Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Living the Life ❯ I Know What You Did Last Winter Break ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Smortz

Disclaimer: This story belongs to Smortz. Characters and plot created by me as well.

“Hey! How are you? Surviving?” Her aunt, Barb, bit out into the phone.

Quinn couldn't stop the laugh, “Yea, surviving, you? I bet you're enjoying this.”

A shot echoed followed by a victorious laugh. “Of course I am! Did you need some help? I have my army RV, could get you?”

“No, we're fine, Ryan and I are at Mikes with some little ones,” she murmured.

“Oh?” Another shot, “I guess that's fine, listen.”

At that word she turned up the volume. “Stay away from the army bases, if you think you need somewhere to go, use the sewers and then we'll pick you up, the army bases have all been over run, I'm at my house but still, no bases. They started at the bases.”

“How? What is it?” Quinn asked as she took another sip from her coffee and left the room, balancing the phone between her head and shoulder.

“It was a testing on gas that penetrated the skin and was supposed to melt their brains or something like that. I told them guns were fine but none of them listened, it got out of hand,” she explained. “It's not the bites like the zombies, it's the blood, if the blood gets in your eyes or mouth, you shoot yourself, skins fine.”

“Good cause I did get some splatter,” she mumbled.

“I've been wearing sunglasses and a bandana over my mouth,” Barb let out before she heard a beeping sound that sounded like a horn.

“Are you leaving your house?” Quinn asked in shock.

“Oh no, my army squad came to me, they brought their family and everything, that's why I thought I'd be seeing you, I can get a chopper you know?”

“If I need one I'll call,” Quinn got out around a laugh.

“We'll be a half hour away from you guys, I want to check on the nuclear plants and make sure they're working there's one buy you,” Barb explained, “if anything happens then I can get you, got it? I mean it.”

Quinn sighed, “I know, I'll keep that in mind.”

“As long as you remember that,” she whispered before she cleared her throat, “Give me a call if anything changes okay?”

“Got it!” Another shot and the line was dead. “Who was that?”

She looked up at Mike, drinking an energy drink at the kitchen table. “My aunt,” Quinn answered, “Is an army colonel, she's in her fortress of a home sniping them from her roof. She said to stay away from the army bases. She can grab us if we get overran, has a helicopter.”

Mike gave a nod and she set her hands on her hips, “Where'd Ryan go?”

“Smoking in the backroom,” he murmured before eyeing her, “your clothes are in my room.”

She blushed at the reminder before nodding. “I'll be right back then, can you actually send Ryan in.”

Mike's smirk had her thinking he had the wrong suspicions. “Not… that!”

Mike's laughter echoed and she rolled her eyes at him as she walked into the bathroom, her Baretta in her hands was now on the counter. Quinn closed the door after she walked into Mike's bedroom, “Stupid men.”

His bedroom was as plain as you could get. His wooden oak flooring laid under the king size, black comforter bed between two nightstands. His walls were a light tope color and she shoved the memories of what happened in the back of her head.

She turned on the shower in his bathroom, taking another drink of her coffee before pushing open his bottom drawer and grabbing her clothes from the bottom.

The door opened and she leaned back to stare at Ryan. He gave her a small smile, it was enough to make her heart flutter though. “I can come back later…” He got out.

“Oh, come on, we used to take baths together, she muttered as she tossed her clothes in a pile below the shower and stepped in, pulling the black curtain between them.

“I got off the phone with Barb, the army bases are done for,” she explained. “I'm afraid of the little ones though. The twins, they're not very talkative, it worries me.”

“Oh? Don't like shy people?” Ryan asked, jumping up on the counter.

“Why do you have a change of clothes here?” He asked.

“They came from my back pack,” Quinn answered, “I was going to try to sneak to your house later.”

“Really?” Ryan asked.

“Yup,” she forced out as she lathered the shampoo through her hair.

It was quiet for a minute before she rinsed the conditioner from her hair. “Was it from the party, last Christmas?” Ryan asked suddenly as she pulled the towel around her.

Quinn went quiet as she tried to think. “Can this wait until I've taken a nap?” She asked.

Ryan groaned, “No it can't wait, Quinn.”

She slid open the curtain, seeing him lying on the bed as she pulled on the denim shorts that were too short for her taste and a black halter top.

She sat on the bed beside him, trying to think of anything that came to her mind. “I-We used to be so close, we were like Velcro,” she whispered in disbelief of how she was acting, how they were acting. “T-Then high school started and you got new friends, I was fine with that you know? You can have all the friends you want.”

Ryan let out a deep breath that let her know he was listening.

“I… I started to hate you,” she forced out, setting her head in her hands, “I hated those friends of yours, and you, because whenever I asked to go somewhere you were always saying `I'm with some friends' or `that shit's gay'. I realized that I was nothing like you, I don't like partying, getting stoned or toilet papering, robbing gas stations. It's never been something I've liked and even though I hated it, I still envied the friends you were with.”

She let some fingers roll through her hair before she chuckled, “I told my dad about it. He said, he said he did everything that you did that I should be more fun. Barb told me to live with her.”

“Your dad would say that,” Ryan grumbled.

“Then you invited me to the Christmas party and… and I forced myself to go there, because I thought maybe you'd see me as a friend again.”

Arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest. She pulled his arms apart and off of her, the warmth too comforting. “Th-Then you and that Jessica took turns calling me childish, t-that children shouldn't drink, or little girls should go home to their daddy's. I think… I think that's when I finally hated you,” Quinn muttered.

“I was an ass wasn't I?” Ryan sighed out, as if he hadn't realized it.

She huffed, “So… So I… spent the winter vacation with Mike.”

It was almost like Ryan didn't breath for a minute before a hand on her upper arm forced her around to stare at him. His nose was only millimeters from hers, “What?!” He asked through gritted teeth.

“I-I didn't see the point, three years of you ignoring and calling me childish Ryan? I know I was stupid and I'm ashamed of what happened, if I'd go back in time I would've never gone to that party in the first place-“

“You let Mike do that to you?” Ryan asked, whispering harshly in disbelief.

“R-“

“How far did you go?” Ryan asked angrily.

She tried to pry his fingers away from her arm. “Let go,” she growled out and he did. “Answer the question.”

“We went all the fucking way okay?” She growled at him. Ryan stood up with a fierce determination look in his eye as he stalked out of the room.

Her eyes widened in realization, grabbing the Baretta she shoved it in her shorts and ran out of the room, just in time to see Ryan tackle Mike out of the kitchen chair and through the backyard window.

“Fuck!” Mike shouted as he landed on his back, grabbing Ryan's shoulders with clad iron fists.

“Back off Ry!” Mike yelled the same time Ryan plunged his fist into his nose. Mike shoved his fist against Ryan's face and the fight broke out.

“Branson! Alex!” She shouted for help as she jumped through the broken window, grabbing Ryan and trying to pry him off.

It did no good. Branson and Alex helped pull him off, finally getting him to lose his balance and have to fall back on his hands. That didn't stop him from charging. “Touch Quinn ever again and I'll feed your fucking balls to you fucking mom!” Quinn grabbed the collar of his shirt. “Go inside!” she shouted.

She turned to look at Mike, holding his bloodied nose. “Should've fucking warned me,” he cursed and she crouched next to him.

“I didn't know he'd do that shit, he broke a fucking window,” she argued.

Mike chuckled, “Yea I think I got glass in my ass.”

Quinn rolled his eyes at him as she helped him up. “Izzie, take Branson go into the garage and grab some of the blue ice packs out of there, grab all of them. Alex take the hand gun and go to the ambulance, get the orange back from the truck.”

The three set off to do what she had ordered.

Ryan sat on the couch, his eye swollen and new fat lip bloodied. He scoffed at her, “Defending him after-”

“You attacked him,” Quinn sighed.

“Shit Ry, what the hell did you even attack me for, it happened last year and it's almost fucking Easter!”

Ryan flew over the couch for him, this time Mike was ready, pulling his fist back to meet Ryan in the stomach as he doubled over, tackling Mike. They easily broke through the kitchen table.

Giving up Quinn took out her gun, raising it towards the backyard and shooting.

The two men froze, both fists raised. “Mike, shut the fuck up. Ryan, get your ass back on the couch,now.”

“Like you're going to kill me,” Ryan grumbled.

“I can injure you though, can't I?” She asked, pointing her gun at his calf.

He retreated to the couch with a string of curses behind him as Alex came in with the orange bag, setting it on the island between the kitchen and living room.

Mike took off his shirt and turned around. The well chiseled and muscular back was exposed to her eye and she had to let out a shaky breath before tracing her fingers over it. The bleeding back had glass protruding from it and she sighed as she dug around the orange bag for the forceps or tweezers and pulled a bowl from the cabinet. “Ryan, if you keep your mouth shut you can come over here, it'd be easier.”

“Don't feel like sitting next to that faggot.”

She cringed at the word, she hated that word, had yelled at Ryan many times for using it. “R-“

“Shut it Quinn!” Ryan shouted, “Fucking him so easily, shit, you'd think you'd charge him for that.”

She barely had time to grab Mike's belt buckle. “Stop it!” She yelled as Branson and Izzie finally made it back inside.

“Izzie, stick some ice on Ryan's eye, and make sure his lips not torn on the inside,” she hissed out.

“Quinn,” Mike broke in angrily, “he might as well have called you a hooker.”

“I know,” she said quietly, “now sit back in your seat.”

Mike gave in as she pulled up a chair and started off with the firs shard of glass plucking it easily at the angle it went in, in the first place. “His lips fine,” Izzie called as she handed him ice with a flirtatious smile.

“Ryan, how's your ribs?” She asked.

“Fine, like he could hurt me,” Ryan gritted out around the ice.

Quinn laughed quietly, causing Mike to give her a look over his shoulder of worry. “Sorry, I was just thinking about something,” she answered.

“Izzie, can you grab the black and blue remote and flip the pvp to input three?” She asked. Izzie nodded, fidgeting with the TV to do as she was told. “You even know his TV, that's an additional twenty dollar bonus.”

Mike made a move but she ushered him back down. “Ignoring kids is the best punishment,” she whispered and Mike sighed.

She could see the silence her and Mike giving Ryan was taking its toll. His sideways glances had her ready to laugh. She sighed as she plucked out the last piece of glass. “You don't need stitches,” she whispered.

“That's good,” Mike muttered as she placed smaller bandages across his back. “P-Put ice on that nose though, I don't think Ryan's punch could break it but, it is pretty bloody.”

Mike chuckled, “I was taken by surprise.”

Quinn laughed before looking at the screen. There was a couple at the gates, not a whole lot just two. “Mike, is there a way to change the camera angle?”

He nodded, “Yea, peak over the fence.”

She shot him a glare that didn't do well. Grabbing the coffee pot she poured herself more before her cell phone rang. Branson tossed it to her as she pulled it to her ear. “Yea?”

“Sup?” Barb asked. “Having trouble yet?”

“No we got two but that's all,” Quinn explained.

“Listen, you remember about me telling you not to go anywhere?” Barb asked sheepishly.

“What happened?” Quinn asked.

“The nuclear plant by you hasn't answered our calls neither has the power plant, I was warning you to find some light, you're going to have a power outage, and I'm picking you up, with your friends of course. I need your help at the plant.”

“I'll call you right back,” Quinn muttered hanging up and turning around with the coffee in her hand. “Listen.”

“The nuclear and power plants are going out, no one's responding. My aunt is going to check them out. She's going to take us to her fortress, it's built in case of World War Three, you're absolutely safe there, no where safer.”

“This is safe,” Ryan grumbled.

She pointed at the broken kitchen window, “Not anymore, and when that power goes out, we won't be able to monitor them outside. It'd be safer to go from there.”

“Where is it?” Izzie asked.

“Four hours east of here, she's an army colonel and highly trained, her whole special tactical squad is with her too,” Quinn explained.

“Drop me off at my parent's work,” Ryan grumbled.

Quinn blinked at him. “W-What?”

“You heard me, drop me off, I don't want to go anywhere with the two of you,” Ryan grumbled.

Quinn forced herself to nod. “The truck keys are still in it then,” she forced around the rock in her throat. “Mike, you three?” She asked.

They all nodded and she heard Ryan scoff.

She took her cell phone into the office, “Barb, we're coming, when will you get us?”

“Five hours, I'm sending you the information of what I want you to do,” she explained and Quinn opened up her email opening the new message she was given.

Series of windows popped up and she sighed clicking on the first one which was a map of the two plants side by side. “You're going in with me and my squad, your friends will be guarded by the chopper but I need you because you're can thinker quicker then all of us, proven by how fast you were able to get out of the school. Also, you're small, that's a keeper in this business, and you have the best aim I've seen in my career, it's my gene's of course.”

Quinn snorted as she pulled up the second window. “There's an off switch to this?” She asked, looking at the pictures.

“It's like a sleep button for a computer, it shuts off but keeps it cool, it lasts two weeks.”

Quinn sighed, “So I'm really just cover fire?”

“I can do that,” she whispered and heard Barb's gleeful cry of victory.

“See you in five hours, and I better find you alive,” she mumbled before the line went dead and she walked out. Ryan was gone and she heard the truck roar with life.

Her feet were already leaving before she told them too, her Baretta out as the gate open unleashing five of them that had Ryan falling backwards. “Stupid!” She whispered as she dragged him back by his collar.

One grabbed her arm and she pointed the gun at him and pulled the trigger half his head exploding before she stood up straight and shot the other four easily, walking over to shut the gate.

“There was only two of them before!” Ryan shouted in his defense.

She looked behind her at him, before she brought her hand back and whipped it against his cheek in anger. “S-Idiot!”

Ryan was shocked as he stared at Quinn, blood splattered her short, neck and cheek. She wiped her lips and eyes. “Y-You can hate me, despise me, do whatever you want but when it comes to times like this, that changed in the last twelve hours, don't be so stupid. If you take one step out there, you're dead! You may have it in you to beat up someone, get stoned, but you don't have it in you to kill someone!”

She pointed to the five bodies that lay behind her, “That proved it!”

She snatched the keys from the ignition and trudged back inside, cupping water from the kitchen sink, splashing it against her face. “We leave in five hours,” she growled out, “I'm taking a nap.”

A/N

Hello. I'm glad I have a couple visits on my story, more than what I expected. I have a couple fanfictions I'm considering posting so you might want to check those out when this story is almost done. I have fourteen chapters as of now of this story and it basically writes itself out.