In reply to Atlanta (msg # 46):
Atlanta put a finger to his lips as some of his people stirred. He held out a hand to keep them calm. Whispering he said
"I don't think that sound is a vehicle. Maybe some heavy equipment, I don't know, but It could be the Caravan! Saskatchewan? Take Orleans, sneak out of here, quiet as a mouse. You two go find out if it's them. Don't get seen! 'Sippi, Tex, Tennessee: Go find us some cars, get 'em running, get back here." Texas pipped up.
"Atlanna? Getting cars running was usually P.K.'s job... I'm not so good with engines as he were." Atlanta rebutted.
"You spent time with him on the road, you watched him work. You learned something, go figure it out!" As some of Atlanta's crew began to disperse he turned to his most trusted lieutenants.
"Dakota, put a couple on watch and take whoever's left over to scavenge this house. Anything useful bring it up here, get it ready to go when Texas gets back. Wy, come with me."
Atlanta led Wyoming out a bedroom window and up onto the highest part of the roof of the farm house. There they watched the horde, far off down the road and in the fields getting further off, meandering towards the sound of the motor. Atlanta calmly and gently extended his fingertips out from his side to find Wyoming's, slowly grasping the other boy's hand. Wyoming shook him off, pulling his hand away.
"Atlanna? I..." Atlanta cut him off.
"'Tucky is dead Wy. I'm sad." He looked to Wyoming with puppy dog eyes, reaching out for his hand once more. Wyoming recoiled again. "
He's dead because of you! It's your damn fault!" Wyoming wasn't angry with Atlanta, more just stating the facts. He walked down the roof to get away from him.
"I'm not what you think I am. I can't be... what you want. Just leave me alone."
Atlanta took a few steps in pursuit of Wyoming, his face vacant of emotion, and a little frightening.
"Wy! Nobody says "no" to me. You're my lieutenant now. You are going to do as I say. You'll learn that." He turned to gaze back out at the horde for a second before turning his head back to Wyoming in taunt.
"I saved your life, you owe me."
Wyoming passed Dakota on his way down. She climbed up to meet Atlanta atop the roof where she found him sitting, staring out at the wanderers.
"What was that about?" She asked him, with enough trust that he'd tell her the truth.
"Wyoming needs to figure out his value around here. He's gonna have to pay his dues eventually. What'd you find?" He asked, perking up with new found interest.
"Pantry was pretty much in tact. Stale cereal, some canned food... An old couple's stocked medicine drawer. Blood pressure, cholesterol..." Dakota shrugged those ones off. "
A nearly full bottle of some pretty strong antibiotics. One of those dead zeds in there must have had strep throat or something when this thing started, poor thing." Dakota put her arm around Atlanta's hip, offering him a box of Raisin Bran and squeezing him tight.
"I'm sorry." She said.
"Paris Kentucky was a really nice boy. He'll be missed, by all of us, even if you don't know what that means." Dakota made sure Atlanta looked her in the eye.
"The other's need to know this affects you. At least they need to think that." She finished, resting her head on Atlanta's shoulder, her hair blowing gently in the breeze while Atlanta crunched on the stale yet chewy cereal.
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Flashback - Somewhere between St Louis and Fort Dixie, on the cusp of winter last year.
The night air was cold on the Mississippi River bank tonight. The Lost Boys, with Atlanta in tow were traveling to Fort Dixie to meet up with the Caravan and join the people of Fort Dixie.
Fallen leaves of yellow, red and orange painted the landscape a vibrant colour, though it was too dim to appreciate but for in the small ring of warmth and glow around the camp fire. The Lost Boys camp was a hive of subdued and cautiously quiet excitement. The prospect of having a Fort to call home for the winter was a thrill to all. the kids talked amongst themselves in hushed voices, trying to make sure they didn't attract any undue attention to themselves.
Washington and Dakota knelt by the firelight, pouring over a map, trying to decipher from Atlanta's descriptions how far they might be from Fort Dixie. They were arguing, clearly disagreeing about how to get where they were going,
like most couples did. The others sat around the fire talking, only a few clever enough to get some sleep while the getting was good.
Kentucky had the south watch tonight. He wore his Carhardt work coat and his hair poked out from underneath his camo hunting toque, as always. Washington still hadn't added Atlanta to the watch rotation, so he had little else to keep himself busy, so he decided to sit with 'Tucky. The boys had traveled together the last couple of days. Getting to know each other better. Flirting a little.
Atlanta was trying to figure out this boy. He'd been around the block a couple of times before the end of the world, but it was clear Kentucky hadn't. Atlanta wasn't really even sure which team he was playing for. But he was getting a definite certain sort of vibe from Kentucky.
Sitting close to Kentucky in his borrowed blue hoodie, Atlanta leaned in close. The tension between them was killing him. Whatever they were talking about had faded in both their minds. They're lips were so close... Until Kentucky turned his head to look back at camp.
"I...I can't do this." He said nervously.
"They might see." Atlanta laid his hand gently on Kentucky's cheek.
"Yes you can. The world we came from is gone. You can have anything you want, you just have to reach out and take it." with that Atlanta kissed Kentucky. Slowly at first, tentatively. Then more fervently.
Kentucky had never done this before, with anyone. He was nervous, scared even. worried that they might get caught. Worried they might get in trouble. But after a second, his fear went away. He kissed Atlanta, trying things to this point he'd never done himself, only seen in the movies, and finding that is was in fact as fun as it looked. Atlanta stopped for a brief moment to look into Kentucky's eyes. Kentucky bit his lip and said simply with a smile
"Okay."
Meanwhile at the fire Washington watched his watchman, carrying on like that, with an uncharacteristic smile. Maybe things would finally actually be okay for his people.
"Wyoming, can you please take the south watch? I'm not confident it's being covered..." Wyoming, was about to put up a fight until Washington pointed out why.
"We should reach Fort Dixie late tomorrow, maybe early the next day, if we're slow. Everybody else get some sleep."