Survival of the fittest - AmyMarie and Shadowfax

[Shadowfax]

"I.. I think so" Sam stuttered as he slowly sat up and reached across for his own backpack.

He pulled it from the front seat, then placed it down by the front wheel before going in for Ashelin's bag. He leant across the front seat and over to the drivers seat before he attempted to grab it by the strap. He grasped it in his hands then pulled it towards him. As he leant back however he leant on the break and the car soon started to roll off as if in slow motion. Sam fell out of the car just in time, but their cover was now disappearing off down the road. Sam looked up at Aimee in utter horror. What were they going to do now?!

"Get back here you cowards!" One of the men yelled from outside the petrol station.

He aimed the gun at George this time and a bullet dented the front of the car.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

Aimee urged the boy on, hoping he'd be as quick as possible. She watched the car begin to roll with utter despair, no car meant no protection. She managed to catch the boy as he fell, both ending up on the ground rather than crouching or standing. Two backpacks fell beside them both as well, as lucky as that was, they were both out in the open. Bullets started flying around them, narrowly missing the pair. Aimee instinctively had Sam behind her, as if she was his cover. She hardly knew the boy yet she was his sheild.

George stopped attempting to get the car going to look at the bullet hole in the front of the car, he stopped for too long. Another bullet hit the wing mirror. "Right, that's it!" he shouted, hoping the car would move. With one final turn of the key, the car came to life. He didn't take the time to feel relieved. He went into reverse and spun the car around, driving up alongside his sister and Sam. Now with sufficient protection, Aimee shot straight up. She flung the car door open. First, she threw in the backpacks, and then she motioned for Sam to get in. Once the boy had shifted, she climbed into the car as well, standing up in the back seat area.

George didn't wait for them to be seated. He sped off down the road, luckily in the direction he was going in anyway. Aimee slid through the gap between the front seats and into the front passenger one. The sound of gun-shots were beginning to grow faint, but George had his hands on the wheel, gripping it tight, and his foot on the pedal. Aimee could almost see the sweat rolling off him.

[Shadowfax]

Sam was shaking as George pulled up beside them. He was soon climbing into the back seats and settling himself down next to Ashelin. Before they sped off the man behind shattered the window behind them with one final bullet. Sam ducked and prayed none of the shots would hit Ash. He felt sick as the hurtled down the road, but after a time the gunshots grew faint and the mens voices could no longer he heard after a while.

Sam decided it was safe to sit up and as he sat up, he daringly looked back at the specks in the distance. He smiled to himself, pleased they had got out of there.

"We showed them!" He said after sometime, his child ignorance ignoring the fact George was a wreck.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

After a couple of minutes of non-stop driving at a speed unknown, George slowed. They came to a slow stop in the middle of the road. The young man finally let go of the wheel, his hands red and sore. Aimee watched him with an settlement in her gut as Sam piped up. Her older brother turned to her.
"Aimee..." he began, his voice low and uncertain. "Never get yourself into a position like that again. Not for anyone. Not even for a little boy" he continued, fully aware that Sam would here him, and George shot him a look.

"But George, he needed help-"
"Does it look like I care? We've already helped enough today" he replied harshly. Aimee didn't have the strength to reply. She herself was shaken and upset, but not in the state George was. He was sweating, and his eyes were red from simply not blinking. George started the engine back up again and began to drive slowly. Aimee stood up again to check on Ashelin's breathing, knowing George would of done so if he wasn't at the wheel, and not in the mood he was in. She mouthed,
"Are you ok?" to Sam, not particularly wanting to speak.

[Shadowfax]

Sam's head hung low as George snapped at himself and Aimee. He didn't reply and looked sadly away. It was his fault.. He had put Aimee in danger. Seeing Aimee ask him if he was ok though, he nodded.

"Im sorry I got you in trouble" He said sincerely.

Ashelin's breathing began to quicken in that moment which caused Sam's eyes to widen and a smile to spread across his face. He locked eyes with Aimee and smiled. However his eyes were soon back to being cloudy and scared. Sweat began to form on her brow, then her arms. Ashelin then began to shiver, though it was still warm in the car... And finally, a rasping cough escaped her lips. Blood began to trickle down her mouth as she coughed and Sam looked at them both in horror.

"N...No... She's infected...."

[UncoordinatedPisces]

Aimee staggered back when Ashelin coughed, for it had startled her. George stopped the car and turned around, Ashelin didn't look good. He whipped out a clean bandage, for it was all he had and handed it to Aimee. His sister wiped the blood from Ashelin's mouth. Aimee looked at Sam when he spoke, then looked back at the woman before her.
"Oh god..." she murmured. A hand shot to Ashelin's forehead, it was George's.
"She's not that hot, victims are usually burning up but-" he said, not knowing how to continue his sentence.

Aimee and George exchanged glances. If she was infected, what were they to do with her? They weren't too worried about catching it, because they had both concluded that there was no way they could of survived being around their parents if they weren't immune.
"Sam, did she have symptoms prior to this?" George said firmly to the boy. "We need to know".

[Shadowfax]

"N-No, nothing at all." Sam said, shaking his head so fast he made himself dizzy. "Is she going to die?" The words had tumbled out of his mouth before he could think.

Ashelin coughed violently again, only this time she came too and looked around at the three of them. Their voices were fuzzy and she struggled to make them out. She recognized Sam to her left, but who were these other two? She remembered now and seized George by the front of the shirt with her good arm.

"Where are you taking us?!" She demanded, her voice raspy and her head spinning.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

Aimee turned away, not liked the sound of her coughing. She was about to comfort Sam when an arm shot out in front of her. It grabbed onto George. The young man remained calm with the woman, for he would of reacted the same way. He didn't attempt to make her let go of him.
"I'm not taking you anywhere, me and my sister are simply helping you. You are more than welcome to get out. However, you are not very well, and I don't expect you to leave in this state anyway" he said in a calm tone of voice, though it sounded rather fed up.

"Now if you don't mind" he said, motioning to her hand still gripping onto his shirt. Her nails had even caught his skin in the process, but he didn't flinch nor loose his cool. He had lost it once already, with his own sister as well. For the sake of Aimee, he was going to try and not loose it again.

[Shadowfax]

Ashelin's breathing was heavy and her head was throbbing. Beads of sweat clung to her brow and her throat felt like someone had ground sandpaper down it. She kept her grip on George's shirt and went to her leg holster. The gun wasn't there. Her comfort and upper hand was gone. She glared at George and stifled a cough. Turning she saw Sam sitting next to her and a girl on her other side.

"Ash.. It's ok.. They've helped us. We'd be dead if they hadn't-" Sam began.

"There is *cough* no us idiot child *cough* Now let me out of this damned car" She wheezed.

"But you'll die" Sam said as Ashelin began to twitch and lose control of her arms.

It suddenly dawned on her she was infected and momentarily her eyes clouded over with that realization. She let go of George's top and allowed her head to slump as she began to cough and sweat even more.

"Let me out of this car.. Im done for anyway" She said darkly.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

Aimee didn't know whether too say something about what Ashelin had just said to Sam. Poor boy, Aimee thought to herself. Aimee couldn't blame the woman for being the way she was though. George however was a little anxious about the woman. She was getting worse in front of his eyes. Should he let her out?

"Hold on" he murmured in her direction. He got out of the car, made his way briskly to her side and opened the door beside her. "Maybe some fresh air would help" he added, a little louder. If she was infected, George knew she hadn't a lot of time. Although he felt bad for her, he wasn't going to say she'd be fine. If she was infected, she wouldn't be. George extended a hand for Ashelin to grab onto, so that she could get out of the car without falling.