Just another small bit of writing. I’m putting it here so as not to clutter up the main thread.
This is an alternate love interest with my teen MC. I don’t think it is as sugary as the previous one, but I admit to going for some angst. Once again, no game spoilers, just about fourth months after the aftermath of the zombie outbreak.
Danielle looked through the binoculars, and started to count the shapes making their way to their encampment, growls and cries presaging their arrival.
“There’s nine…no, ten of the infected coming this way,” she said, lowering the binoculars.
“Not the most auspicious way to start the day,” said her companion, Rachel, in a slight British accent.
Danielle gave a slight smile, “No, but at least we can keep them away from the others. So, five for you, and five for me?”
Rachel arched an eyebrow in surprise, “You seem to be rather sure of yourself.”
Danielle chuckled, “Sounds like you don’t believe me. Alright, what do you say to a little contest? See who can drop the most infected?”
Rachel bit her lip, and shook her head, but raised her rifle to take aim. Danielle followed suit, and soon the air was filled with gunfire, and before to long the zombies were down for the last time.
“Unless I miscounted, I believe you only got four infected,” Rachel said.
Danielle shrugged, “You beat me fair and square.”
“I…I saw you hesitate with the last one,” Rachel said quietly.
Danielle nodded, “It…it still doesn’t sit well with me to shoot a kid, even if infected.”
“Hesitation will kill you,” Rachel said, “but you still did pretty good. Certainly better than most of the others.”
“Well, I have my dad to thank for that,” Danielle said, “I think he wanted a boy, but instead got two daughters. Still, he was adamant about was his girls being able to defend themselves. Heh, I think my sister was the only one to get a gun and a conceal-and-carry permit as her graduation gift.”
Rachel gave a slight smile, and pushed a strand of her autumn hair out of her eyes, “I think this is the first I heard about your sister.”
Danielle’s eyese closed, “It…it doesn’t hurt as much to talk about her. It was the first day of the outbreak…she was supposed to go in for a cancer treatment, but…”
Danielle left the rest of the words trail off, took a deep breath, “But we all lost someone, didn’t we?”
Rachel gave a slight nod in agreement. Even with something as mundane as shooting, Danielle couldn’t help but notice how Rachel brought a fluid grace to it. Remembering the slight touch as they left Chipper Ridge, Danielle felt her cheeks redden.
“Uh,” Danielle stammered, “if…if you’re interested, why don’t you come eat with us tonight? I know Logan likes talking with you, and…well, I’m doing better cooking prairie dog.”
Danielle slightly rebelled at the thought of eating meat, but considering her nephew was still a growing boy, she wasn’t going to deny him any protein.
Rachel came to a halt, and shook her head, “I’m going to have to decline.”
“Fair enough,” Danielle replied quietly, “I mean, this is the third time you said ‘no’. I might be a little stubborn, but I can take a hint. If you’re not interested, you’re not interested.”
The two walked in awkward silence for a few more minutes before Danielle asked, “I’ll probably regret asking this, but did I do something wrong? Just not your type?”
“It was nothign of the sort,” Rachel answered, “Do…do you remember the first time we met?”
Danielle’s cheeks reddened as she recalled how she clumsily flirted with Rachel, and then Rachel’s reply surfaced again.
“My age? Is that it?” Danielle asked.
Rachel gave a slight nod of her head, “It…it makes it awkward to say the least.”
Danielle gave a bitter laugh, “If that was the problem…well, my birthday comes by in a few months. I can show you my driver’s license if you don’t believe me.”
Rachel shook her head, “It isn’t just a matter of waiting. There is a divide of years, experiences which separate us.”
Danielle smiled sadly, “And I would say it isn’t as insurmountable as you think. The end of civilization kind of brings on bigger worries.”
Danielle looked toward her residence, and started to step toward it. She cast a final look behind her shoulder, “I won’t bother you with this again, but if you change your mind…well, there will be a place for you at the dinner table.”[/spoiler]