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Episode 20: The Vultures (Part 1)

"No. Please. You can’t do this!" I heard DJ scream.

"Shut up!"

I slowly opened my eyes. My vision, blurry. All I could make out was colors and shapes, but I could hear DJ. He was in trouble.

"But..."

"Shut up!"

I heard a thump and low whimpering. I opened my eyes again. This time things were clearer now. I could see DJ laying in the dirt and three masked individuals surrounding him. All in leather jackets. One of them was a hulking man in a skull mask, another in a pig mask, and there was a smaller figure amongst them in a very familiar white cat mask. I was sure the cat one was the one from before. My so-called phantom who stalked us earlier. They aimed a gun right at DJ while the other two new ones stood by armed with rifles.

I called out to them and reached out my hand. "No...DJ. Don't...don't hurt him."

I was surprised they even heard me with how weak my voice sounded. It sounded so foreign to me. I knew something was wrong. Just breathing was pain-inducing. I cringed as an intense pain radiated from deep inside me, but I tried to remain focus on the situation. I got their attention away from my friend and that was a start in my mind. My smaller seemingly feminine phantom lowered her gun and gestured to the other two to standby. She walked over and stopped in front of me.

She stared down at me menacingly. "You're supposed to be dead. Why are you alive?!"

I wasn't quite prepared for the pain I would feel next. She kicked me hard in the side. The first blow made it feel like my body was going to explode, but she continued.

“Die already!” she roared kicking me even harder. She kicked and kicked. Every kick harder and faster with her big boot. I yelled out and squirmed in pain. Grinding of bone could be felt shifting inside me. I nearly blacked out, but she stopped after one last powerful blow. That last one turned me on my side and I curled up, but I remained conscious gasping for air.

She then gestured for one of her big brutes to come over and drag me to where DJ now sat. The skull one came over. As he dragged me I felt indescribable pain and screamed in agony. He let me go and I fell into a heap shaking. DJ hurried to my side looking positivity horrified as the frightening skull mask man watched over us.

"Get the other guy," she spat at her other minion. He nodded and they both walked away out of view. She came back seconds later rolling a cart. The same cart we had been using to carry scrap metal. In fact, all the metal we had gathered was still there. She dumped it out on the ground and thew DJ's crossbow in the cart. She collected the bows and picked up what looked like my ax.

As I watched her, her minion in the pig mask came back dragging a motionless Vince. He dragged him to the side as he whistled merrily to himself. He kneeled down over him and started to reach in his pockets, but as he did Vince suddenly came to life and kicked him.

The man fell backward letting out a yelp and the woman came rushing over to his side. She immediately aimed her gun at Vince.

"Oh for fuck sakes!" she huffed. "Get up and restrain him already."

He grumbled but did as he was told. He sat Vince up and forced him on his knees. He tied his hands up with zip ties. She then kneeled down to Vince's eye level.

"How about you cooperate and spare us the extra bullshit, huh?"

"Fuck off!" he roared. He then spat at her and his saliva hit her mask.

She shook her head. "Good thing for you I'm wearing a mask or I would be very angry about that," she chuckled. "Now, let's see. You're hurt? Is that a bullet wound?"

She touched his abdomen and looked at the bright red blood on her fingers. She rubbed it between them and seemed almost mesmerized by it.

"Did I do this?"

Then without warning, she jabbed those fingers in what I assumed was the wound. Vince's eyes grew wide and he screamed like I never heard him. He squirmed as she laughed maniacally. That same laugh I heard earlier. It brought chills down my spine.

She pulled her fingers away and blood dripped from the wound like a leaky faucet. Vince's fight and vigor clearly gone as he slumped over quivering.

She felt the blood between her fingers again."Not so tough now are we?" She giggled. "You know they can smell this right? I bet they can smell it now just wishing they could have a bite."

She then stood up and pointed to her pig mask henchmen. "Search him and do it quick. We need to get out of here."

He threw Vince on the ground and grind his face into the dirt with his boot.

He gave him a good kick and proceeded to search him. He took several trinkets and a pocket knife. He dragged Vince over to the middle where we sat. He then to my shock cut Vince's hands free.

"Do anything and I'll kill your friends. Understand?" he snarled. He then looked at us. "Same for you."

He walked over to the cart joining the woman. The skull mask man keeping his gun on us the whole time. As he remained on guard, his cohorts study our weapons. Each taking turns playfully posing with them.

"I'll call dibs on the machete," he jested.

She groaned. "No fair!"

"You're can have the crossbow."

"Whatever. Just pull the car around."

They then got serious again. The man hurried off and the woman turned her attention back to us. She took out a handgun and checked it’s bullets. She then threw us the gun to our amazement.

"I consider myself a fair person. There's three bullets in there. One for you each in the event you get bit or worse. Use them wisely."

The rev of an engine could be heard in the distance as she said this and a strange armored vehicle with a shovel pulled up. Vince picked up the gun and checked the chamber. Three bullets as she said were in it.

DJ then suddenly looked frantic looking around. He waved his hand to get the woman’s attention. “Wait! Our friend! The lady who was with us. Where is she?!” he cried.

The woman stopped and looked back at him. Her posture, rigid and cold. She said nothing. She turned back and continued walking towards the vehicle while Vince took aim.

"Wait!" I shouted, but it was too late.

Everything happened in slow motion. A single shot rang out and the woman's head jerked forward. I was fully expecting more gunfire and bullets to fly in our direction, but neither happened. Instead, she turned around and held the side of her head. She ordered her henchmen to go and jumped onto the vehicle. They sped off leaving us sitting there puzzled.

"Wait? For what? I'm sorry I missed!" Vince fumed glaring at me.

"You could have got us killed," I mumbled struggling to breathe. "We might need those bullets."

"I'm not offing myself if that's what you mean."

"No...numbskull."

DJ furrowed his brow. "But why give it to us in the first place?"

Unfortunately, DJ's question would be answered. Suddenly, car alarms rung out around us. Then the sickening sound of walkers could be heard with them. Hands and arms dug their way out of the trash heaps like graves. Twisted bodies hobbled their way toward us from where the car had disappeared.

"I thought you said it wasn't any walkers," DJ yelled as he climbed to his feet.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know? It wasn't at first," Vince said grunting as he rose up gingerly holding onto his stomach.

They both helped me up to my relief and the three us stood back to back at a loss for words or ideas. Would we die here?

"Over here," a voice called out.

We looked over to see a young man waving us down. The three of us looked at each other. It almost seemed like a mirage. He looked be standing in a doorway with a large metal door made into a trash heap. If it wasn't for my comrades seeing it, I'm pretty sure I would think I was hallucinating.

"In the words of the Terminator, come with me if you want to live!" he said in his best Arnold impression.

We looked at each other again. Confusion spread across all of our faces, but we ran towards him and he shut the metal door behind us as we dived in. Just in time too. The walkers were on our tails. They banged and clawed at the doors. It was a relief to get away from them. My body slid to the floor almost instinctively. What little adrenaline I had left depleted, but my eyes scanned the place. I wasn't too sure where we were. It looked like a giant metal room from first glance, but as my eyes adjusted I realized we were in a giant shipping container.

"Are you alright?" the young man asked looking down at me. I looked up into a boyish face with short brown hair and bright green eyes. He looked to be about twenty at most. He wore a hoodie and jeans, but also a mask pushed sideway off his face. A strange white mask with a toothy grin. It almost looked like a dog. My eyes narrowed on it. He smiled nervously. "Is something the matter?"

We heard the click of a gun and I looked up to see Vince aiming the gun we received at the boy. He turned around and put his hands up with a stunned and almost fearful expression on his face.

"Nice mask," Vince said smirking. "Let me see. I used one bullet, so I have two left. Each one for one of your legs maybe or I can just empty the clip in your face."

"I'm trying to help!"

Yeah sure. Just like the other three masked freaks who just helped themselves to our weapons and left us for dead."

"I'm not like them."

"Oh really?"

"I'm serious. I'm not! I want to help!" he cried. He sighed lowering voice. "I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. My name. My real name is Billy. Nice to meet you."

DJ perplexed. "Billy?"

"Yeah. We don't usually share our names."

"We?"

"Yes. My group. We don't go by anything official really. Well, Ace often likes to call us a bunch of vultures and we sometimes jokingly call ourselves that. The Vultures"..., he said. He furrowed his brow and crossed his arms. "It sounds sort of stupid when I say it out loud."

"It sounds ok. Kind of cool."

"Really?"

"Um...excuse me, but can we get to the point?!" Vince huffed still aiming the gun at him. "Why are you helping us?"

"Oh, sorry," Billy said blushing. "So yeah. Well, I was watching. From in here. I saw what was happening and well I wanted to help. I didn't want to stand by anymore. So...um let me help you?"

The three of us stared at him like he was crazy. He smiled nervously again. "So yeah. Um...let's go?"

"Go where?" Martez scoffed. He pointed to the door. “There's still corpses outside and we need to find our friend. She might be still out there. That’s if she’s not...”

"Dead?" DJ said finishing his sentence looking upset.

Billy beamed suddenly. "You guys are talking about Lin?”

Vince gasped. "Woah. Woah. How?"

"Well, my sister had me out on recon after she trapped you guys. Told me to look for survivors. I found Lin buried under some hefty trash, but I dug her out and she was alive. Really alive. I was planning to take you to her actually. I can take you to her if you want.”

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hotsterfield · 7 years

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Something that we’re not - Tom Holland

Word count : 2511

Summery: your’re friends with benefits with Tom, but in an interview he tells the worlds that you’re dating. You get angry and you have a huge fight with him.

A/N: I got over 100 followers? HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?! Seriously. I made this blog for fun, i didn’t expect people to actually follow me. So thank you! I’m a bit overwheled.

Anyway i based this story of Demi’s song of same name. Then i listened to some other songs, and it got a bit more dramatic. I also used like 8 prompts of @psychnsvet prompt list. So i hope you guys enjoy this one!

The annoying noise of the alarm woke you up. “Stay” You mumbled as you snuggled closer to warm body lying next to yours. “You know I have to do an interview today. Otherwise I would’ve stayed in bed all day with you” You knew he was smirking, you didn’t even have to open your eyes.

“Do you have plans for tonight? Because I could really go for a round 2” You whispered as you gently kissed his neck. “I think you mean round 5. Last night was pretty wild” He laughed, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Tom was a great friend, one of the best you had ever had. You were never the relationship kind of girl, and you made that very clear when you started sleeping together. It had started as a drunk mistake, but you were now friends with benefits. A lot of benefits.

“y/n, stop kissing my neck. I have to get up, and you’re making it very hard” He laughed, as he sat up, the warmth from his body leaving your side. As he left the room, you decided to just go back to sleep. You had the day off, so might as well sleep a bit more, before you started catching up on your tv shows.

***

You were walking around the park, getting lost in the music from your headphones. It was a nice day, at least for the U.K. It wasn’t bikini weather, but it was warm enough to be out in a tank top. Your peacefulness came to an end, when your phone started ringing. You pulled your phone out, to see your best friend’s name on the screen. You quickly answered it.

“Why is it I have to hear it on national television that my best friend is in a relationship? Why didn’t you tell me? I knew you guys were friends, but not that you were dating!” She said in a loud voice. What the hell, was she talking about? You were as single as anyone could be.

“What are you talking about. I’m not dating anyone” You were really confused, until you realized what she could be talking about. “Tom Holland? You know the actor? The guy who just gave an interview, in which he said that you were his girlfriend?” You felt yourself getting angrier with every word she said.

“He said what?! That son of a bitch! I swear to god, I will kill him. We are NOT together” You got a few stares from the people around you, but you were way to mad to care. “I gotta go. I apparently need to break up with my not boyfriend” You started walking home, with quick steps. You didn’t even hear the music anymore, all you cared about was talking to that idiot who thought you were dating.

Angrily you opened your bedroom door, only to find the moron on your bed. Naked. You didn’t expect him to already be here. You thought that he was busy for the rest of the day, but apparently not.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” You asked sternly, glaring at him. “I think you know why” He smirked, completely oblivious to your anger. How could he be so stupid?! Did he really think you didn’t know?

“That’s not gonna happen. Ever again!” You yelled, as he finally realized that you were not happy to see him. “You’re mad. Why are you mad?” He asked confused, as he started to put his clothes on again.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe because some idiot told the entire world that I’m his girlfriend?! What the hell man? Why would you do that?!” You knew your neighbours could hear you, but you honestly couldn’t care less.

“Because you are! We’ve been together every single night for the past 3 weeks. I’ve practically been living here!” He defended himself, as he put on his pants. Did he really think that meant you were dating? It was just sex. He never even asked you on date!

“We were just messing around! Please tell me you know that, because I thought I made that very clear from the beginning. We’re just friends, Tom!” He froze, while putting on his shirt. He just stared at you, and you realized he didn’t know.

“We’re not just friends, and you fucking know it! Friends don’t sleep with each other. Friends don’t kiss each other’s neck in the morning. How could you honestly think we’re just friends?” Now he was getting mad too.

“Friends with benefits then! But not dating! How could you just say that? You never asked me? I would’ve said no, but you could at least have asked, before saying it to the whole world! But I guess that my fault! I should’ve known you couldn’t keep your feelings out of it!” He had a hurt expression in his eyes, and normally you would feel bad, but this time you were just so angry.

“I see the way you look at me, when you think I’m not watching. Do you honestly want me to believe, that you don’t feel anything?” He walked closer to you, but you stepped back.

“How do I look at you Tom? I’m attracted to you, physically, not emotionally. And of course, I look at you, when you’re not watching. You’re fucking hot! I only want you sexually, not emotionally!” You tried to explain to him. You didn’t want a relationship, and he knew!

“You know what I think? I think you’re just afraid of being happy! You’re so afraid of getting hurt, so you don’t let yourself fall in love! But you can’t admit that, can you? You can’t admit that he actually hurt you, because that would mean you admitting you actually cared about him” As the words left his lips, you felt them sting. You trusted him. You didn’t tell anyone about your ex. He was the only one who knew how it ended.

“Can’t you see, that I wouldn’t hurt you? I love you! I hate seeing you upset, so I would never hurt you! I’m not like him!” He kept going. The anger was gone, and you were left with the pain his words had left.

“You just did. So please, just leave” You said coldly. It was so hard to hide your shaking voice. He didn’t move, so you tried again. “Thomas, leave. Get out! I don’t want you here” You tried you best to glare at him, but you knew he could see the pain in your eyes.

“No. I’m not leaving until you admit that you feel something. You’re breaking my heart right now. Don’t you get that I love you?” Tears was starting to form in his eyes, and he looked away.

“Frankly, I couldn’t care less. Don’t you understand, that I don’t love you? You’re an asshole, who only cares about his own feelings. How could I love you? You’re just as bad as he was” You knew your words would hurt him worse than he hurt you. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you knew it was the only way to make him leave.

“No. I’m not letting you push me away. You always do this. Every time someone gets too close to you, you just push them out of your life, but guess what? I’m not letting you do that. And I know you’re just saying things to make me go. You think that if your hurt my feelings, I’ll just leave you alone.” He tried to look into your eyes, but this time you looked away. You let out a frustrated scream. Why did you let him in? Why did you tell him all your secrets?

“Then stay! I don’t give a shit. Just stay in here, because I really don’t want to look at you right now” You turned around, and slammed the door shut. You went to the kitchen, and just stood there for a moment. He wasn’t right, he couldn’t be. You didn’t push people away, did you? Without thinking, you reached for the more than half empty bottle of pink rum. Usually you would drink it with something, but right now you almost enjoyed the burning feeling of the alcohol.

You kept taking sips of the bottle, as you walked to the couch. You turned on the TV, hoping to just forget it all. An episode of How I Met your Mother was playing, and you smiled for yourself. You were happily forgetting it all, until the commercials came. First was the trailer for the new Spider-Man movie. Than a clip from his interview this morning. Frustrated, you took another swing at the bottle, only to empty it. Nothing was going your way right now.

It was all getting to much, and you felt so powerless. In frustration, you threw the empty bottle at the ground, causing it to break in a million pieces, leaving cuts on your bare feet. You let out another scream as the pain hit you. What on earth were you thinking? How could you not realize this would happen?

“Y/n?! Why did you scream like tha… Oh god” Tom came rushing out of the door, looking at you worriedly. You looked down, and felt a bit nauseous. Your blood was slowly mixing with the pieces of glass, and it looked much worse than It felt. You fell down into the couch. There was really not much else you could do without making the cuts worse.

You watched as Tom left, and for a moment you thought he actually left for good, but he game back and started cleaning your mess without saying a word. He cleaned the glass away, and started to wash away the blood on the floor. When you tried to move, he glared up at you, and you just kept still. You watched him carefully as he got your first aid kit, from the kitchen.

As he sat down, and started peeling glass out of your feet you couldn’t stand the silence anymore. The alcohol was hitting you hard, almost numbing your body.

“Why are you helping me? I don’t deserve it. I was so awful to you, and you’re still just so.. Why are you so nice?” The alcohol had taken away your filter, and you knew that you was just saying whatever was on your mind.

“I told you. I love you. I have for a while now, I don’t think it’s going away soon. I can’t just leave you bleeding” Even in your drunken state, you could still hear how cold his voice sounded. He was angry, and you knew he had every right to be.

“But why? What’s to love? Why can’t you just spare me the pain of getting my hopes up, only to have you leave as soon as you get to know me? Because there’s nothing to love, so people always leave” Your drunk self knew very well that you had feelings for the boy, but he was right. You were afraid. You had gotten hurt a few too many times, so you promised yourself never to fall in love again. You had yourself fooled, thinking you weren’t in love. He didn’t answer. He just kept his focus on the glass.

“I’m not pretty. I’m not smart enough. I don’t know how to act in big groups of people. I need to have control of everything. I got some fucked up habits. I’m really bad at handling my feelings, so I just pretend they’re not there. I care way too much about what others think. I don’t know how to ask for help about anything. As soon as there’s pressure on me, I panic and run away” The words just kept coming. The tears started to fall down your cheeks, as Tom carefully put bandages on your feet.

“You’re just so perfect! You should love someone else. Someone who’s actually good enough for you. Pretty enough, smart enough. Because I’m not. I’m not good enough, not for you, not for anyone” He finally looked up at you, and you expecting him to just leave. You wanted him to leave. If he left, you couldn’t tell him how you really felt.

“Darling, would you stop? You the most beautiful, intelligent, confident, independent woman I’ve ever met. You are such a loving person. I love how you don’t have a filter, when it comes to positivity. Last party we went to, I was looking for you for 2 hours, only to find you in the girl’s bathroom complementing every single girl. Before I met you, I saw you comforting a child in the park. You made a lost little boy smile, and then you helped him find his mum.

You see beauty in everything. Remember that time, when some woman told you off for staring at her, and you just apologized and told her you just admired her tattoos? I love seeing you get lost, admiring something ordinary. I love how you can’t eat your m&m’s, before sorting them in colour.” He finally stopped talking, and you were left completely speechless. You didn’t know that he noticed all the little things you do. You didn’t know, that he was always looking at you, when you got lost in another world.

“I know you won’t remember this in the morning so it doesn’t really matter what I say” He said with low voice. “I. Tom, I” You couldn’t find the words. Your drunk self, wanted to confess your feelings, but you also knew you would regret it.

“I know. You don’t feel the same. It fine, really. I’m going to stick around anyway, and properly get myself hurt a lot of times, before I stop caring about you” He sighed, and it was almost breaking you heart. Did he really care that much about you? Was he really willing to let you hurt him over and over?

“But I do! I do! I just. I’m afraid of screwing up. I’m scared that I’m not ready. You were right. I am scared, so I’ve been denying it, acting like it wasn’t there, but it is! And I’m so mad at you, for not making me forget it! And you’re just too fucking sweet! How was I supposed to not fall in love with you?” There was a silence after the words left your lips. You come to hard realization, that he was completely sober. You just confessed your feelings to a sober Tom, and you most likely wouldn’t be able to remember this tomorrow. He stood up, and carefully lifted you up and carried you the bed. He kept standing there, just looking at you.

“Tom, please say something” You begged, feeling uncomfortable under his stare. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect that. I really didn’t expect that. I was afraid that you might hate me, so I’m a little overwhelmed with now. I. I just ehm” He kept rambling on, and you couldn’t help but smile

“Just shut up and kiss me”

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