-Chapter 1-

Part 3

I cupped my hands over my mouth, "To hell with you then! You get going then!" I yelled angrily.

That little sh**! I ran my fingers through my hair gripping at my roots and kicked the dead weeded grass.

"F***! F***!", I yelled with my small colorful vocabulary adding in several other short inappropriate words I knew.

I squatted down grasping my short strands. My lips trembled. This isn't right....this isn't right....

"What the hell did I ever do?", I whispered.

"I...I...may have hit a family's car...I killed their little girl....I was drunk...I...I...I guess I deserve this...but isn't the end of the world a bit much for one person?", I asked quietly.

I swallowed standing. I still had to find him. I had to get back to him. Get back to Dover as I had promised.

I sniffed stopping as pain flared in my gut again. This is going to be difficult. But I had to find Dover. I had too. I didn't know where he was...but...I knew...at least I wanted to believe that he was alive. Somewhere out there. In this new landscape....

I grunted standing and began to walk. I would have to start. Head somewhere. Get somewhere. Maybe find others who were still alive in this sh**y situation. My breathing was heavy. But I just kept dragging myself along. The hairy arm wasn't pretty but...at least I still had an arm. At least I hadn't gone rabid yet with madness. At least....

Hell...is that bastard coming back. It's hard to tell. Yeah...he's....

The jeep came back around slowing to a stop. "...Get in", he said quietly.

"F*** you", I said trudging on.

"Hey! Hey!", he called sticking his head out of the window trying to get my attention.

"You wanted me dead! Get your sorry a** out of here! I have more important things to do than to be with someone like you!", I yelled.

"You don't even know who I am!", yelled the man turning the jeep and drove up beside me.

"I don't care who you are. You're a crappy person who only cares about himself", I said clenching my teeth.

"And you're being careless, how do you intend to get anywhere?", asked the man.

"I have two legs for a reason genius", I said.

The man clenched his teeth, "Look, I'm sorry! Is that what you want to hear? I'm sorry for trying to kill you!", he said.

"Don't tell me sorry, tell everyone else you're sorry. I deserve what I got. The others though...no one deserves to get eaten alive and turn into a mindless animal with no probable cause. Me....I get this slow...f***ing....painful death, but shucks. Might be selfish but I'm not dying till....I-Aaawww!!!",

I hit my knees arms wrapped around my stomach. I shook sweating in the summer heat. Nibbling not and turning away... What was happening?! I curled my fingers in the dirt cutting through the stones crunching them in my left hairy hand.

I swallowed breathing as a hand pressed on my back. "Come on, up", grunted the stranger swinging my arm over his shoulders and supported me up into the back passenger seat where I resumed to lay down staring up at the bright blue sky from the half broken roof of the vehicle.

The engine started to rumble again as he started it. Over the terrain it went rocking over rocks eventually reaching a cement pavement as we began to go through the mountains.

But as I stated at the pine trees feeling the cold wind sweep in. The pain didn't get better...at least it didn't get worse either. But I was just so exhausted. The end of the world will do that to you I guess.