People go missing around here, they’re gone for good. Outsiders come, they don’t know where to walk. They bring trouble.
“Do buses even run this late, Deadblood?” She asked, as they trudged down the road, carrying their bags. He shrugged, continuing to walk silently in the dark.
Sheri stared off down the road, wondering how just long he was going to be mad at her. In a way, she felt it was pretty unfair. Sure, she’d driven like a maniac, but he was the one who’d told her to ditch the cops. Not her fault if her car chase skills were rusty, or unorthodox. Still, she wasn’t going to say anything to him with the mood he was in right now.
She hadn’t seen him this angry since... well, since their first encounter after he’d won that shiny belt. When they’d had that fight that resulted in her being right where she was now. Walking in uncomfortable shoes down a dark road in the middle of nowhere with a sullen CW champion and no car.
Next time he brought up his stupid motorcycle, she decided she was going to let him have it. Now they were even at least.
That was for later, though. Sheri wasn’t sure she wanted to talk to him at all right now if he was just going to snap at her. The sooner they reached that bus stop and she could sit down and take these shoes off, the better. She certainly hadn’t anticipated an evening like this when she’d dressed that morning.
Blisters were starting to raise on her heels already, and she couldn’t help but whimper slightly. Why hadn’t she thought to hit up the women’s athletic section herself earlier, or at least worn her boots? She’d trade every nice pair of heels in her wardrobe for a pair of sneakers right now.
“Something wrong?” Deadblood turned to look back at her, noticing she was lagging behind.
Sheri shot him a cool glare, stopping for a moment to pull off her shoes. She’d rather be barefoot out here than take another step in those fashionable yet horribly unsuitable shoes.
“Oh,” He replied, realizing the problem. “Well, I guess something can be said for my boring old sneakers at a time like this.”
“Shut up, Deadblood.” Sheri replied, tossing the offending shoes off into some bushes. “How much further is that fucking bus stop?”
He couldn’t help but chuckle softly, despite himself. Never did he think he’d see the day Sheri threw a pair of shoes away. He felt a little better now, knowing the car was gone, way down in that sinkhole where no one would ever think to look, hopefully. Now with that matter taken care of, he could slow down a bit, and think more on their next step in taking on The Driller.
“It’s really not that much further, Sheri. You want a piggy back ride or something?”
“Not if you were the last pig in the world,” She retorted, although secretly glad he didn’t seem to be so angry with her anymore.
People go missing around here, they’re gone for good. Outsiders come, they don’t know where to walk. They bring trouble. - Sheri Stull - 8:57:34 AM on 09/07/2015
