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Kenadee nodded. "Okay." She stayed close by his side. "It's alright, I understand," She told him quietly before adding, "I trust you." She mentally counted the number of bullets she had. Kenadee hoped that Dean trusted her as much as she trusted him. She bit her lip, looking at him.
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((A friend of yours?))Dean smiled, lowering his attention to the floor. After their less than friendly start, she trusted him. He drew her against his side and even pressed his cheek against the top of her head for a moment. "I have your back, Kenadee, I don't doubt you have mine." He said confidently then drew away "make me proud, yeah? So I can eat my words from when we met."
Kenadee nodded, leaning against him. She smiled faintly. "I will." She promised confidently. "I have to make you eat your words from when we first met," Kenadee smirked at him, standing facing him.
((No. I have no clue who that person is..))
((Well, if she decides to do it again I'll talk with the MOD))"I look forward to it." He leaned back and passed her an arrogant grin " and hey, if this all blows over and life returns to normal. Come to my shop and I'll take care of any and all mechanic work for free. Just to say, no hard feelings." He chuckled then nodded towards camp " we just have to hang on til then. Come on, I'm sure they want to get going soon."
Kenadee smiled and nodded. "Okay. Just be careful. I may take you up on that offer." She told him. She started walking back toward the camp, keeping her gun hidden by her leg. "You're coming too, right? She asked.
"Yeah? Well, I'll be sure to request you personally when my hand gets smashed in an engine block or something." He smirked but his face fell slightly. " I talked about it but Wallace is convinced I'd be a support to you which defeats the test. Conflict of interest, you know." Dean did give her side a light nudge " don't worry, you're in good hands."
"Okay. I'll make sure I'm on duty when you smash your hand.." She replied with a smile. Her smile faded some when he said he wouldn't be going. Kenadee nodded. "Okay." She was more nervous now, knowing Dean wouldn't be with her.
She was easy to read, the disappointment and the nerves. It took little to dissolve his word of hanging back in camp with the others. "Look, no promises but I might... I don't know have to wander off in that direction to wiz.." He bounced his brows at the hidden meaning behind his line. " Maybe Ill be closer than you think." He chuckled. " Just so I can see for myself how much of my words I'm gonna eat."Wallace stood at the end of camp, gun holstered at his side and rifle perched on his should. " Get a move on girlie, play with lover boy later." He barked.
"Fucking prick.." He growled then nudged her "you'll be fine"
Kenadee nodded. "Okay," she smiled softly. She sighed, her face going expressionless when Wallace barked at them. "See you soon," she whispered before turning toward Wallace. She jogged to Wallace, biting her lip. Her hair stayed in front of her face and the scar. Kenadee didn't look back at Dean, just trying to focus on the task at hand.
Something about Kenadee taking off to join Wallace and the others was unnerving. It further hardened his decision to creep into the background. Wallace regarded her with a less than impressed look. He canted his head to the side and nodded in the direction they were heading. "Mission is to dispose of the dead left behind from the herd. If you don't have ammo, I suggest you find a blunt object because it's too scarce to share." He started moving, moving along with another couple of guys. "Supposedly you're a decent shot but we'll see how much of that rings true."
Kenadee nodded. She walked with them, biting her lip. She looked around, mentally counting how many bullets she had. She was nervous, going off with Wallace and the others, since she barely trusted them. She reminded herself of the fact that Dean was gonna sneak over to see her while she was out on the mission with them.
It didn't take long to disappear from the sight of the burly twins. Between the trees and the thick brush, the dead limped and dragged about like lost beings. That is until they heard the cocking of one of their guns. " Alright guys split up, you, you're with me." Wallace directed, using his rifle to bounce an eager zombie off balance. " Let's see you hit that guy right there." He said pointing out a zombie a couple of yards from them. He used the butt of his gun to mash the zombie's head in.
Kenadee nodded. She stood still and aimed at the zombie. She fired, hitting it. Right in between its eyes. She glanced at him, biting her lip.
He drew his lips into a thin line, chewing on her marksmanship then nodded. "Lucky shot." He muttered then nodded off in that direction. " Let's get moving." He jerked his gun to gesture her to take the lead.
She nodded. Kenadee took the lead, looking around. She kept her gun at her side, ready to fire if she saw any more. She glanced back at him.
He scowled at her when she glanced back at him "your danger isn't behind you, kid. Focus." He grumbled, slowing his steps with a small distance building between them. All the while, Dean had melted into the trees. Trying like hell not to be mistaken as one of their targets because the let thing he needed was to get shot.He cracked a twig which caused Wallace to pause and stop, looking through the scope of his gun, Dean winced and pressed his back to the tree trunk.
Kenadee turned back in front of her, rolling her eyes. 'That's what you think,' she thought to herself. She kept looking around them. She quickly turned, hearing the twig crack in the trees. She bit her lip, gun raised.
"Alright hotshot, go investigate. I'll cover your back." Wallace grunted, eye still honed in the scope as he gestured in the general location. Another gunshot sounded in the distance, it was their other scouts. Dean wanted to glance around the tree but knew it would only get his head blown off.
Kenadee glanced around before jogging for the trees. She looked around carefully, acting like she was searching for whatever had made the noise. She was pretty sure it was Dean but had to act like she had no clue. She bit her lip.
Wallace watched through the scope, his lips pressed thin as the cross hairs moved from the small spray of trees to the back of the girl's head. It was a blessing Mack was gone, one less gigantic mouth to feed but to replace him with another woman was annoying. Especially since it seemed loyalties were already with Dean. In a world with no order and no rules, no one would question her death. He pulled the bolt back and slid a fresh round in.Dean heard the footsteps light and quiet "Kenadee?" He whispered but grabbed for her arm and yanked her behind the wood with him. The sound of a bullet thinking into wood sounded just to the left of the tree. "What the flying f--"
Kenadee looked at Dean quickly before looking to see where the bullet had hit. She knew it must've come from Wallace. She bit her lip, seeing the bullet hole in a tree, right where her head had been before Dean grabbed her. She looked back at Dean for a second. "Can I shoot that idiot?" Kenadee asked him, being completely serious.
Dean glanced at the hole then her, his hand coming to rest on top of the gun to lower it slightly. " Damnit, I didn't think Wallace would get this ballsy." He growled picking off a large piece of bark and tossing it into the opening. He heard the retort of the gun and the impact it made with the bark. "Wallace!" Dean barked, knowing better than to look. "Dean? Invite only you dumb shit!" He called back. "Put down the gun, Wallace!" Dean called again.
Kenadee sighed silently. She kept her gun pointed at the ground in front of her. She wanted to go out there and just shoot Wallace but she let the two guys shout and argue with each other. Kenadee bit her lip, listening to them.
Wallace shot the wood again just to prove he wasn't about to stand down. "The hell are you doing?!"The older male laughed. "Thinning out the herd, survival of the fittest snd what have you. The fact you're out here is icing on the f-ing cake." He crouched and took on the sniper' pose. " He's lost it."
Kenadee listened silently, biting her lip. She nodded and looked at Dean when he had said that Wallace had lost it. "Can we shoot him..?" She asked in a whisper, glancing around.
"If you can get the shot without having your head blown clean off. Wallace was a cop and ex military." He stared forward, a wide spray of zombies just thumping about in the distance. "Need a diversion." Dean said then ruffled his hair in frustrstion. She had the shooting ability which left him to play decoy. He tugged on his coat and removed it "ready? I don't want to be shot for nothing so.. heh." He cracked a laugh. " No pressure."
Kenadee nodded. "I won't let you get killed," she promised, both to him and to herself. She looked over at him, biting her lip lightly. "Or really hurt," Kenadee added quietly. She knew approximately where Wallace was standing so she thought she'd have a pretty good chance.
Dean took a breath and balled up his coat. " Alright, I'll hold you to your word." He moved to ready himself then twisted back with a grin. " Or curse you the 'screaming idiot' in the firey blaze of glory when I die." He joked. " Ready?" He whispered readying himself to kick off. He threw his jacket out the opposite side to catch Wllace's bullets before he scrambled out the oposing end with a head start. Zig zaging the trees with adrenaline pumping as the bullets ricochet off the trees near him. "Shit!, Shit!"
Kenadee nodded. As soon as Dean took off, she turned and aimed her gun at Wallace. He hadn't moved since she had ran into the trees but he was facing away from her, firing at Dean. She shot four rounds at him, aiming for his head and chest.
One round pierced Wllace's cheek, a wail cut short when the second caught his collarbone the the third his sternum. Dean flung himself backwards when Wllace's misguided bullet veered off in front of him. He fell on his ass, covered his head and twisted to look up near Wllace's view point. He wasnt present. "Get him?!" Dean called out, scurrying back from an approaching zombie. Getting his crowbar to deflect the chomp happy bastard.
"Yeah!" Kenadee Shouted to Dean, looking at Wallace's lifeless body. She took a shaky breath and leaned against the tree behind her. Sh closed her eyes tightly, calming herself down.
He stabbed the zombie through the eye socket and kicked it away before he panted. "Stupid bastard." He rolled over and got to his feet, making his way over to her. Grabbing her shoulder and pulling her forward into him, hugging her tight to his chest. "Good shot." But it lacked the congratutory tone it should have held.
Kenadee was grateful for the hug. She nodded, not saying anything. She didn't trust her voice to speak. She sighed quietly. Kenadee finally opened her eyes and looked up at him sadly. Her shoulders were shaking. She bit down hard on her lip.
His hands came up to cradle her face, his hand resting on the scar unfazed. "Hey. You're alright. Okay? Listening to me, Kenadee? It's okay." Dean brushed her cheek, chewed the inside of his lip before he twisted. There were just enough zombies about to make things unsafe. "We have to go."
Kenadee nodded. She took a deep breath and was calm again. Her face went expressionless as she looked around. "Yeah.. Let's get out of here." She said quietly. Kenadee looked up at him, biting her lip. "Are we heading back to where everyone else is or..." She trailed off.
He cursed lightly. This wasn't going to go over well. The other guys were probably in on the plan and with Wallace out there was no telling what mess was waiting for them. He peered over and of course, Wllace's corpse was already being feasted on by a couple of zombies. "I don't know but we'll head that way regardless."
"Okay." Kenadee nodded. She would trust Dean's judgement. He had kept her safe so far. She looked around them, wincing when she saw Wallace's corpse. She quickly looked away from his body. She would much rather watch for other zombies then watch zombies attacking Wallace's body.
He exhaled in frustration hitting a tree as he passed. He grabbed her hand and tried to remember the direction they had come from. His head snapping to the side at yhr sound of another shot. "Keep an eye out for those other guys." He whispered scowling. "Sorry, looks like I fucking lied about being safe in numbers."
Kenadee squeezed his hand, hoping to reassure him that it was okay. She kept looking around, trying to see the other guys. "It's alright," She whispered to him, biting her lip. She turned her head, thinking she heard another shot fired.
He glanced back at her, tried to feign an indifferent smile that more or less failed. He squeezed back and quickened his pace, weaving through the trees and thick brush that proved to be harder for the dead to maneuver through. "We were hit by a herd, alright?"
Kenadee kept up with him easily. She nodded. "Yeah. Okay." She kept watching around them as they moved.
"Dean! 'K'! Good, you're back. Grams just finished the food." One of the ladies called, clearly having a little trouble remembering Kenadee's name. " Tell Wallace and the boys to hurry up and quick making so much noise, it's irritating Grams and you know what a pain it'll be for us tonight."
Kenadee nodded. As they got closer, she gently slipped her hand out of his, making sure her hair covered the scar. She sighed quietly, looking around them. She looked up at Dean, biting her lip. She wanted Dean to tell them about Wallace, not wanting to do it herself.
Dean slipped his hand behind his neck, he flinched when another gun shot sounded. This made the girl frown "are they still out there? How many were there?" She passed a glance to another person, worried. "Do we need to prepare?" Dean took a step forward and shook his head, his hands up with a gesture to calm her down. "No, no. Look. We lost Wallace." He said in a calm hush but this only worried the woman more. " W-wha? How, what happened?"
Kenadee looked around nervously. She bit her lip, glancing at the girl. She frowned and looked down. She had killed Wallace. He had tried to kill her but still, she had killed him.
