Imagine That: Multifandom Part Two

moving on【five】| alicia clark

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I severely underestimated how difficult it would be to make the journey to nowhere. All I had to go off was that Y/S/N was somewhere out west, or at least she had been. She could have been long gone by now, but it was still a better lead than I'd ever had. Staying at the stadium all this time had made me naïve – I'd completely forgotten how much of a toll travelling and running from infected could have on me. I'd had it good for too long and I was definitely paying the price.

What should have been half a day's journey took a whole day, even with the bicycle I'd been using. If there were any signs of her or her gang, I couldn't find any. The only thing I did find was the loading dock where the Chelsea's family had got robbed because I got Chelsea to circle it on a map before I left last night. Even then, there were no leads on where Y/S/N could have gone afterwards.

The sun was setting when I sat on the hood of a deserted car, tired and miserable. I wasn't ready to give up, knowing she had to be somewhere in this area, but I was definitely thinking about the stadium, about everybody there, about Alicia. I hoped she didn't hate me for leaving without saying goodbye, though I wouldn't blame her if she did. Maybe she was right and this was a long shot. I didn't know. But I definitely missed her. More than I thought I would.

Glancing up at the sky, I grew tired at the comforting orange-pink strokes of the sun. I needed to find somewhere to stay for the night before picking up where I left off tomorrow. Pushing myself off the car, I began walking down the empty road whilst pushing my bike, keeping my eyes peeled for somewhere to sleep. I certainly wasn't expecting to hear the sound of a gun cocking behind me.

"Don't move," a voice said, before I could think to do anything. "Hands in the air."

Cursing inwardly at the consequences of my fatigue, I listened to the stranger and raised my hands with defeat. My bike fell to the ground carelessly beside me.

"Grab her stuff," the voice continued, though speaking to someone else.

Hands grabbed at my backpack, harshly tugging it off my arms, along with my knife and gun.

"I'm not here to start anything," I said quickly. "I'm just looking for someone."

"Shut up," the voice commanded. "Turn around slowly. No funny business."

I swallowed nervously, turning around as they asked and coming face to face with two strangers – a man and a woman, both armed with rifles. The one who was holding her gun at me didn't look pleased, as the other was bent down and searching my things.

"Where did you come from?" the woman asked with narrowed eyes.

"Just wandering," I lied as best I could.

"You got a lot of good stuff for someone who's just wandering," the man mumbled as he pulled out my rations to inspect it. "You're lying."

"I'm not," I defended. "I just found–"

"On the ground," the woman shouted, flicking the safety off her rifle. "Now!"

"Okay, okay," I obeyed, head down as I kneeled before her. "Please, I'm not causing any trouble. I just–"

"Tell me where you got your supplies!" the woman ordered. "I won't ask twice!"