Breaking our rules - Desus

CHAPTER I

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Jesus meets 2 interesting strangers

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A week was how long this run was gonna be.
A week had past and nothing interesting had come on Paul's path.

All this time alone with his thoughts got him thinking.
Paul felt all this time alone, since it started. It hadn't been different. He had had some boyfriends at the Hilltop and the Kingdom, but everytime it didn't felt right.

Alex was his fifth, counting 2,5 years in the apocalyspe now.
Again, he felt alone, not really conecting with Alex. Sure, he was a great guy, for a stranger there were lots of reasons to fall in love with him, but Paul just couldn't.

It was way to simple, it sounded way to perfect. No, Paul wanted something he read in books. The passion was what he missed, the long talks about random things, loving each other for the dumbest reasons.

Paul couldn't talk with Alex, he was good in bed, but that was about everything. He wasn't interesting, he didn't had great stories to tell.
Not the spark in his eye that Paul wanted, or the touch that could give him goosebumps.

Sitting against the concrete wall outside of a gass station, the scout decided to give all his hopes up. In his whole life he had felt alone and it was  probably always gonna be that way.
The universe just didn't like him, he noted to himself.

Suddenly there was a sound, it sounded close. A car, how could've he missed that? Way too deep in his thoughts probably.

Quickly standing up, Paul shove his bandana infront of his mouth and nose and peeked around the corner of the building where the sound came from.

The back of a man, the wings on his vest stood out immediately.
The scouts eyes searched for the other. There had to be two of them, two different voices could be heard.

Paul had some time to observe the situation, make a plan, approach these people? Avoid them?
It was hard to estimate. It looked like the two came from a community, the clothes looked fresh.
The two looked dangerous too, a reason to avoid them, but still.

Paul watched paciently as the pair overturned a candy machine with a van attached to a chain, clever.

"Soda and candy .. why the trouble?" One of the voices spoke up.

"Wasn't any trouble." The other, more like a grunt then an actual sentence.

They were distracted, not watching their surroundings. Paul decided to just go for it and give it a try.

A bit shaking, he let out his breath, came out of his hiding spot and ran forward. The easiest trick to steal something from someone was to bumb into the person. That was exactly what the sneaky scout did.

Paul always could swap keys really easy, not that he was trained in it, but he used to do it when he was little, to climb on the roof of his group home and stare at the stars. Something he still loved to do.

Immediately two guns were in the bearded man's face.

"Hi .. " He said as he held up his hands.
For the first time Paul could see the faces of the two man threathing him.
He had to correct himself, the one with the longer hair looked really unwashed and dirty, what was pretty understandable in these times.

"Back up, now!" The not so clean guy with the leather angel wing vest yelled.

"Keep em up!" The other one.

They didn't looked like bad people, they were probably just searching for food and supplies.

"Wow, easy guys." Paul breathed against the bandana. Really quickly his brain managed to make a back up plan. He had to lie, trying to get as much as possible out of these people. Maybe they had a good settlement, where the Hilltop could trade with.
"I was just running from the dead."

"How many?" The obviously harsh redneck snapped and kept Jesus fierce in his gaze.

"10, maybe more. I'm not risking it. When it comes to double digits, I start running." That wasn't a lie. Paul was a great fighter. He learned doing it when he was younger. He really liked doing it as an morning workout and of course it came in handy when the dead attacked.

"Where?" The other, more polite guy backed a little up, so he maybe could have a glimpse of what should be going on back where Paul came running from.

"About half a mile back .. they're headed this way, you probably have about .. eleven minutes." Another lie. But those were strangers, so what did it even matter.

"Okay, thanks for letting us know." The man with a big beard and shorter hair putted his gun away.

Paul sighed relieved, that guy trusted him, now he just had to win over the angry other and then he could dig for answers.

"Yea, there is more of them then us," Paul pushed a little, trying to find out where they came from. "we gotta stick together, right?"

That fiflthy redneck kept his gun in his direction. The scout tilted nonchalantly his head so he would give in.

The doubt was written on his face. But he putted his gun away after all.

"Do you have a camp?" Paul asked as he putted his hands down in relief. Paul actually disliked to fight humans, only when it was really necessary. He didn't understand why you even had to fight each other in these times. It was important to keep the human race going, right?

"Nah." He got as response. Jesus saw the men's straight up lie trough. He wasn't that dumb.

"Do you?" The shorter one asked.

"No," Again a lie, but if they wanted to lie too, then Paul could do nothing. Getting that truck home was the main priority now. "sorry for running into you, I'm gonna go now." Paul turned around on his heels and started to run away on a trot. "This is the next world, I hope it's good for you guys!"

"I'm Rick, this is Daryl, what's your name?" That stopped Paul in his tracks. So they did want something.

Turning around he putted his bandana down. "Paul Rovia, but my friends used to call me Jesus." To put up a show, he spread my arms, like it was something special. "Your pick."

"You say you didn't have a camp." Shit. "Your on your own?"

"Yea but still, best not to try anything." Paul squezed his eyes.

"Best not to make threaths you can't keep either." The Daryl guy said. That made Paul smile a really small smile. What a clapback. The guy was good with sarcasm, what else could he do?

"Exactly." Paul smirked even brighter and turned around and took of running.

"How many walkers-" The Rick man began.

"No not this guy." Daryl huffed.

"How many walkers have you killed?" Rick yelled after Paul, but he was already gone.

"Sorry, gotta run. You should too, I think you got about seven minutes." Jesus disappeard around the corner.

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