by UncoordinatedPisces » August 29th, 2013, 11:32 pm
George couldn't help but smile at Sam,
"Yeah, I do love my crisps". Aaron seemed a little more positive at the thought of some bacon sandwiches, but knew that'd probably be their only meal for the day. All four of them heard the yell. The words were unauidable. George rushed to the edge of the tree's. She wasn't shouting at anyone. He watched her. Feeling a lump in his throat that he'd never felt before.
Aaron had returned with the car, parking it near the tents so that it was hidden by the tree's, it could act as another sleeping area. He had taken off his jacket, realising how filthy it was after weeks of use.
"It actually smells like a cocktail of drugs".
Aimee gave him a shocked glance and he chuckled. "I don't take them, I was just around people who do". The teenage girl's thoughts headed back to the druggie she had encountered in the gang and shuddered.
hat man was intent on 'buying' her, as was Harvey. She had a lot to thank Aaron for. She walked past him and took the jacket.
"I'll wash it for you".
"Thanks" Aaron responded, watching her walk away with a slight smile.
----One Month Later----
The group had been doing well, despite all the upset concerning the gang. All of them were quite convinced they wouldn't run into them again. If they did, they'd be ready. George had taken Sam on regular trips to the small town they had found. The pharmacy was pratically untouched, which surprised them all. Sam and George stuffed as much medication and toiletries in the bags as they could. George didn't forget about Aimee and Ash's needs either.
The Peacock's clothes shop was untouched as well, and the pair of them had collected various clothing items for them all to make sure they had some clean clothes and underwear to put on while the other's were being hand washed. The petrol station still had enough petrol to sustain the one car they had. The Co-Op Food had been almost cleared out, but they found lots of canned items and snacks still left. George had been able to indulge himself on Polo's, to keep the hunger away.
Aaron however had been using Polo's for a different use. He'd stay up ever night and have a few beer's while the other's slept, and ate about five to get the smell off his breath. He also took a trip to the town and managed to find beers in the cellar of the pub there to keep him well supplied.
Everyone seemed to have asserted themselves jobs. George was the 'road runner' as they liked to call him, going to and from the town, he also cooked for them all. Aaron was the fire maker and controller, which was a big job in it's self. Aimee liked to go fishing surprisingly, and was quite good at it.
Aaron went with her. Partly because Aimee didn't like to kill the fish herself, and partly because he liked spending time with her. Aimee also did some of the washing and tidied the place up from time to time. It was quite nice to feel like they belonged in their campsite, even if it was just that; a campsite.
It was late afternoon. The sleeping arrangements had changed slightly. Aimee decided she would rather sleep in the car to give Ashelin some space. She was, at that moment, sorting through a bag of new clothes and picking out a couple of tops she liked. George was cooking some fish and boiling some rare wild potatoes. Aaron was watching Aimee curiously from a distance. He strutted over to her after a moments hesitation.
"Anything in there you think would suit me?" he asked her with a grin. Aimee grinned back and pulled out a checkered shirt that was his size. "Ooh, well look at that. I better try it on then". He took off his own shirt, so he was topless, deeming it warm enough outside to be allowed to do so. Aimee's cheeks turned a little red. Aaron slipped the new shirt on. "Well, does it suit me?"
"It sure does" Aimee replied putting his old shirt in the 'to be washed' bag. George had been observing, and he rolled his eyes at the two of them.