Fanon:Zombie Apocalypse: Dangerous Journey: Difference between revisions

She was speeding in a thirty-five zone. Leviathan held onto the handle by his door as Allison was going eighty. There were bodies of zombies in every direction on the road. The scenery was blowing by like a movie as the blurry outcasts surrounded the Dodge. Bodies of humans and animals were also run over. Leviathan begged Allison to slow down, but her fears came to the best of her. She soon slammed the brakes as there was a buck, doe, and fawn on the road. She began to cry as she saw them stare at the truck calmly and quietly. She covered her face back-handed the steering wheel with her face covered; she was too hurt. The pain hit her chest like a bullet as she sat there while the truck idled. Leviathan sat there, stunned. "What's wrong?" he thought about asking. He was just about to open his mouth until her pouting became critical. He became more and more worried the longer she cried. She then finally leaned side-ways and struck his shoulder with the side of her head, sobbing. The deer family in front of the truck just stood there, wondering what the heck was going on. "What's wrong?" Leviathan asked gently, keeping his arms back in case she'd snap. She lifted her head, eyes brown. She then glared at him and punched his jaw, Leviathan's head going to the right. The deer family's nerves jolted, still watching. Allison stared as tears came from her eyes, the pain hurdling around her heart. Leviathan didn't say anything; he only sat there, taking in the hit. He then faced her, not surprised; he knew she'd do that. She soon started to hit him until she couldn't no longer; his face was bruised and he had scratches above his eyebrows, but he wasn't harmed in any other way. His lip was also bleeding. "What the he-" he couldn't finish; his jaw hurt. He grabbed his bottom jaw and rubbed it, not surprised at all. Allison just sat there, glaring and crying at the same time. She then whispered the problem harshly in his ear. He stared, eyes wide and shocked. "No. I couldn't have." He fretted. "Well, you did." She whispered, gentle this time. Leviathan couldn't believe it. "It doesn't make sense. I was sober enough to prevent that." He whispered, holding onto his jaw. "We did it when we were sober, I think." She whispered, tears still going down her eyes. Leviathan shook his head, not believing it. "Unless we still had a buzz, I don't remember." He said gently. Allison only stared for a moment. She then said," We were still drunk." and got back to driving. She kept it slow so she wouldn't scare the deer. The father deer stayed close to the guard rail while the doe and her fawn went over it, somewhat spooked. The buck then turned and calmly walked away, joining the rest of his family. Allison sped up once she was more than five hundred feet away from them. After stopping for a fuel-up and adding oil and coolant to the Dodge, Leviathan took the wheel and then their journey continued. They arrived into the neighboring state late around nine at night. They grabbed their things and locked the truck, going to the front desk. A fat serviceman was busy talking and laughing with the large concierge as they were having a conversation. Leviathan cleared his throat, getting their attention. The large men stopped laughing and the concierge grabbed a random key, Leviathan taking it and Allison following him to their room. The sky was black and the moon was full. The air was also chilly, but not chilly like it was yesterday. Leviathan unlocked the door and they walked in, turning on the light. A warm welcoming enveloped them as they stood there, absorbing the comfort of their room. Leviathan decided he was calling it a night, so Allison did the same thing. They found the bedroom and prepared themselves for bed. When they were asleep in each others arms, the night seemed as though it never existed.