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Behind Blue Eyes

Road to Atlanta

"Yes dad" I said while talking on the phone while walking towards my bedroom. "I love you too, be careful and see you soon" I hung up and put the phone on the charger before grabbing my sports bag out of my closet. It has been two days since the media blew up about this virus that was spreading worldwide. My dad was at Fort Benning where he was stationed, he called me two days ago and said to stay inside for the time being. Now the situation was worse and he told me to go to Atlanta, saying there was a refugee camp and it was the safest for me to go there. He also told me he would go that way in a few days. I walked back to my closet and just started to grab clothes and throwing it in my bag. I had no idea what to pack because I had no idea for how long I would be in Atlanta. I made sure I grabbed a bit of everything, something for warmer days and something for the colder nights. I walked downstairs straight to the kitchen with my bag hanging on my shoulder. Grabbing bottles of water and cans of food, I looked inside my fridge and grabbed the few things I had left.
I put the bag on the dining table and thought while staring at my bag. I went back upstairs and entered my bathroom grabbing things like shampoo and stuff and putting it in a small bag. I turned off the lights after taking a few towels and walked down the stairs again. With my bag hanging on my shoulder I went to the living room. I just looked around me, watching every detail of the house I share with my dad. Most people laughed, mostly behind my back, when I told them I still lived with my father because I was 28 years old, but my dad was hardly ever home, being an US Army Ranger. I cherished every moment I have with him simply because I never knew when he is called away again or not coming back home at all. Since I never really knew my mom, she left when I was 6 years old and therefore my father was my everything, I was raised by him and my grandmother. Whenever my father was away she was there to take care of me. I walked towards the family pictures and looked at my favorite one, my 12th birthday with all of us together. It was the first birthday my father was home since my mom left. God, I missed grandma….
Without hesitation I grabbed the picture and softly placed it in my bag, I turned around, grabbed my leather jacket and walked to the front door. My hand was resting on the doorknob while I was thinking about if I had left anything important behind, I dropped the bag and ran up the stairs. How on earth could I forget my phone?! While putting the phone in my front pocket and the charger in the back pocket of my jeans I looked around the room. In the corner of my room I saw my training gear. Questioning myself whether I was going to need it or not, I walked over and grabbed it anyway. I looked to my side and saw my showcase, it had all kinds of movie memorabilia and some beautiful fragile artwork in it. But on the top shelf were my most priced possessions. Two pairs of aluminum Nun chucks and a set of 9 red and black colored kunai, I looked at them thinking about taking them too. I knew how to use both of them, well the training versions, these were for decoration, although the kunai were really sharp. I opened the showcase and put them in their wooden cases and took them with me. My next stop was my father’s room and I opened the drawers of his nightstands and grabbed his two hunting knives. Before I went downstairs again, I was standing in the bathroom ones more. Since I packed all those weapons, still not sure why, but my gut told me they might come in handy. I opened the medical cabinet and grabbed my bottle of prescription painkillers and the medical kit.
As soon I was at the front door again I started putting away the weapons in the bag and covered them with my clothing and towels. I still felt like a crazy person for taking all of that, but I somehow felt safer with them then without them. I walked outside, my keys firmly in my hand and took a look around while walking over the truck my dad and I also shared. My street was filled with slight chaos and panic, people trying to stuff their car as full and fast as possible, kids screaming in misunderstanding and fear. While looking at the overfull cars I started doubting myself for taking only one bag. I opened the car door and threw my bag and jacket on the backseat. Never taking my eyes of off my neighbors and all of the sudden I hear my dad’s voice inside my head. “Take only what you can carry” I whispered softly to myself. I looked away and stepped into the car, throwing my charger next to my bag and my phone next to me on the passengers seat. I took a deep breath while taking one last look in my rearview mirror before starting the truck and driving away full speed.
I drove towards the first gas station I had in mind, it wasn’t the nearest one, but I just figured that everyone was going to the closest one to their homes. This gas station was a bit remote and I just hoped it wasn’t overrun with people yet. To my surprise it wasn’t that crowed as I feared, I still had to wait in line for a pump, but the line wasn’t that long. I just listened to my radio, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music while trying to ignore all the shouting outside. I just waited patiently for my turn and didn’t even look the cranky people around me in the eye. They were all shouting to each other, either to hurry up with pumping gas or about stuff the other forgot to bring with them. It was my turn and just filled my tank with gas while looking around me quickly noticing some people starting to panic. I paid with my ATM card and just parked my car directly next to the shop. I remembered on my way here that I didn’t pack any snacks, in case I didn’t have time to stop driving and opening a can for dinner. I just hoped Earl still had some stuff left, I walked inside the shop after locking my car. It felt a bit risky leaving my car unattended with all these people around me, but I just had to look.
I greeted Earl with a smile and a short wave; he smiled back while busy helping people at the counter. I knew Earl for a couple of years now; I used to work here on the weekends and some nights in the week during my college years. I walked through the aisles and saw that most shelves were empty, as I feared, but I was in luck I found a couple boxes of cereal bars and on my way to the counter I grabbed some candy bars. While waiting in line I had to contain my laughter because of the woman before me. She was yelling at Earl because so many shelves where empty, he did his best to explain it to the woman, but she wouldn’t listen. She threw some cash on the counter and stormed off with a few supplies in her hands. “Hey little red! Long time no see! Off to Atlanta I guess?” I nodded and placed my stuff on the counter. “Yes sir, obeying my daddy’s orders. How about you? Why aren’t you at home packing up your life?” I asked while I reached for my ATM card again. “That’s what I have a wife for” he said laughing. “When she’s done she will be picking me up, and I thought why not help people get to Atlanta in the meantime” he said smiling to me and putting my supplies in a plastic bag. He grabbed my hand and pulled me a bit closer. “Listen darling, be careful out there. There are a lot of crazy people out there waiting for a lonely girl like yourself. Please be safe” I nodded with a smile on my face. “Of course I will! But don’t forget what I’m capable of” I said with a proud grin. “Good luck Earl! And see you in Atlanta I guess!” we smiled at each other for one last time and I left the shop.
The chaos outside was starting to subside as people were leaving in full speed. I heard some cursing and loud bang noises. I looked to my right and saw a man fighting with the fending machine. “Let me help” I said when I reached him; he gave me a confused look. I started smacking the machine on different spots on the side and ended with a soft kick to the front. The last candy bar fell down and the man quickly grabbed it. “Thanks I guess” the man said with his husky voice and his southern accent. “You’re welcome, old machines like this have a habit of jamming from time to time. Plus this one over here loves to keep people hungry” I said with a smile on my face. He chuckled before speaking again. “How come you’re in such a good mood, compared with the rest of the world who are losing their mind in this chaos?” I just shrugged “I guess someone has to light up the mood a bit around here” I said still smiling at him, he was a pretty good looking man. He was about to respond when another low southern voice interrupted him. “Come on lil’ brother, put it back in your pants, we’re leavin’” a man slightly bigger and with more gray hair slapped him on the shoulder while passing us. He suddenly stopped and turned around to look at me. “Well hello there beauty, what’s your name?” I sighed listening to his flirting tone. I looked to the other man “I’m Kayleigh Anne Parker” before anything else could be said, I felt an arm snake around my neck. I looked to my side and was face to face with the older one of the two. “Well I see you met my baby brother Daryl, but more importantly my name is Merle Dixon” Cockiness dripping from his words as he reached for my hand and wanting to kiss it. I pulled my hand and my face turned serious. “I’ll give you 3 seconds to take your arm of me” I said all the friendliness in my voice gone. He just laughed while I counted down, he moved closer, I was at zero and I dropped the plastic bag on the ground. I jammed my elbow to his chin, grabbed his arm turning it with speed behind his back and forcing him on his knees. “I warned you,” I whispered in his ear before pushing him to the ground. I picked my bag up from the ground and looked at Daryl who had an amused grin on his face while looking at his brother on the ground. “See you around Daryl” I said before winking at him and walking back towards my car and getting on the road to Atlanta.

I felt like I was floating, my feet weren't on the ground, but still I could feel I was moving. I wanted to open my eyes so I could see what was going on, but I couldn't. I heard twigs snapping underneath me, I was definitely not alone since the sounds were staying with me. Was someone carrying me? Who? Damn my body felt heavy, my head was pounding and I'm sure all this thinking wasn't doing anything good to my head. I heard voices around me, but I couldn’t figure out what they were saying. This frustrated me a lot! I wanted to say something so badly, or at least move to let them know I was awake. But most of all I wanted to open my eyes and see what was going on around me and where I was. Suddenly I felt no more wind around me and more voices were around me. “Get her out of those dirty clothes” was all I could hear, or at least I thought I heard that. My legs were going underneath me and it felt like someone was putting me down. “Please hold her a little bit longer” was said by a female voice. I felt a chill running over my body, while something wet went across my arms and face. “Looks like she’s not bitten” the same female voice said. “Get her on the bed” a man’s voice this time. Once again I felt like floating before my body touched something soft. Finally, I managed to open my eyes a bit, but everything around me was blurry and I still couldn’t see where I was or whom I was with. I felt something sting my arm and I grunted. What the hell was that, with all the strength that I felt was left in my body I tried pulling my arm away. I almost succeeded, but something heavy and warm was keeping my arm down. What the fuck was going on? My vision started to get clearer a bit and I looked right into someone’s eyes, eyes that looked so familiar. The man looked me straight into my eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. That’s when everything went blurry again and I heard a loud ringing noise in my ears. It hurts so much! It felt like my head was about to explode! I felt my eyes slowly closing again even though I fought the keep them open, my surroundings starting to disappear. “Is she going to be okay?” was the last thing I heard before my mind slipped away again.

Damn this traffic, I knew everyone wanted to go to Atlanta, but I was stuck here for more than 30 minutes now and it frustrated me. I rolled down my window and let the cool breeze in the truck. I turned my radio up a bit and closed my eyes enjoying my music. I softly hummed along with the songs and just forgot about the world right now. I heard someone knock on my car “Knock Knock, anybody home?” I said as I recognized the voice, I opened one eye and looked at a grinning Merle Dixon. “What? Came back for more?” I asked, his grin disappeared on his face and was replaced with an annoyed look for a moment and I closed my eyes again. “Yo Merle! Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while” as soon as I heard that voice my eyes were open again and I saw Merle looking behind him. “Looks like we’re stuck here together darling” he said while turning his attention back to me. By then Daryl was standing next to his brother. I felt a glimpse of joy seeing Daryl again, too bad his scumbag brother was here too. I turned my radio off and looked at the brothers. “So, there’s no way were moving any time soon?” I asked a bit disappointed. “Nope, I just looked up ahead, most people got out of their cars, and there’s rumors that they won’t let any more people in the city” I sighed as I climbed out of my truck. “Great” I murmured while running a hand through my long hair. I leaned back against the car and crossed my arms. Merle came closer to me and had his flirty grin still plastered on his face. “I can think of something to kill some time” I looked at him and chuckled “Do you remember what happened the last time you touched me? Because I’m happy to help you remember” He took a step back, but his grin never disappeared. “Trust me, you will change your mind” he said before turning and walking away. “He can’t take a hint, can he?” I asked while looking at Daryl, he just shrugged. “That’s Merle for ya” we both laughed a bit. I crawled on top of the hood of my truck and looked at Daryl. “You can join me, I promise I won’t knock you on your ass” I said teasingly and he joined me. We talked about simple stuff for a while, even Merle returned and managed to behave a bit. Hours went by and it was getting darker. Out of nowhere there were loud noises. I looked up and saw people going towards the woods. The brothers and I decided to go take a look as well when we saw three helicopters flying over our heads. When we got to the edge, my mouth dropped in shock. They were bombing Atlanta?! People around us starting to panic and were rushing back to their cars. In the chaos and panic I lost the Dixon brothers, but to my surprise I managed to turn my car around, it was still chaos on the road. But I was happy that I was moving, moving away from Atlanta. My phone was stuck against my ear as I tried to reach my dad; I had made up my mind. I was going to Fort Benning and nothing was going to stop me until I knew my dad was all right.

Thank god everything had just been a dream, I thought as I felt a bed underneath me and I was covered with sheets. Slowly reality sunk in, it didn’t feel like my bed though. Both my arms were outside the sheets and in one of them I felt a needle. Oh crap, was I in a hospital? I started to force my eyes open, but it took a couple tries before they opened. I looked around, this was definitely not my room, but it didn’t look like a hospital room either. I looked to the right and saw a chair with all my dirty clothes and my bag was in front of it on the ground next to my combat boots. When I saw the filth on my clothes I realized I had fainted again, but how the hell did I end up here?
Then, I remembered seeing Daryl in the woods, he probably brought me here. Where was he? I took a good look around again and saw that the room was neatly decorated. Like nothing happened to the world, this place was untouched. I looked down and all I could see was my bra, with my free arm I lifted up the sheets a little and saw that I was just in my panties. Well at least I wasn’t naked and they sort of cleaned me, probably looking for bite marks….
“How is she?” I heard a voice say, I looked towards the door that wasn’t completely closed. The voice came from the hallway, but I knew it wasn’t Daryl’s voice. “She will be alright, she was just exhausted and dehydrated that’s all. She will probably be sore for a day or two especially her back. But nothing serious” A clearly older voice answered. “What about her bag?” a woman’s voice spoke up. There was a silence for a couple seconds. “What am I the only one worried about what’s in her bag? What if it’s filled with guns?” the same voice ranted on. I wanted to say something, but noticed my throat was as dry as a desert. I looked to the bed stand and saw a glass of water, I reached out and grabbed it. After I took a sip, I wanted to place the glass back up on the nightstand, but it fell out of my hands and shattered in pieces on the ground.

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Ooh la la!!!!! Pretty steamy smut!

Great story, keep it up!

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8/28/17