do." hissed another. "Honey, how dare you smoke that piece of-" the smoking man's wife cussed. "That thing will attract zombies faster than flies flying to a light." His wife finished while hissing. He shrugs and blows smoke in another man's face. The man getting it gagged and belched; he was drunk. There was a few fat women laughing as they were smoking. One lit a cigeratte as she was leaning against a pale yellow Chevy Trailblazer. A man took a sip of whiskey as he leaned against a midnight blue Chevy Blazer. Another was smoking a cigar as he was leaning against an Olive GMC Jimmy. "There's a lot of vehicles here." Sab muttered to Chevy. She nodded in agreement. Then a man admitted to being five Chevys, five, five Dodges, five Fords, and three Jimmies. He of course belched after each word. "Quiet, you horse." A woman hissed, drinking from a Vodka bottle. One of the men offered Chevy a bottle of whiskey, but she denied it several times. "Hey, no peer pressure." Allison said, drinking some herself. What the hell is she doing? She's only eighteen, going on nineteen in just two days. But Leviathan was pressured and he was too tired to notice the drink he was given. Chevy continued to deny until the man gave up. Sab then told her to get in the truck with him. She obeyed and grabbed their things, getting in the the truck. Once inside she pulled out her blanket from college, Sab helping to cover them up. "It's crazy here." He whispered as she lyed in his arms again. "Yeah, really." She agreed, watching the other two have fun times with the adults.

Quick Accident (Dangerous Journey: Part 1

He had to go to the bathroom by three in the morning. The others finally went to sleep by one. Sab shook his Love, letting her know he had to do something. "No." She teased quietly. "No, I have to do something." He explained, kissing her off. She opened her eyes and let him up and grabbing his gun, watching as he went to do his thing. After he closed the door he was about fifteen feet in the woods as he could still hear people making noises. "What are they doing? Whoo-hooing or what?" he wondered, taking care of his business. As he was he could hear shuffling in the leaves, still thinking a couple people are whoo-hooing. Once he finished and fixed his picture he stood still quietly, just listening. The sounds got stronger and he turned around, noticing it was a zombie. Instead of it biting him it lashed out, sending him into a tree with several marks on his left shoulder. As he sat up he grasped his shoulder as the zombie marched up to him, appearing drunk. Sab began to cach his breath as he manged to power through the pain by getting his gun. He had shaking aim as he inhaled, soon firing atthe creature as it marched up to him. The loud shots woke up the others, including the drunk teenagers. They began to scatter as Sab got up and ran as the zombie screached, alerting other ones with its stress call. Sab ran for the Chevy as Chevy waited inside. She watched with terrified dark eyes as the zombie was twenty feet behind its attacker. But since it was dark out Sab made it safely and the zombie smacked into the door, falling on the ground. Allison and Leviathan quickly packed and Allison went for the Chevy, but Chevy herself locked the doors. She cussed and curses at her, running for Leviathan. The owner of a balck Dodge Ram the same year as the Chevy Silverado dropped his keys as he and his wife ran for a friend's vehicle since they lost sight of theirs. Leviathan picked them up and used the alarm, findng it. There was a lot of noises and commotion as vehicles were started, people getting eaten at, people screaming and yelling, and gunfire. Allison found Leviathan in the pick-up and she ran for it as a zombie was on her tail. She made it just in time as Leviathan killed the intruding zombie. Once inside the truck, they were long gone along with the others.

The Misnomer Boyfriend (Dangerous Journey: Part 2: Chevy and Sab)

He couldn't sleep right the rest of the night. His shoulder hurt and his head was throbbing. His Love did her best to help him sleep but his moaning and groaning due to pain was no helping matter. Another thing: when he got attacked his shoulder began to bleed through the tear of his shirt, soon getting infected. When he woke up around seven in the morning the pain was gone; was he in waking up in Heaven? He wasn't sure but Chevy felt for a fact that her back was killing her. She wrapped her arms tightly around Sabastian, pulling him into a protective hug. She brushed her lips through his hair, inhaling the woods on him. She then gently her finger tips into his back, hearing groaning sounds come from him. She then played her fingers up the back of his shirt, feeling greasy pearls. Was he sweating from her body heat and blanket? Or is he... he? She couldn't think of anything else; she was lost in the pleasure. But when he woke up in her arms she woke up as he was over top of her, appearing hungry like a grizzly bear. But this was no grizzly bear... it was Sabastian Kifer in the form of a ZOMBIE! In the BODY of a ZOMBIE! "Sab?" Chevy asked nervously. He growled and opened his mouth, revealing his pointed teeth. "Oh-" she cussed. He went to bite her, but she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, using her strength. That's when Sabastian started to screach and hiss, anger in his evil dark eyes. "What happened to you?" Chevy thought, holding him back. Is he dead? Is he sick? What happened to her boyfriend? His skin wasn't its usual fair peach color; it's now a rather bright rusty color. Burgundy. Of course in his position he was heavy, but holding him back was no problem. With one hand she punched him where she promised she'd never hit him: the groin area. He collasped, breathless. She quickly got out from under him and pinned him to the seat. She then began to look for something to tie him down. Spotting something blond in color she knelt and grabbed it, realizing it was a rope. She smelled remains of hay of as she began to wind it around his torso, tying the lost boy. He screached as he tried to bite her, but he was only biting air, nothing else. Wildchild. She then got him situated where she could turn him so he was sitting in the seat properly. He glared and snapped, snarling at the same time like an untamed Pitbull. She placed both hands on his shoulders and pressed hard, causing his breathing to spasm. Not too much, but just enough to calm him down. She then let up the pressure once he calmed down. "What happened to you?" She asked barely above a whisper. But he only screached once, telling her to get off or something. "TELL ME-" she cussed, slapping him. His head went that direction as he growled several phrases under his breath. She pissed him off. Sitting back slightly, she covered her face and began to cry, feeling ashamed at the same time. She then uncovered her face, staring at him. She doesn't want to kill him; she's waited years to see his face again. There was a difference in his eyes compared to other zombies: he wanted help. But first came feeding. But what's his new diet other than live/dead human carcasses? Animals? Beef jerky? He's got plenty of that. But here wasn't the safest place; there could be zombies not far from their current location. Sighing again, Chevy leaned forward and rubbed her right thumb down his left cheek, he just watching. His eyes were curious as his mouth remained closed. His eyes were soft as he appeared to be reading her eyes, noticing there was no harm in them. Then Chevy realized as she was rubbing his cheek his skin was warm; he's still human? But how?- was her concern. Sab's mouth opened once as to say something, but maybe he was yawning at the same time then. He closed it and stared at his Love, most likely wondering if he's seen her before. But why would he think that?- he kissed her yesterday, but he was a human. Not a partial human. Chevy knew she had to them out of there. So she got off of him and put the seatbelt on him, brushing her lips upon his forehead, then climbing into the driver's seat. She started the truck and put hers on, soon getting out of there.

Dangerous Jouney: Part 2: Leviathan and Allison

His eyes burned due to lack of sleep; he only got about two hours due to drinking. He knew he shouldn't have been drinking. What the hell was he thinking? Now he's still got another four hours of perculation to go through. But luckily his body has the ability to let him concentrate, even though he's drunk as a pig. Allison was asleep, even more drunk than he was; she had about three more drinks than he did. She vomited along the way, but not in the vehicle. He had the ability to control his symtoms. He then noticed a motel sign proceed through the blinding sun. It was no mirage; it was really there. He pulled into its lot and shook Allison awake, she making slurred noises. "I got no choice. I'm too drunk to continue." He explained, his speech slurred. Allison stared, exhausted looking. Leviathan got out of his seatbelt and undid hers, getting the keys out and getting out. He closed the door with as much soberness as possible and walked like a zombie to the other side, giving his Love a hand. She about fell out as she was helped. Her door was closed and Leviathan helped her inside the lobby. The concierge looked up and just gave a random key, then giving them a hand. "How much did you have to drink, Sir?" He asked him. "Leviathan stared as their door was open, then shrugging. "No need to answer. You're drunk as-" the man cussed and let them in. Leviathan kept ahold of Allison's hand as he led them to the bedroom. Hopefully they aren't too drunk and get carried away. As he crawled in bed with her the concierge walked in. "Don't leave until you're sober. I don't want you two getting hurt." He explained, closing the bedroom door and the outside door. Allison eyed the door, then Leviathan. She soon dropped onto his arm; whoo-hoo moment? "No, no." Leviathan denied, pushing her away. But her drunk behavior made her stay. He sighed and wrapped his arm around her, closing his eyes. By the time he woke up it was well past one in the afternoon; he was now sober. But Allison was still partially drunk. Leviathan adjusted his position as he was getting up. Once he was he went to another room and took care of his business. He cleansed and went back to the bedroom, joining his Love back in bed. She lied there, peaceful and beautiful looking. She didn't stir when the bed had extra pressure against it. Leviathan pulled her into his arms and held her tight, wondering how long the journey will be. He then began to wonder how Sab and Chevy are doing as Allison snuggled deeply against him. She then rested her head on his shoulder, the hood of his Pennstate hoodie against her hair. Leviathan stared at her sleeping face as he soon smiled, glad she trusted him. He then knealt his face toward hers and gently kissed her. What's he going to expect after that?

Dangerous Journey: Part 2: Chevy and Sab

There wasn't much sound coming from him as she was driving. But she did look through the rearview to make sure he's still there; he was silent. She sighed as she eyed the road, watching parts of the scenery as it blew by. She then happened to notice roadkill, a groundhog, as it was freshly killed on the side of the road. She pulled over along side and asked, "You hungry?" Sab looked out the window as though he saw a person walk by; he understood her. His mouth opened once, most likely trying to say "What do you think? I'm a zombie now." She got out of her seatbelt, got in the back with him, and freed him from his. She then grabbed the rope he was tied up with and opened the door, pulling him out. He stumbled out and stood there, appearing to be drunk. Chevy then began to redo the rope so it was like he was on a leash, except it was around his abdomen. She then began to lead him to the roadkill. He stared at it, then back at her, soon vomiting. Chevy quickly looked away, grossed out. She continued to look away until he was coughing. Since when did zombies cough? She wasn't sure but this one was wheazing even afterwards. "Probably had a breathing problem from that." She guessed as he soon went for the roadkill, eating it like a dog that hasn't eaten anything in days. As she held onto the rope she slowly backed up and went for the pick-up truck, getting into the back. She opened the back door and got into her back pack, pulling out a pack of fruit snacks. She opened a pack and began to eat them as Sab was eating the dead animal. He was finished by the time she was. He growled at the package, but then stopped once it was put away. Chevy gave him strange looks as he then stood up straight, no longer slouching. "Is that part of being part human?" Chevy asked herself as he walked up to her. He just stood there, staring like he needed a toothpick. His eyes were drunk and his mouth was hanging partially open, the strong iron scent coming from the blood on his lips and breath. Chevy's smelled worse, but the smell on his breath was rather sweet, like the animal ate something healthy just before it died. It had a fruity and candy smell to it, too. But the blood on his lips and face was the normal color: red, but a little dark. He got closer to her until he was practically pinning her to the truck's door, hunger in his eyes. But it wasn't of not eating much. "Someone's romantic." She said, rubbing a finger down his cheek. He watched her gentle touch and leaned in close, being more human than a partial zombie. Chevy's eyes closed, her cheeks going hot. Since when did zombies know how to kiss? She began to wonder that as he applied pressure, acting like a stubborn human who prefers to kiss along sides of roads as he's doing right now. "Sab?" Chevy said gently, gently pushing him back. He grunted, stunned in his dark eyes as they were gentle. "Not now." She said gently. "Uh............-" He moaned, sounding drunk. "Sab?" Chevy asked. But he fell forward into her arms, she catching him. His back muscles expanded, proving he's still breathing. "He's half-gone, but I can save him. I'm not letting him go. Not now, not today." She declared, pressurizing him against her in her arms. She then whispered in his ear, "I'll take care of you. You're not leaving me." She then lifted his chin and gently kissed him, then lifting him into the truck. She then put the seatbelt on him, rubbed her finger down his cheeck, then getting out and closing the door, getting in the driver's seat. She was already strapped in and had the truck started and gone by the time a car showed up, wondering what the hell got ahold of whatever's left of the groundhog. Chevy drove them to a remote turn-off about five miles ahead. She pulled in and followed an unexpected trail leading into an area as big as a garage. Being able to revolution the turn, her truck was facing the opposite way than when she arrived. Pulling over, she looked through the rearview mirror, noticing Sab was leaning over like he fell asleep. His eyes were closed as he was peaceful. She got out of her seatbelt and climbed back, gently shaking him. He didn't respond as much as barely breathing. "Sab?" Chevy asked, shaking him. His head fell back as his mouth slightly opened, no sound. She began to get worried as she stopped shaking him, knowing that was making it worse. She then pulled him into her arms, letting him know he wasn't alone if he's still in there. Sighing, she gently let him back and got into her backpack, digging around for a pack of baby wipes she put in. She found a medium-sized pack and put it in her hoodie pocket and released her misnomer boyfriend form his prison. She even took off the rope, hoping he'll be able to breathe better. She then pulled him into her arms and went back, soon strugging to breathe herself. Adjusting her arm a certain way she felt around on the door and searched for the handle, grabbing it and using it. The door opened and she slowly began to back out, dragging him with her. She then gently lied his unconcious body on the ground once he was out of the truck. She then closed the door, then going back to Sab. He only slowly let out a breath in Chevy's face as she was handling him. She lifted him and gently drug him to the tailgate. With one hand she let down the tailgate and used both to haul the boy onto it. She then gently pushed him onto it, preventing any further injuiries. And yet: she still doesn't know about the factor injury on his left shoulder. Climbing up she pushed him almost underneath the bed's liner and turned around to put the tailgate back up. She then pulled the baby wipes pack from her hoodie pocket and opened it, setting it down. She got down on her knees and pulled Sab's shirt off, noticing zombie-like fluids on his torso. "What the...?" She asked her self, not daring to touch it. It could be sweat, but she wasn't risking touching the liquid bare-fingered. She set the shirt down and pulled out a wipe, putting it to the burgundy skin. It remained red as "rust" was picked up onto the wipe. After it was unusable she then used seven more on his torso, two on each arm, two on his face and neck, and nine on each side of his back. The last thing Chevy saw was the looks of an extremely tanned boy with rust-colored wipes surrounding his unconcious body lying on the bed of the pick-up. Instead of smelling a cleansed baby she still smelled something of a creek. A country creek rather. She stood up and then knelt down to pick up the wipes and throw them in a dead bush. She then decided hand-cleaning him was done; if he was filthy "South", that was his business. "The gunk should be fertile to the soil." She figured, kneeling down again. She grabbed his shirt, lifted the cleansed boy into her arms. and began to slip it over his head. His head fell back onto her shoulder after adjustment. She then rested him back onto the bed, stood up, went to the tailgate, put it down and went down too; she fell from it.What the hell was that all about? "How'd I manage to do that I have no idea." She muttered, lying on her back. She then curled into a ball for a moment before deciding to get to her feet. Shaking it off she then grabbed Sab's feet and dragged him over to her, his underside right about against her lower abdomen. She then grabbed his shoulders and pulled him forward, his limp body coming toward her at such speed she was blown back onto the forest floor with his body on top of her. She lost her breath as he had his head smacked off the ground, soon waking up and grabbing his head, feeling the pain. He got on his knees in a rather odd way and screeched, sounding like a mother Eagle fawning over the unexpected death of one of her chicks. Chevy sat up once she caught her breath and took his hands, stroking his wrists as he was calming down. He did and and watched the gentle touching, summoned by love. He opened his mouth as though to say something as Chevy used movements to help him get up. He didn't say much but yawn during the process. Chevy chuckled and pulled him into a hug, soon scrunching her nose. She cusses and says, "-you stink." The zombie moans as though he were laughing. She lets him go and quickly goes for the truck, getting in and getting a few bathing supplies, a heating blanket, and got out. She closed the door, ran for Sab, and lured him to a nearby stream. The soothing flow of water appeared to calm down Chevy more than Sab. She dropped the bathing materials and began to strip down, preparing for a chilly bath. Sab just stared, most likely wondering what the heck she's doing. It certainly wasn't him, though. She then motioned for him to do the same, but he only stared as though he were invited to a huge feast of some sort. She sighed and gave him a hand, soon going into the waist-deep water. She began to cleanse up as Sab followed, somewhat trudging through the water. He about fell when he was only foot away from her. She chuckled and reached for his hand, pulling him into a hug. The light of the afternon sun shone peacefully in the pair of chocolate eyes, brightening them to a creamy caramel. He soon began to flex like a human as she began to bathe him properly, seeing eye to eye. It was like the stream was magical as it cleared Sab's mind; he was recovering. He then took the soap from Chevy's hand after she was finished with it, he finishing himself off. The smell of lavender and liliac mixtures filtering the air. It wafted into Chevy's nostrils as she watched, being reassureed herself. Sab was done a minute later. He held the soap as he maturely pulled Chevy in to his arms, letting her know he knew what he was doing. His skin was cool, but it was soon warm once he was holding her completely. "I'll... b...be... li... like... y... y... you." He stuttered, sounding as though he's chattering. Chevy suddenly stared into his eyes, unable to believe it. "You can talk?" She asked, rubbing her hand down his left cheek. "I... can." He stuttered, thinking of what else to say. But he sighed and stared, not acting like a zombie. His eyes glowed a beautiful caramel as the sun shone in them. "I, I can't believe tis. I just can't." Chevy said, half laughing and surprised. Sab stared at her, probably thinking, "Yes, yes I know I can talk. I'm not a complete zombie, you know." She wrapped her arms around him, tightly pulling him into a hug. She couldn't let go, but eventually would have to. She then kissed him until he pulled away and hissed several phrases in zombie. "What's wrong?" Chevy asked worriedly. He hissed something, but the last words he could have said was, "Let's go." It appeared to be a command. He gabbed her hand at such a humanly rate that she had no time to react. Sab had them on shore as there was another zombie across the banks on wet land. He began to charge at them as Sab began to usher Chevy into picking up their belongings. She managed to grab them and Sab dragged her up the hill, ushering her to the truck. They got in the back safely and curled up in the heating blanket, warming up. Chevy eyed Sabastian as he kept an eye out on the other zombie, protecting HER. Wait- she's human. He then readjusted his position so he could lock the door and then get back to his position. Chevy was shocked; it was supposed to her doing the protecting. Not him. But his zombie senses ignited, allowing him to know that there was another zombie nearby. "Thank you." Chevy whispered, nuzzling her head against the side of his neck. She could feel his human body heat. "You can't do all the protecting." He whispered, his voice weak. But he had a small smile on his lips, softness in his eyes, and tears forming at the corners. Chevy knew he was pain; he could't be seen much in the public due to his condition. She wrapped her arms around him and inhaled her soap on his red skin, feeling like she's snuggled against a hot water bottle or something. She sighed and then decided to get out from under the blanket. "What are you doing?" Sab asked quietly. "We need to go." She whispered, gently kissing him. She then pulled away once his eyes reopened after closing them. She began to change into a random get-up and get him one of his. They began to dress and soon were out of there a few minutes later.

Dangerous Journey: Leviathan and Allison: Part 2

Thankfully he pulled away a few minutes later after the kiss; he would have wooed her due to her being drunkand the scent of alcohol on her breath messing with his mind. Leviathan got out of bed and went to another room, taking care of his business. He then cleansed and went into the living room, turning on the TV. A sports show that was on grabbed his attention as people were walking out of their motel rooms. The man on the air was talking about the zombies in his home area as the football players in the background were playing their game.

(evolve)