#9

She grimaced as two more bikers came into view and flanked Marcus. A cursory glance at his companions told her that they were not likely to be a threat but looks could be deceiving. This was a world with no rules; any morality these people had held before the virus was up in the air now. With her gun still trained on Marcus, her eyes darted towards the stranger on the other side.

Evelyn eyed the lance distastefully as it slid across the ground and stopped a metre away from her feet. It was certainly one gaudy weapon and didn't seem practical at all. Still, the man had managed to dispatch the walker with ease so perhaps he had training. Everything could be used as a weapon, she realised, as she wistfully remembered the fire iron she had taken from Levi's house.

"You didn't need to do that. I have a gun, see?" she said, a flicker of a smile on her face. This was a strange time to be regaining her sense of humour but the situation was odd enough to warrant it.

Evelyn slowly approached the truck with Scarlett, lowering her weapon slightly but still keeping her gun arm extended in case the bikers made any sudden movements. She had seen the female eyeing the pick-up truck in a manner which did not do anything to assuage her suspicions. She gave the truck a superficial inspection to check for any damage before sitting down in the driver's seat, barely concealing her enthrallment at once again being in a car. She had spent so much time walking the remnants of America, she had forgotten the convenience of driving. The highway was vast and open and relatively free of walkers on the way to the Black Mountain. Perhaps things were finally looking in their favour.

[i]"We'll cover at least half of the journey in no time."[/i] she thought, patting the passenger seat with her free hand and nodding at Scarlett.

"Let's go." she said, closing the door with her gun pointed out of the open window.

A quick glance in the rear-view mirror showed a massive herd of walkers in the distance, shambling towards them. The unconscious bodies of their former captors would slow that bloodthirsty pack down.