❝Are you fucking serious, dude?❞
[ hey y’all, sorry i’ve been out again for a few weeks. i’ve been in one of the worst ruts of my life and i’m jsut trying my best to get through it. i’ll tag back here soon ]
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❝Hey, watch out for them, okay?❞
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Sarah turned around, looking at the people that Wyatt had been referring to: some of the other guards. Most of them made her nervous anyway, and she already tried to stay away from Troy as much as she possibly could - he was by far one of the meanest people here. But she had talked to some of the other ones, and they were sort of nice. But only sort of.
“But…they can’t all be bad, right? Not everyone here is mean.”
Sarah was a fragile girl; Wyatt knew this. It’s not that Carlos wasn’t a good father to her. He was doing all that he could, but the world the way it was now, it was pretty hard to avoid running in with some shitty people. Although, Wyatt thought, coddling her wasn’t the way to go either. She had to know how things were going to work from now on, but as long as it was a gradual transition, she would probably be okay.
❝Listen, Sarah...❞ he began, nodding his head at her, ❝We’re friends, right? You’re a smart kid. I just wanna make sure you’re not hangin’ around the wrong people, you know?❞
He worried about her. After all, she was still just a kid. Kinda hard to raise those nowadays, not that there were many around, regardless. Wyatt thought about Becca. The two were so different, and Shel’s sister clearly wanted nothing to do with Sarah, if not to pawn off some chores. Sarah needed a friend.
❝But, no, you’re right. For one, I’m not mean. Your dad’s not mean. Luke and Nick aren’t mean. I mean, unless they are mean to you. In which case, I’ll kick their asses. Anyway... I just want you to know that some people here are mean, okay?❞ Hopefully that didn’t scare her...
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“So NOW he’s your friend? Funny, how quickly you sold him out to save your skin but then claim you’re buddies just as quickly when plan fails. Jeez…..and I’M the bad guy here. Meh….whatever man….” He waved the gun around. “It’s not like I WANT to shot your brains out, but I don’t think my FRIEND wanted either of you to shot his brains out. So sorry pal. It’s out of my hands and at this point…I kind of want to smash your face in.”
And yet, Wyatt was still sitting there wondering how he wasn’t dead yet. Should he reach for his gun, or should he keep trying to talk it out with this maniac? Should he just... Run? Maybe not the hardest decision of his life, but either way Wyatt felt like he was screwed. Maybe there was just no way out of this.
❝I’m... Alright. Yeah. I understand.❞
Oh god, Eddie. Please don’t choose now to come back. Fuck, hopefully nothing bad happened to him, Wyatt thought, but damn was he glad that Eddie wasn’t stuck in this bullshit with him. Maybe he could get away.
He reached for his gun slowly, but instead of pulling it on the guy, he surrendered it at the other’s feet.
❝Your friend didn’t deserve that. It was just a freak accident. It was an accident.❞
If Nate was in a good mood, he may have thought about it. Maybe even let the stuttering mess go and just take his word for it. But no, he wasn’t in a very forgiving mood, at all tonight. “How pathtic….selling out your friend, like that. It’s not like either one of you is getting out of this in one piece. So at least hold some dignity as you die. Or don’t and die like the coward you are.” He did say think about sparing him and none of that impressed him at all nor changed his mind.
Wyatt swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew it was terrible to throw Eddie under the bus like that; it was even more terrible knowing it didn’t work.
❝Dude, please, let’s talk this out,❞ he begged as his body froze in absolute fear. ❝Please, you don’t have to do this. I’ll do anything you want, just... Fuck. You can even kill me. Just don’t hurt my friend.❞
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One gun.. Seemed likely enough.
The stout woman lowered her rifle, expression softening once she realized he wouldn’t be a threat. Still… he could be lying, but- she’d give him the benefit of the doubt for now.
“Ok, ok…” She reassured herself aloud, shifting her feet. “What do you want from here?” Auren had made camp just a few days ago, so it was rude of her to imply he had no reason to be there.
What was the point in lying here?
❝I mean... Fuck. Anything. Just out scavenging.❞ Anybody would understand, the way things were now, right? Everyone did it -- everyone had to. Survival wasn’t even plausible without either stealing someone else’s shit -- or taking shit that’s been abandoned. And sometimes, you don’t know whether something is actually abandoned. ❝I’m obviously not going to take anything now, because I know it belongs to you -- but I’m not going to sit here and lie to you.❞
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“Hey! Hippie! You know…you and your little druggie of a boyfriend killed MY friend back there. Which wasn’t cool, MAN. I’m like really tempted to shot your brains out. How about we play a game. Give me in a good reason why I shouldn’t in the next three seconds and I’ll THINK about sparing your pathetic lives.”
No. No no no no no. This was not happening. How did he find him!? This guy had just sneaked up on him... And Eddie was nowhere in sight, despite Wyatt’s wary calls to him a few minutes before. He had just gotten out of the car to go look for him -- god dammit, he knew they should have just gone together, seriously, who the fuck tries to determine a life or death situation with a rock paper scissors game -- and there was no way Wyatt was going to make it back to the car without this guy killing him.
About 2.83 seconds of those 3 that Wyatt’s been given have been wasted with his bumbling and shaky breaths.
❝Fuck dude -- f-fuck! Just -- just calm down, Jesus Christ! It -- It wasn’t me --❞ He can’t look the guy in his “fucking gorked” eyes, so instead, he stares at his feet as he gasps his words out.
❝It wasn’t me, man! It was him! I’m not the guy you want... I had nothing to do with that shit!❞
“I’m sure you aren’t either.” Sarita trusted people easily, believing most were still decent human beings. It was only until someone did something really wrong then she would start to distrust them. This man hadn’t done anything to make her feel like he couldn’t be trusted.
“Oh….well, that’s okay. Just curious as in what way?”
It took him a minute, but after analyzing her face just a tad longer, Wyatt’s eyes widened the slightest bit in surprise.
❝Holy crap, you were at Bill’s, weren’t you?❞
And by Bill’s, he meant Howe’s. Dreadful fucking place -- he hated it there; a lot of them did. She wasn’t the usual resident he’d seen strolling around, so she must have come with that group Bill had brought in just before the place was completely overrun by the dead. It was questionable enough that this woman survived. Wyatt barely did.
And now that he remembered her face, that was enough to tell him that she wasn’t a bad person, never mind that gentle tone and soft arch of her eyebrows. But maybe once she realized who he was, the tides would change. After all, he was technically on Bill’s side, and they were his captives!
❝Man, it was just... A shit-show back there. Sorry; I’m Wyatt. Can I ask your name?❞
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“Wait, you don’t have to leave. I’m not going to hurt you or anything.”
❝I’m not a bad dude, I swear,❞ Wyatt presses on. It takes him a moment for what the woman said to actually click in his head. She seems genuinely nice; her voice is soft, like the voice of a mother. He looks at Sarita with uncertainty at first.
Then, he notices something that causes his brow to raise, and Wyatt slowly cocks his head to one side.
❝Sorry, you, uh… You look familiar…❞
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“Last time someone said that I ended up with a giant scar on my face.” She wasn’t normally one to scare so easily, but- seems this one appeared out of nowhere.
“Remove any weapons you have and place them where I can see’em.”
❝Sure -- just -- just take it easy.❞
The gun was the only thing Wyatt had to his name, so he tossed it -- gently, non-threateningly -- in front of him, just enough to be out of his reach.
❝That’s all I have.❞
don’t mind me, just a tag fix here, y’all will see me tomorrow k?
[ hey look! i posted a real, actual reply! are y’all proud of me? i’ll be proud of myself when i get active again on kenny. ya know, my main muse?
anyway, thanks for the few replies on my open post. i answered one and i’ll be getting to the others shortly, but i also wanna work on making my blog look a little nicer! for f’s sake i’ve had the same theme for like three or four years. i need to step it up lol. anyway, if anybody wants to hang out with wyatt, just shoot me a message or something in my inbox!! i’m ready to come back with a fiery intensity. hell yeaaaaah ]