"A sɪɴɢʟᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀ 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ's
ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴍ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛʏ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, sᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ."
Cᴀʀᴏʟɪɴᴀ Lɪᴀʀ
Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ | 17 ʏᴇᴀʀs | Iɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ Rᴜɴɴᴇʀ | Cʀᴜsʜʟᴇss
Carolina blinked her eyes at his logic and pursed her lips. "Perhaps... I guess we'll just have to see in the next episode." She let out a abrupt laugh at her joke, as she felt is was necessary. She sunk back against the couch, the cushions forming around her body's curves. A perfect fit. She could remember her grandfather watching a show like the one they were making up before. He had been on the edge of his seat, leaning against his cane, wise eyes glued onto the television screen. She and her grandmother had been in the kitchen chuckling, Hunter playing with his toys in the other room. Her grandmother had said, "Darling, take about five steps back from that screen! You'll burn your eyes right out of their sockets for heaven's sake! I swere Carolina... I'm going to take that thing and throw it out the window. Maybe then he'll pay more attention to me!" They had spent the rest of their visit making such remarks, and as a result of that weekend, everytime she saw her grandfather she would say, "So gramps. The season finale come yet? I don't think your eyes can handle much more." He would just chuckle, tightening his hug.
But now, Carolina was frowning. Her grey pools were as hard as stone. "No sh*t sherlock. I get that; we all do." Her jaw clentched as he continued. "I don't need anyone to take care of me! I've been doing it for, how long has it been since the flood now? Actually, I'm taking care of me, Hunter, and Dallas. I'm not starving; I'm perfectly satisfied." Her body betrayed her as her stomach let out a low grumble. In responce, she jabbed her side with her thumb, but to no avail. "Irresponcibility has nothing to do with it, and I'm not an idiot. If I were, I'd be dead already. It takes smarts to survive, and by the sound of how you're talking down on me like I'm some kid, you won't last much longer." On the contriary, dear Carolina.
The peite brunette rose to her feet abruptly, Dallas too joining her. By his stance, she could tell he understood her troublesome expression and manner; she was p*ss*d. "I'm doing perfectly fine, Nathan Decker, as well as Hunter and Dallas. I've been fine, and I will remaine fine. I don't need you pointing out my flaws and where they are relevant. Go lecture somebody else." He headed up the stairs, Dallas right on her heels.
Pushing her "bedroom" door open, she could see a sleepy Hunter sitting up on the bed they shared. "I heard you shouting, Cal."
"It's nothing Hunt. Just a little debate is all. You hungry? I overheard the gang talking about a stash of unexpired food at the Weinerschnitzel. We could cook some hotdogs, just like we used to. You up for it?" The black labrador's tail thumped the concrete floor as Hunter's face lit up.
"Ya! And ketchup too? Mustard?" He asked eagerly, his expression hopeful, his ivory green eyes wide.
"You know it, bud. Let's get you dressed first." Carolina replied, digging through the small amount of his clothes on the chair by the door.
"Aᴍ I ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ? Aᴍ I ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғғ ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴛᴛᴇʀ?
Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ I'ᴍ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғғ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴀɴ I ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ."
Dᴀᴡsᴏɴ Mɪʟʟᴇʀ
Mᴀʟᴇ | 19 ʏᴇᴀʀs | Eᴠᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ Rᴜɴɴᴇʀ | Cʀᴜsʜʟᴇss
Dawson's expression hardened, though a hint of humor flashed in his eyes. As cocky as Alex was, she wouldn't be as stingy when he and Jadyn ganged up on her. After all, with two against one, it wa clear of the outcome. Her horse wouldn't prove to be a very good weapon either, but as for a getaway... Dawson pursed his lips. There was only one exit, and he and Jadyn were blocking it. His smirk returned. Yes, they would win, that is, unless the girl possessed some magical power. The thought just made him laugh. There was no such thing, except in fairy tales.
"You're pretty cocky for someone who's just about to get their *ss kicked." He snapped, feeling much more reassured as Jadyn stepped beside him just as Fern did. He had no fear of the petite blonde; she was just a meer speed bump in Evermore's surge to seek full ownership of the once called "Indianapolis". Her death would mark a new victory for the harsher valued gang, bringing corruption to Infinite, and untimatly bringing down Evermore's rival gang. SO by killing here here and now, he would be doing the remaining society a favor. "If you wish to take a stroll, try the forest. The scenery is better." He replied, a calmer voice now, as he kicked aside a soda can. "But if you wish not, I must agree with Jadyn. The easy way, or the hard way. I much prefer the hard way; there's more killing." He stuck his left hand into his leather jacket's pocket, calloused hands wrapping themselves around the handle of the hand gun.
It was a rather rare sight to see a gang member these days with a gun; it was mostly the daggers or other knives, considering all the guns had been washed away in the flood, the few that there was, leaving behind the thousands of knives. It was a tradition, per say, to give a new gang member a knife. It was like, an acceptance or addmittance. In fact, he had given Hunter a knife a while ago, after the flood of course. It had just been a butter knife though. Dawson had found it hilarious, Carolina though, was quite horrified. Hunter had been too, though after Carolina had taken away the gift. But the gun Dawn held now hadn't been one he had scrummaged to find in the city's remains. No, it had been his fathers. His father and he used to be full time gun activists. His father had owned the gun repair shop of the town, spending hours a day reloading all the bullets he had shot the day before. It had become an unnatural hobby, and Dawson had caught on. The gun was the onlything he kept from his life before the flood.
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