Dead love in my hands (Troy Otto story/ Fear the walking dead/ ftwd)

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I nodded. Well, that was fine with me. It didn't matter where exactly, main so that we can find it place rather.

Otto started the car and we drove on. We searched Robert's settlement. There really was gasoline. And some more ammunition. It was dirty, and the sight of the bodies made me uncomfortable, although I tried not to show it to Troy.

When we finished collecting supplies and gasoline, we set off again. The road was deserted, and with every kilometer behind us, the weather became more overcast. It was pouring rain, thunder rumbled. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't.

We came across some house by the road. We saw it from a distance.

"Should we stop?" asked Troy.

"I was going to suggest that too," I managed to smile.

The closer we got, the more unpleasant the house became. It was black, shabby, and some of the windows were open and wobbling in the wind, creaking back and forth and banging against the frames.

Troy parked under an awning. Suddenly, a walker started banging on my window. I flinched in surprise. Troy started to open the door, but then I grabbed his arm.

"What?" He froze.

"I don't know," I bit my lip in bewilderment, "don't come out."

"Della, I'll take care of him and we'll go inside."

"No, let's stay here until the rain stops and then leave here right away. I don't want to go out in this place. It's kind of..."

"Scary?!" said Troy in a bass voice, and laughing loudly, he pulled me to him by the neck, then kissed the top of my head.

"No, it's just kind of gross in here. And it's cold in the house, I'm sure. A lot of the windows are open. Why get out of the car?"

Dead tapped on my window. Troy jerked to get out again, but I still held his hand.

"I've got a bad feeling about this, Troy. Stay here."

"Come on, Dell!"

"Please, just do it for me."

He shrugged, locked the doors, lowered the chair to a reclining position and leaned back in it, saying with a quiet smile:

"Whatever you say. But don't go in the house without me. I'll get some sleep."

I nodded. Troy closed his eyes and sank into the realm of sleep. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't. After sitting idle for a bit, I pulled out the map. We were closer to California again, we needed to take the left coast. Yeah, it was a long drive. The rain wouldn't stop, it pounded on the awning, I sighed. Troy seemed to be asleep by now. He must have been pretty tired. The dead man kept pounding on window. I pulled out my knife and opened the window. A couple seconds and his head was bashed in, he fell to the ground. I closed the window. After that, I got out of the car.

I didn't feel like going anywhere, I decided to just stand there and get some air. The house still scared me, and I stared into the darkness of the second-floor window. It was just above my eye level. An unpleasant sensation filled my brain. It was a strange feeling. But there was nothing to be afraid of. If there were people here, they would surely have shown up by now. If there were more dead people here, similarly. I stepped a little away from the car. The carport was attached to the house, so I made it to the backyard without a drop on my head. Backyard was empty. Just an overturned swing set and that was it. Not even a tree growing. Bare lawn. I hadn't been there long, the rain was starting to subside. The creaking windows got quieter and quieter. The anxiety inside me was subsiding. When the weather finally cleared, I walked over to the car. Troy was still asleep. Deciding not to wake him while I had the chance, I wanted to check the house for anything of value in the context of the situation. I entered the house from the backyard. The door was open and slightly off its hinges.