was not going to save me. He was going to stay where he was, to protect himself. I don't know why I thought it would be any other way. Of course he wasn't going to do anything. Saving me from flesh eaters who moved slower than him and had no weapons besides their teeth and nails was one thing. Going up against two grown men with knives and guns was a completely different thing. Why would he put his own life in danger to save a girl he just met? I don't know why I thought Will was different. Maybe I just wanted to believe that he was but he wasn't. He was just like everyone else.
~Chapter Four~
We walked about a half mile across the other side of the interstate to a truck pulled up on the grass. Bo opened the passenger side door and shoved me in smacking my head on the dash, then got in beside me. Lucas walked around to the other side and started up the truck. It took three tries for the engine to turn over. Black puffs of smoke came up from the tail pipe as we drove over the grass around the abandoned vehicles and down the road to who knows where. Their stink filled the truck making me gag a little. I didn't know what they had in store for me, but I knew it couldn't be good. Unfortunately, we had nearly a full tank of gas so they could be headed anywhere.
"Where are we going?" I figured getting them talking might be a good idea. I was wrong.
"Oh don't you worry sweetheart, we have a cozy little place you're gonna like just fine," Lucas answered, rubbing his dirty hand up my thigh. Bo flipped on a cassette of some awful country music on the truck's ancient stereo and sang along. I tried to see if I could wiggle my hands a bit but the zip tie was too tight.
"Could we maybe take this off?" I motioned to my bound hands in Bo's direction. He couldn't possibly see me as a threat so I figured maybe I had a chance. He pulled out a hunting knife which I thought he would use to cut the zip tie but that wasn't what he had in mind.
"Do you take me for some dumb redneck, little girl?" Bo ran the blade back and forth across my cheek. The cool metal slid across my skin as a warning of what he could do to me. I had been in some bad situations since the outbreak but nothing quite like this. The realization of what these two were capable of started to set in. The truck bumped up and down as we pulled onto a dirt road. The knife, still held against my face, sliced into me just enough to sting. Blood ran down my cheek and onto my lips, leaving a coppery taste in my mouth. Bo wiped some blood from my lips with his gorilla hand and licked it off his fingers. Good thing I was up to date on my shots before the outbreak. Who knows what this filthy bastard was carrying.
It was dark when we pulled in to what looked like a small cabin with boarded up windows. There was another truck parked outside and a campsite on the side surrounded by chain link fence. I guessed that was to make it more difficult for any undead to sneak up on them while they sat around the fire. It didn't look like the most sturdy set up but then the IQ of these two combined was probably somewhere around room temperature. Bo pulled me out of the truck and dragged me along the path to the cabin. Inside there was nothing more than an old ratty sofa, wooden coffee table, a sink and mirror in the corner and two full size beds. The smell inside the cabin was slightly worse than being trapped inside the truck cab with the sewer cousins. Bo pushed me inside and onto one of the beds. He sat on the sofa and propped his ape feet onto the coffee table.
"I'm gonna get the fire started and get these rabbits cooked. You watch the girl." Lucas peeked his head in the cabin and then disappeared again. They had taken the dinner Will had caught for us along with the weapon bag which they left in the truck.
"No problem," Bo answered, leering at me in a way that I can best describe as the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood. My mind raced with all the horrible things that could possibly