[p]uppy dog eyes with a hint of insanity / private for juby and i

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    Did they really have to choose the bumpiest route? Ophelia thought as she tried to steady herself in the back of the truck. Grumbling as they hit yet another, she relaxed her legs and just let them bounce along with the vehicle. [b]"Aw, cheer up, buttercup! A lil' bump never hurt nobody!"




    The twenty-four year old raised her gaze to Chuck, rolling her eyes. "C'mon, darlin'! Don't let a few bumps in the road bring ya down!" His thick southern drawl made her chuckle. He smiled. "There ya go!" Ophelia shook her head, looking at the thirty-seven year old that had traveled to Washington all the way from Texas.




    "I'm surprised that the boss let you come out on the run, old man," she said with a small laugh, which quickly ended as they hit yet another bump. When are we gonna get back on the highway? she thought to herself before she returned her attention to what she was saying. "You ain't far behind, lil' lady," he said, amusement obvious in his tone as he pointed at her.




    "Yeah, yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night."




    The blonde leaned her head against the cool back glass of the red truck and closed her eyes, enjoying what would probably be the only patch of smooth road they'd drive on for the rest of the trip. Before Ophelia could relax anymore than what she was trying to, the driver hit the brakes and the spare tire in the back slid and hit Chuck hard in his leg, all while he was trying to keep himself sitting straight.




    "Watch it, will ya?!" He yelled in frustration. Ophelia quickly stood and looked over the cab of the vehicle, noticing the woman in the road. Looks like we got ourselves another, boys, she thought as she hit the top of the cab, signalling for the driver to stay put as she climbed out of the back of the truck, her brown combat boots sending up a small cloud of dirt as she landed.
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    Perhaps literally destroying a group out of vengeance hadn't been the wisest of ideas for her. Valerie was not joking when she said that people would pay if they bothered messing with her. What she had done was not just to prove a point, but was necessary, in her opinion. Maybe a bit too extreme, however. Well, then again, it had been kind of fun to bust the last car the group had and set their camp ablaze, more so since she hated them. What was not fun was that now she was probably going to be hunted down by any survivors of the group and killed for her actions, and Valerie would silently admit that yeah, she did deserve it. But did she really care? Not really. Nowadays, as selfish as it might've seemed, she really didn't have time to give a damn about anyone else, or at least, not anyone who didn't actually mean anything to her. Maybe if the world was back to how it used to be, then yeah, she probably actually would care a little more, but things were different now.




    One of her thoughts soon began to resurface. She busted the last car the group had. Whoever was in that vehicle now, it couldn't possibly be them. Valerie hoped not, otherwise she knew she'd be a goner. The chances of it were unlikely though, so she came to an eventual stop on the side of the road. She wasn't sure what to expect when the red truck, too, came to a stop, only for someone in the back climbed out. More specifically, a woman with long blonde locks. Valerie stayed entirely silent, and it was only until her boots hit the ground and the small cloud of dust rose into the air that Valerie raised her pistol and pointed it at the blonde. She took a quick glance over to the front of the car before returning her gaze back over to the person a few yards ahead. "Who the hell are you people?" she asked. Her eyes began to narrow into a slight glare once more.




    And here she was again with her unnecessary hostility. You could say that she was never really the most friendliest person, and in her defense, she did feel as though it was normal for her to have suspicions. "Don't try anything, or I will shoot you," she spoke in an unwavering tone. Valeria hadn't forgotten at all that she had no bullets left. She just needed to say something that made her seem the least bit more intimidating compared to the others.




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    Ophelia watched silently as the woman raised her gun, aiming right at her. She listened intently as she spoke. Her voice was smooth and her hands weren't shaking. Instead, they were steady. She's must have done this before. Probably killed, too, she thought. The blonde took a couple of steps forward, reaching the front of the red Dodge before she was warned. Ophelia didn't bother raising her hands above her head. The only weapon she had on her was her hunting knife, and while her aim was immaculate, she was certain she couldn't throw it at the woman, who was yards away from her, and make a clean cut.




    The young blonde stuffed her hands in the pockets of her denim jacket and looked the woman over. She had cuts and bruises from what Ophelia could see, and there were probably more underneath the bomber jacket she wore. Tilting her head to the side in thought, she wondered if she was injured. If she is, then you can take her out easily, she thought. Then the rational side of her picked up. She has a gun. What the hell are you gonna do? Dodge bullets like you're the new Catwoman? Ophelia sighed. [b]"Look, lady. We're from a prison a few miles west and we're just on a supply run. Put down your gun."




    Ophelia didn't even have to look at Chuck to know that his expression was one of confusion. Ophelia Black negotiating? Those words don't belong together. For her, it was shoot first and ask questions later. "You probably don't realize it, but my friend in the back of the truck has a high powered rifle aimed at the center of your chest." It was true. She could see the red laser lazily moving from side to side on the woman's torso. There was no doubt that Chuck was ready to pull the trigger. Ever since Ophelia met him while she was doing time in prison, he'd always been ready, no matter the situation. "Always stay a step ahead, darlin'. Never know when you're gonna get hit," he'd say.




    The ex-convict ran her fingers through her hair before pointing toward the back of the truck with her thumb. "Alright, so I'm gonna get in the back of the truck and leave and you're gonna run off into the woods to find Bambi and we'll just call this a truce," Ophelia said. A sarcastic smile spread on her lips and she turned on the heel of her boot, heading toward the bed of the vehicle. The driver turned the key as Ophelia began to climb back inside, but that was when the Dodge decided to break down and stay put. You've got to be kidding me.
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    "I'm not trying to cause trouble," for once in my life, she silently added, "but I'm not dropping the gun." Nor would she reconsider doing it unless they were to lower their weapons too, which honestly seemed kind of unlikely. The blonde's offer did seem to quickly shut Valerie up, however.




    Just running off as though they had never even seen each other? That sounded perfectly fine to her. Before she could even say anything, Valerie could see the blonde already starting to climb back on to the back of the truck, which really worked for her. She wanted nothing more, nothing less than to just leave. She was just about to turn around and start heading to the treeline when she heard the noise of the car's engine, only for it to be quickly cut off. One of her brows began to draw up. Wow, these people's luck must've been terrible if their truck decided to break down at such a convenient time. Before she spoke, Valerie made a soft yet still audible humming noise.




    "I'll go find Bambi then," she mocked. With the quick turn of her heels, she was facing away from them. Before Valerie did start heading to the forest, she walked a few steps off, towards the back of the truck, which caused her to near closer to the blonde. Now she was no longer in this supposed friend's line of sight, thus he couldn't try shooting her unless he stepped outside himself. With that, she finally began to lower the pistol.




    With each step she took back, Valerie got closer to the blonde until she was close enough from the Dodge that she was able to take a good glimpse at her. "You have fun fixing this," she said, and turned around once again to face away from the truck. She started heading towards the edge of the creeping forest a small distance away from the roads. "Hope you don't kill the engine, cut the wrong circuit, blow yourself up... the usual," Valerie added sardonically with the small shrug of her shoulders. Of course she wouldn't be mentioning the fact that she probably did know how to fix the truck of theirs. It was their car, their problem. Unless...




    She came to a sudden stop, only to quickly spin around and immediately lock her gaze with the blonde. "Hey, how about we make a deal? I can fix your truck if you give me the rifle in return," Valerie offered with a small nod of her head. Her pistol was out of ammo, and knives weren't always the best weapons. Valerie needed something she could use from afar, too. "I'd probably need to search for the parts I need after I take a look at your car, but I can go look for them alone. Or, if you don't trust me not to just run away and leave you out here forever, one of you could come with me," she said. "And you said your base is a few miles away? It's going to take a while to get back there on foot. Plus, a car is more convenient in general. So, what do you say?"
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    Ophelia flattened her palm against the metal of the truck, exhaling slowly in frustration before she turned back around to face the brunette, who was closer than before. From this angle, Chuck couldn't make a shot. She was left vulnerable, but that didn't worry her. She was extremely good at hand-to-hand, if it came to it, which she had a feeling that it wouldn't. Instead, the blonde leaned back against the truck and crossed her arms, listening to the woman's proposal. She had to admit, it was tempting.




    Opening her mouth to speak, she was cut off before she could begin by Chuck. [b]"One of our rifles for a lil' fixin' on the old goat? Don't know, honey. You might have to do a lil' better than that." Ophelia turned around and sent a glare his way and rolled her eyes when he sent one back. Giving herself away to the fact that she was considering taking the offer, the blonde turned her attention back to the woman.




    "I'm assuming you know what you're doing, and by the looks of it, we could really use a mechanic," Ophelia cut herself off, shuffling a bit as she pursed her lips and looked the woman over before allowing her next words to be spoken. "Instead of taking one of our rifles and heading out on your own, why don't you join us instead? The group could really use a mechanic considering most of them had guys to do all of their dirty work for them. You can get a rifle when we get back to camp." She bit her lip, hesitating slightly. The boss wasn't going to be happy with her just throwing around offers to join.




    "This depends on how well you do your job, though. I can't guarantee that I'll take you back to the camp. If I decide that you're not worth it, I'll hand you a rifle and we can go our separate ways."
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    Valerie began to take a few steps back over to the red Dodge, first slowly beginning to shift her gaze over to the man who spoke out. "You sure? I think it's a good opportunity. Judging by what you said, you seem to have more guns on you anyway, but a car working this well? It's kind of rare to find those, and better yet, it's not everyday you stumble across someone who actually knows how to fix them. Hell, if I end up not being able to fix it, I'll just take my leave without expecting anything in return," she said. She then glanced back over to Ophelia. "Alright, as long as I get a rifle, I'm good." The guy in the back didn't seem very keen on the idea, but his friend was the one to agree with it, and someone was more than no one. Valerie already began moving to the front of the car, stopping when she was in front of it. "It'd be great if you could get out," she said while looking through the front window.




    She then placed her hands down on top of the hood of the car, leaning against it just slightly. "I just need an okay from you before I do anything," she said, though her next words did quite contradict what Valerie uttered before. "Oh, and before you do get out- to the person sitting in the front- find and press the hood release. If it's not visibly near the seat, it might be in the glove compartment." God, Valerie hoped these people knew what she was talking about, since it was easily the simplest of what she was doing. Otherwise, they truly were a lost cause when it came to fixing their car.
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    Chuck grumbled as Ophelia followed the stranger to the front of the Dodge, standing up to look at them over the cab. Ophelia hit the driver's window gently, just enough to get his attention. The young black man inside turned his attention away from the map in his lap and toward her. [b]"Do what she says if it has anything to do with fixing the truck, got it?"     He nodded. Gosh, what's his name? Jeremy? Jerome? There it is.




    The boss had put this team together this time around instead of allowing Ophelia to choose her own, and he'd stuck her with someone new. Why he did it, she don't know, but he did and it pissed her off severely. The people she always did runs with knew how she worked; how she operated. With the new kid, she was going to have to establish all of it all over again. Thankfully, Chuck was still here. At least he knew what to do and how to do it.




    After a minute or two of searching for the hood release, Jerome found it and within seconds, the hood of the red truck was popping open underneath Valerie's hands. Jerome got out, taking the map with him as he mumbled to Ophelia about finding easier routes, and then headed to the back of the truck to climb inside the bed.




    Ophelia walked to the front of the truck, standing a few feet away from Valerie. "I'm Ophelia, by the way. I think it would help if you knew the name of the woman you're going to search for parts with," the young blonde said. She stuffed her hands back in the pockets of her denim jacket and praised herself for putting on her plaid one underneath because it was freezing. With a hatred for being cold, Ophelia's mood dropped from bad and into the negatives, specifically around screw this, I don't want to be here anymore. Let's just leave it and go, but she knew that the faster they got the truck fixed, the faster she could switch spots with Jerome and be near a heater.




    Bringing herself out of her thoughts, Ophelia returned her attention to Valerie. "Alright, so what's wrong with it?"




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-right: 2px solid #EDC9AF; width: 305px; height: 211px; overflow: hidden; padding: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 305px; height: 211px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 305px; min-height: 211px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 7pt; color: #464545; letter-spacing: 0.4px; line-height: 9px;] As soon as she felt the hood of the car lift against the pads of her fingers, she slid her hand off of the car and took a small step back. One of Valerie's hands first trailed to her shoulders, where she grasped and lifted the strap of the small backpack she had. Once taking hold of it, she messily dropped it onto the floor, along with her pistol, which fell closely next to it. She'd have to keep a watchful eye on them, in case these people bothered trying to steal her stuff while she was working. Even if Valerie was helping them, that didn't mean that she trusted them.




    She took a step back to the hood of the car, moving her fingers so they were underneath the popped hood, and with enough force, she pulled it up. Now, identifying what actually happened was the difficult part, which would be tedious for several different reasons. First one was that she still didn't know if the actual car battery was dead or not, the second thing was that she probably could risk accidentally electrocuting herself since she didn't have any of the correct equipment at all, and the third was more of just a personal problem. Trucks in general were large, and compared to her average height, it would be difficult to reach the parts.




    With a sigh, she stuck her fingers into the car, making sure to be very cautious when her fingers were around any of the wiring or batteries. Valerie had barely noticed when Ophelia started walking towards her until she heard her voice a few feet away. Though Valerie had heard her perfectly fine, she hadn't responded at first, since she was trying to maintain her focus on her current task. None of the wiring or the bolts seemed to be loose nor any of the other parts underneath the hood, which was good because those were a difficult fix anyway.




    It took a few minutes before she pulled her fingers away from the hood, and when she did, her fingertips had a thin layer of grease. The corners of her lips twitched into a slight frown. Well, that's what she got for not wearing the gloves that she didn't have. She glanced back at Ophelia as she took a few steps away from the front of the Dodge. "Valerie," she simply, finally answered. "Close the hood," Valerie ordered as she walked to the door of the driver seat. She would've gotten it herself, but she had limited time, and as before, it would've taken a few moments to get it closed considering her height.




    Valerie slid into the car and sat down on the seat. There, her hands started rummaging through different areas in the car. If the problem didn't seem to be caused by whatever was in the hood, then it probably had to do with something here, right? This time, it took her a little less time but still over a minute for her to be out of the truck, where she immediately turned to look at Ophelia.




    "Your ignition key is fucked. The car key was jammed in there. I managed to get it out, but I'll have to replace the part itself. I should be able to fix it, but it may take a little while. What I need is a tiny bit specific, too, so searching for what I need may take a little while as well," Valerie informed. She then let out another one of her soft sighs. "So, what I'll need to do is get an ignition key from another car. We're not too far away from the highway, and if I remember correctly, there were a whole bunch of broken cars blocking up one of the roads. I just need the part, it doesn't matter if the cars there work or not."




    Her fingers toyed with something in her hand before she lifted the object up. It was the truck's key. "Oh, and I'll need to take this with me."




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    Ophelia pulled her hands free from the deep pockets of her jacket and walked up to the truck, reaching up and get a firm grip on the hood before she pulled it down and closed it. She looked up at Chuck, who was still looking at her from over the cab, and shrugged when he mouthed [b]"what's she doin'?" to her. Sighing softly, Ophelia walked around and leaned against the open door, watching what Valerie was doing with a little curiosity.




    Watching the shorter brunette wiggle the key, which refused to budge, Ophelia furrowed her brows, wondering why she was trying to get the key out. The way she saw it, having it stuck in there was good because the guys back at camp had already lost two sets of keys to vehicles that were way better than this one.




    Stepping back when Valerie got out of the truck with the key dangling from her fingers, Ophelia listened to what she had to say. She quickly came up with a plan in her head, turning to look at Jerome. "What's the fastest route to the highway?" she asked. Jerome quickly found their location and calculated the different distances within the minute. It made her wonder what a young, intelligent guy like him did to earn a ticket to prison.




    "Your quickest route would be to head west for about five miles. It should take about an hour and 40 minute walk, give or take you don't run into some trouble." Ophelia nodded and then turned to Chuck. "Don't kill anyone while I'm gone," she said with a small amount of amusement. He chuckled. "Aye, aye, Cap'n."




    The blonde woman then walked to the cab of the truck. Reaching in, she pulled out a small, brown leather backpack and pulled it onto her back. She grabbed her pistol and tucked it into the waist band of her jeans before turning to Valerie. "I have a some supplies in my backpack, so we should be good." With a soft sigh, Ophelia tucked her hands back into her pockets. "You ready?"
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    And just like that, she quickly turned and already began walking down the bumpy, rough roads. She didn't glance back to make sure that the blonde was following behind her. Even if she hadn't looked, Ophelia still should've been anyway. She kept a normal, steady pace as she walked along the roads. On any other occasion, she probably would've gone a little bit faster, but she couldn't tire herself out if the place they needed to head to was five miles away. Added to that, there was always a chance that there would be something along the way to slow them down, whether it be herds of walkers, other people, or something wrong with the roads and land itself.




    For the most part as she walked, Valerie stayed quiet with just her thoughts to keep her company, but after a few minutes of just lingering silence, the brunette did eventually take a glance back at Ophelia. "So how big is your group, anyway?" she suddenly asked. That had nothing to do with the task they were currently trying to accomplish, but Valerie had been a little bit curious about that for a while. In the past, when she did stick to groups for a while, it would always be one of the smaller ones. For her, she oddly had an easier time cooperating with the lesser groups. Whatever these people were a part of, Valerie thought it was a bit more large, though that might've just been her assuming things. If she did remember correctly though, Valerie did think the blonde mentioned their base being a prison, and it was unlikely that just a few people would be able to hold something like that up.

    "And if your base is just a few miles away, I'm going to assume that you know this area, right?" Valerie asked. She knew the place herself, since there were a few times she had to go down these roads, so she was perfectly aware of what she was doing. It was just a matter of whether Ophelia did.




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    Ophelia turned and gave Chuck a look that said here goes nothing before she turned back around and followed Valerie. She could hear his loud laugh behind her and shook her head with amusement before she caught up with the brunette. The silence between them was awkward, but she enjoyed it. Having been in prison for three years before the world went to shit, she never got any quiet time. Not even when she was in solitary. So she took the few minutes she had of quiet and sighed contentedly. The blonde allowed her gaze to drift from the trees to Valerie, and right on time because that was when she spoke.




    Running her fingers through her hair, Ophelia responded. [b]"Pretty big. Most of the people used to be prisoners there, including me. The prison is three floors, but the top was overrun. We locked it down before any of the infected escaped. So, the two floors that we do use are pretty occupied, but we have a few cells to spare." She gave out a soft sigh as she recalled when the infection reached the prison. She hadn't lost anyone she cared about, but she could remember being worried out of her mind because Chuck's cell was on the top floor. Luckily, he made it out right before the other prisoners closed the door and latched it.




    Nodding, Ophelia spoke once again. "Yeah, I know the area. We come through here on most of our supply runs. We've searched through parts of the woods, so I know it pretty good, too." She pulled her jacket tighter around herself as a small breeze passed through. "What about you?" she asked, looking over at Valerie. "Do you know this place?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-right: 2px solid #EDC9AF; width: 305px; height: 211px; overflow: hidden; padding: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 305px; height: 211px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 305px; min-height: 211px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 7pt; color: #464545; letter-spacing: 0.4px; line-height: 9px;] Oh, great. So these people were actual prisoners? And a lot of them too, apparently. Honestly, Valerie wasn't even sure if she found that more interesting or worrying. Maybe a bit of both? Well, not all prisoners were necessarily bad, but there weren't there a few crazy ones here and there? Or was that another unrealistic cliche? Really though, she probably wasn't one to talk. Even if she hadn't ever been thrown in a prison, Valerie wasn't really the best person herself. Literally, she had just set a camp on fire a while ago, hadn't she. The past was in the past, anyway.




    As Ophelia continued talking about the prison, one of the brunette's eyebrows began to draw up in curiosity, and she listened intently. She wondered what it must've been like to be locked up and then be set free because of an apocalypse, of all things. Valerie remembered that she wasn't having the highest time of her life before the apocalypse, but she'd rather go back to the past than be stuck in whatever the hell the world was now.




    It was the blonde's questions that broke Valerie from her thoughts, and she quickly nodded before glancing away from her and down the road. "Yeah, I know around this place. I've been around here before, I was just wondering in case I need to explain where we're heading and stuff," Valerie said. She didn't know the forest as well. Maybe certain areas of it where she had hidden before, but that was still only a small portion of it. She too felt the small breeze that went through the air, and although it didn't bother Valerie all too much, she lifted up a hand to tuck a stray lock of her brown hair behind her ear that had shifted earlier with the wind.




    After, she slid her hand into her pocket, and took a small glance at Ophelia before letting out a soft huff. "Well, I guess that answers what you were doing before all of this, then." She wasn't sure whether her next question was the wisest one to ask, but she didn't stop herself from saying it. Valerie was always an audacious person, after all. "So, what did you do to get locked up in a prison?" she asked a bit bluntly. That was what she was most curious in finding out as soon as Ophelia mentioned most of the people in the group being prisoners. There might've been a few who got defensive at the question, but maybe Ophelia wouldn't be.
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    Ophelia raised a brow at Valerie's question. [b]"Three counts of homicide and one of armed robbery,"     she admitted without hesitation. She didn't bother looking at Valerie as she spoke, just kept her eyes on the road. She'd seen a lot of reactions when she told people how she got locked up, and was almost certain the Valerie's wouldn't be any different. "The FBI considered me a threat to the United States and caught me within the year, gave me life in prison, which I was really surprised about. I kind of expected the death penalty but nope. I got life in prison with required sessions with a psychiatrist four times a week," she explained.




    While she was considered a serial killer, Ophelia knew that she wasn't as psychotic as Ted Bundy or Jeffrey Dahmer, but that didn't stop the FBI from sticking her on their Most Wanted list. She'd spent months after committing the murders in hiding. She'd bought twelve fake IDs. Twelve. She had ended up on a plane to Cancún within the month after the crimes and had left behind everything. The FBI caught her trail through the man she'd bought the IDs from. So much for trusting people, she thought. While she was in Cancún celebrating her escape, the FBI was sending in a team for her arrest, and it worked.




    Her case flew by the courts and she was sentenced life in prison. Unfortunately for the government, their plan for that didn't necessarily work out considering that she was walking down a road three years later with a mechanic who was helping her fix her truck.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-right: 2px solid #EDC9AF; width: 305px; height: 211px; overflow: hidden; padding: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 20px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 305px; height: 211px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 22px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 305px; min-height: 211px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 7pt; color: #464545; letter-spacing: 0.4px; line-height: 9px;] "So, I'm walking down a road with a former serial killer. Sounds exciting," she said in a dry tone. Truth be told, Valerie was expecting a bit less from her. Ophelia at first glance didn't really seem to be the type to be a murderer. In fact, none of the people in the truck really seemed to be the type to be criminals from the few moments that she did speak to them. Probably just bad stereotyping, Valerie thought. "So what did you do? Did you kill people for a reason, or was it just for the hell of it?" Valerie asked. So far Ophelia hadn't done anything directly to her that would make her feel afraid, so right now she felt normal. A bit too normal. Nowadays, people killing each other wasn't that farfetched. You had to do what was necessary for survival, but when things weren't as harsh as they were now... That was an entirely different story.




    Valerie made a soft 'hmm' noise before continuing. "I guess you're lucky then. The outbreak at least gave you some sort of freedom instead of having to rot in a cell all day," she said, also bluntly. She never would've thought that one day she would tell someone they were lucky that the infected were here. There were a lot of things she hadn't expected saying today that she said, though. Prison obviously didn't seem like the most thrilling thing, no matter how exaggerated they seemed on TVs. "And those guys with you? What did they do?" Valerie asked with the slight tilt of her head.




    //gah, sorry for shortness, my next one will probably be longer but i'm doing something at the moment
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    Ophelia looked over at Valerie with amusement written in her eyes. "It's the most exciting thing you'll ever do," she said playfully. She felt a shiver trace her spine as another breeze blew, softer than the previous one. There was another short silence between them as they walked. While Valerie asked another question, she lazily blew a small lock of hair out of her face. "Well, the first one was for a reason. I guess after that, I snapped and went kind of crazy for a while, which ultimately led me to kill the other two for the fun of it."


    The blonde cleared her throat and looked up at the grey sky before looking at Valerie. With a small laugh, she nodded. "Yeah. Who would've thought that I'd be grateful for an apocalypse?" she asked, a bit of shock and amusement mixed together. "The human race is on the brink of extinction and here I am, grateful for it." Her voice was low and raw, evident emotion behind it. She didn't like the fact that an apocalypse was what it took to get her out of prison. Nor did she like that she was grateful for it, but she got her freedom back, and that was enough to bury her feelings about what happened to the world.


    Valerie's smooth voice brought her out of her thoughts and she let a small smile grace her lips at the woman mentioning Chuck and Jerome. "I have no idea what Jerome did. I just met him today. Chuck, on the other hand, was [i]also on the FBI's Most Wanted list. He was a hitman, and damn good at it, too. He's ex-marine, and no one was accepting job applications when he got back home, so he just hired himself, basically," she said. She looked over to Valerie once again. "So, where are you from?"


    //we can timeskip to when they reach the highway if you'd like. also, sorry for the short post.
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    "So you went crazy for a while, meaning, you're not anymore?" Valerie said without looking at her. The tone she said it in made it seem just slightly more like a statement than a question. Right now, she seemed perfectly normal, but there was always a little bit of crazy in those types of people. Maybe Valerie was being just a little bit skeptical, but she's rather not be killed for the hell of it. Ever. There were times in the past when she came across people like that, and it obviously was a lot more terrifying than she was openly expressing. At the mention of where she was from, she looked over at Ophelia and just stayed quiet for a few seconds, as if she were contemplating whether to actually tell her or not, but she eventually gave in. "Arizona. I've moved around places a lot though, I'm sure you can tell. As for my life, it's not anywhere near as eventful as yours, I guess."

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    Hours passed and they had been walking along the long and winding roads of the highway. Valerie hadn't been keeping track of the time that passed, nor would she really be able to with accuracy, but she knew that they arrived where they wanted when she saw the outline of several cars off in the distance. After walking for what seemed like centuries, they had finally made it. Valerie's pace began to increase slightly as she neared, and a relieved smile began to tug at her lips. "Alright, I'm going to hurry so we can get back to where you left the truck," she said. It took a few minutes but soon she had arrived near the many cars over the road. Most probably would've expected the roads to be empty during the outbreak, but if you thought about it logically, it made sense for there to be leftover cars. At least, that's what Valerie thought. At the very beginning of the outbreak, most people would probably be trying to head out of the city, and the amount of people doing that would cause traffic along the roads. You couldn't just sit in your car forever, either, if the infected were ever after you during a traffic jam, so the people would've ditched their cars.




    "It would work best if you found another Dodge like the one you have, but if you can't, another large vehicle like any truck or a van or something will do," Val said. She walked past many smaller cars, and would take occasional glances up to see if she could spot any of said larger vehicles from afar. So far she seemed out of luck, but there was still a lot of the road left that she had to check. There had to be at least one truck or van parked somewhere there.




    //uh idk if any of this made sense or not because it's 4 am where i am and i'm tired
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    "Oh, no, I'm definitely still a little crazy. Just not as much, I guess. I don't know. In all honesty, you had to be a little crazy to survive in that prison. It's sort of turned into a security blanket. If I'm [i]not crazy anymore, then apparently I do a damn good job of acting like I am." Ophelia pulled her hand out of her pocket long enough to grab her bottled water and open the cap to take a sip. Swallowing the mouthful of clear liquid, she spoke once again. "Ooh, Arizona. Sounds nice."


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    Finally, Ophelia thought as they came upon the abandoned cars. There were a lot more than she had expected to be here. How many people had left waiting in line to evacuate to try their chances on foot? By the looks of it, a lot. Ophelia pulled her hands out of her pockets and pulled her hunting knife out of the little black fabric case that she carried it in against her right thigh. Cautiously, she walked through the cars, peeking inside one every now and then to see if there was anything worth taking before moving on to the next vehicle.


    Near the front of the group, the blonde spotted a black Dodge. It looked like an older model than theirs, but it would do. Or, at least she hoped it would. Quickly, Ophelia headed toward the truck, being careful to step over abandoned luggage that had been thrown onto the asphalt. Reaching the truck, she headed toward the driver's side of the vehicle and grabbed the handle. The windows were tinted incredibly dark and didn't allow her to see inside whatsoever. Here goes, she thought, and pulled the door open.


    The door squeaked at the sudden movement and Ophelia almost cringed at the sound. There wasn't anything inside that was a threat from what she could tell, thankfully. "Valerie! I think I found a good one!" She yelled, leaning inside the truck and searching the glove compartments for anything worth taking. All she found was a half empty pack of cigarettes and an unopened package of peanuts.


    Ophelia grabbed both and stuffed the cigarettes in the back pocket of her jeans. Chuck's gonna love me when I throw these at him. The blonde opened the pack of peanuts and looked inside before grabbing one and popping it in her mouth. "Want some?" she asked, holding the package out to Valerie.
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    Her gaze shot ahead when she heard when she heard her name being called out, and she looked towards where she heard the noise coming from. She spotted the black Dodge a small distance away, and started to head towards it. When she got there, she headed over to the driver's side and stopped when she was standing a few feet away from Ophelia, who was leaning into the car and searching through the glove compartment. From the angle that she was standing, she couldn't see what was in there, but she could hear the shuffling of objects inside the car. When the blonde came out holding a box of peanuts and offered her some, Valerie took a moment before slowly shaking her head. "I think I'm good. You can have them all," she said with a small nod of her head. Valerie didn't really feel as though she needed any food, even though peanuts were just a tiny bit of it, and she didn't want to waste even the smallest amount of time.




    "Well, you can look through the rest of the car if you want. I'm going to need to be in there," Valerie said while looking over at the driver's seat, which she eventually gestured to with a small nod of her head. Then, before Ophelia could say anything, Valerie brushed past her- maybe even pushed her a little if she hadn't moved- before stepping into the car. She sat down and lightly tossed the pistol so it landed on the shotgun's seat. She then slid her left hand into her pocket before taking out what appeared to a switchblade. Her fingertips trailed over to the button until she pressed against it, and the blade swiftly popped out. With a soft sigh, she moved so she was closer to the edge of the seat and leaned towards the steering wheel. Here goes nothing.




    First, her hands moved the the area behind the steering wheel and right above the dashboard, and with enough force she was able to pop it off. It wasn't as though Valerie was going to bother reassembling the Dodge once she finished, so she carelessly tossed the plastic outside. She could hear the sharp noise of it clashing against the asphalt as it landed. She did the same thing and began to pry off the openings of other plastic compartments, and tossed those aside too, until there would probably be a small pile of the plastic right outside the door. Now that she had opened those up, she could get to the actual wiring of the car. She moved to where she first took off the plastic encasing on the dashboard, and looked inside. There were several wires inside, as well as a few screws. She lifted up the switchblade, and without hesitating, she stuck it into the hollow space that contained the wires. It probably wasn't safe at all to just shove a knife in there, but then again, a lot of things weren't safe anymore. The battery of the truck seemed dead, anyway.




    She pointed the tip of the knife and slid it against the screws, somewhat clumsily using it as a makeshift screwdriver- but hey, it still worked to pop off the screws, and that's all that mattered.
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    Ophelia shrugged and popped another into her mouth as she moved out of the way just in time as Valerie climbed onto the driver's seat. The blonde turned on her heel and opened the back door, looking underneath the seat for anything good as Valerie did her job up front. A gym bag was on the other side of the truck, and to sate her curiosity, Ophelia checked it as well. Nothing. Checking in the pockets at the back of the seat, Ophelia, once again, found nothing useful. With a small huff, she sat down in the seat and watched Valerie do her thing as she ate her peanuts.


    "How long is this gonna take?" she asked suddenly, her tone slightly annoyed. Ophelia's eyes widened at her rude tone and she instantly began speaking again, heading off into oblivion with another rant. "Not that I'm annoyed or anything. I'm just tired, cold and ready to get close to a heater. I'm not ungrateful. I'm very grateful. I'm a very grateful person who is going to shut up." Her voice trailed off quietly as she popped a peanut into her mouth, returning to her silent state as she watched Valerie work.


    //sorry for the short post. i'm dead rn
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    As the blonde kept going on and on, Valerie continued working with loosening the screws. She stuffed the ones she unscrewed into her pocket, and let out a soft sigh once Ophelia stopped with her random ranting. "Alright, alright. I get it, you're a grateful person," Valerie said somewhat halfheartedly. Her talking wasn't necessarily bothering the brunette, since she really wasn't doing all that much right now, but she didn't like being rushed. "And the amount of time I take depends. Do you want me to screw something up or not?" she asked rhetorically. It actually would probably only take a few more minutes for her to get what she needed. The only thing time consuming would be walking back to where they left their truck.




    She eventually set the knife down next to her once she finished unscrewing everything, and she put her hands against the edge of the plastic covering beneath the steering wheel. She dug her fingernails underneath it before pulling it off, and now all of the different wires and parts keeping the wheel in place were revealed. "Oh right, I'll actually need one more thing. I need something thin, with like, the width of a pencil or a pen. Even a stick that size would work, as long as it's sturdy," Valerie said. She then moved one of her hands so she was holding onto the steering wheel, and then turned to look over at Ophelia. "Mind getting something like that for me?"




    //sorry for shortness too, i'm out shopping for stuff so it's kinda rushed
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