âŖ Alexandria "Alex" Owens âŖ
Alex's fingertips ran up her arms, grazing her shivering skin. She could faintly see billowing clouds of her cold breath evaporate into nothingness, disappearing into the night air.
The challenging trek up the creek had just begun, and she could tell it would seem like a long journey.
Zac and Alex walked onward at a constant pace as Truck Eighteen's survivors trudged through the chilling creek. Every so often, Alex stole a quick glance of Zac's patched up wound to see if everything was going well. So far, nothing happened out of the ordinary.
Suddenly, out of no where, Jenifer approached Zac, anger fuming in her expression. "Can you explain to me why you're so concerned about your pathetic little wound right now that you have to waste Alex's time, who has a weapon that could probably have saved us all." She stated angrily.
As fast as she had come, Jenifer took off, stomping through the water. Alex could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.
Alex turned towards Zac, mouth agape. She didn't know why Jenifer was so frantic about Zac's wound. Quite frankly, Alex didn't think she was wasting her time; she was helping someone with a serious wound. She almost laughed at Jenifer's outlook on the situation.
"Ever hear that old saying: I don't have to outrun the tiger, I just have to outrun her, and a well placed bullet would make that happen." Zac whispered in her ear.
Alex smiled, letting out a small chuckle. He always seemed to tie in something humorous no matter what the situation. Alex liked that about him.
"Don't tell me you want to kill Jenifer." Alex grinned at her own sarcasm. It was nice talking to someone normally again since the outbreak.
"Hey, I want you to have these. Of course only half of the pack is yours until we get to safety and you finish patching me up then you can have the rest of them." Zac handed her a pack of cigarettes with generosity.
The smokes rested in her hands like the keys to a new car. Of course she was dying to have a smoke, not to mention more than one, but she new the others would become agitated with the smell, and the flicker of the smoke itself might become a distraction to a nearby Roamer. Nevertheless, she appreciated the pack, and couldn't wait to open it.
"Thanks, Zac," She smiled again. "But I'm sure I can't have them all to myself. I think I'm at least willing to share." Her eyes met his bandage. "Not to mention, you might need a couple smokes to relive the pain after you're all stitched up."
Alex put the smokes on her back pocket, looking forward to something when they reached a safe zone. She had almost forgotten they were making their way through icy rapids.
Suddenly, an ear piercing scream made Alex flinch. She looked around, focusing on who or what it came from.
"What the hell was that?" She asked Zac.
Oh... Now Alex remembered. The scream matched the one of Jenifer's, who had shrieked earlier in the truck.
"Shit- It's Jenifer. She's gonna' end up attracting a Roamer." Alex's eyes searched through the crowd for the stupid blonde.
Boy, were they in for it now.