5&6 -I Swear, It Was An Accident, Alpha

Fallon:

“I’m not going down there,” I shot back before any of them could try talking me into it.

All four of them mirrored each other, planting their hands on their waists as they lined up in front of me.

Men, especially, always went after weakness the moment they sensed it.

Cage lifted a brow, looking oddly amused by my attempt to stand my ground.

“ I’m more useful alive than dead,” I added, raising my left hand to show them the wristband. “Your officer already made that pretty clear.”

For a second, all four of them simply stared at me.

Then their eyes narrowed almost in sync.

They exchanged looks before straightening up and breaking into laughter loud enough to crush whatever confidence I had managed to build.

I really didn’t like whatever was going through their heads.

So I lunged.

The second I ripped the gun from Rome’s belt, every single one of them froze.

Then they gasped.

Not out of fear.

More like disbelief.

Or maybe amusement.

“I swear I’ll shoot if any of you come near me,” I warned, gripping the gun with both hands as I pointed it at them.

Not one of them looked remotely threatened.

Cage slowly pushed himself off the seatrest, unfolding his arms with complete calm, while Ace casually rolled his neck like this entire situation bored him.

Then there was Rome and Miguel.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, staring at me like they genuinely couldn’t believe what I had just done.

Like I had crossed into a new level of stupidity.

“Why does it have to be me? You’re the ones trained for this stuff!” I shot back quickly, trying to redirect the conversation before they focused too hard on the fact that I had just stolen a weapon.

Because judging by their faces, I had seriously fucked up.

“No,” Rome replied as he suddenly stepped closer. “You’re doing it.”

And then he let out a small laugh “ I didn’t think you had the guts to pull a gun at me. Who would’ve thought you had it in you?  If you weren’t Freya. You probably would’ve made a good fighter.”

A good fighter. 

Tears blurred my vision. No one told me that anymore since my father died. Ever since then I’d been nothing more than a wolfless burden. 

Funny those words came from him. Somehow I wished Nathan were here to hear the Alpha who had rejected him acknowledge me.

Too bad it had to happen like this.

Rome took another step towards me, as if certain I wouldn’t pull the trigger, like I don’t have that in me.

Before I could think, panic pulled the trigger for me.

The shot wasn’t aimed at him directly.

If the gun had fired, the bullet probably would’ve grazed his arm.

But it never happened.

The chamber was empty.

And somehow, that made everything worse.

Because the second I pulled the trigger, every bit of amusement disappeared from their faces.

Miguel, Ace, and Cage slowly shook their heads like they couldn’t believe how stupid I was, while Rome glanced down at his arm before looking back at me.

Then he ripped the gun out of my hands.

The force sent me stumbling backward.

A second later, his hand grabbed the back of my collar, and he started dragging me toward the front of the bus.

“She’s fucking insane,” Miguel muttered behind us.

I had already destroyed whatever patience they had left.

Rome kicked the bus door open and shoved me out in one brutal motion.

Fuck, I can’t even shift.

But it was too late.

Right in front of my face, he slammed the bus door shut.

I slowly pushed myself off the road and brushed the dirt from my clothes, scanning my surroundings with panic building inside me.

I didn’t know if the world had always been this terrifying.

Maybe I had just never noticed it before. Back when my biggest concern was surviving another day as a neglected housewife.

“Well, Fallon, you really do have terrible luck with men,” I muttered under my breath while making my way carefully toward the gate.

Tall walls stretched around it, making the entrance feel even scarier.

Then I spotted the lock.

“There’s no key!” I shouted.

Rome leaned against the dashboard, his hands planted on it as he watched me.

It was crazy how the man who had offered me his hand to help me onto the bus, sounding so cheerful and talkative, was now enjoying my misery so much.

Then he straightened and pointed toward the left side of the gate.

A small security room was built beside the wall nearby.

The longer I remained outside the bus, the more the fear crept under my skin.

The dark clouds overhead only made it worse.

Every rumble of thunder made me flinch.

Bracing myself, I moved carefully toward the door.

Not once did I spot a zombie heading in my direction, and I silently prayed it stayed that way until I reached the security room.

Then something shifted inside.

There was a faint movement inside, as if someone was in there, probably slamming something against the wall.

The sound was weak but rhythmic.

“Hello?” I called out, hoping a warrior had taken shelter in there.

Silence answered me.

At that point, I seriously started questioning every decision that had led me here.

I lifted my hand to knock, then stopped midway.

Right.

Because knocking politely on a door possibly hiding a zombie was obviously a brilliant idea.

My gaze darted back toward the bus.

The alphas had spread out along the windows, each one watching me from inside like spectators enjoying a show.

I rolled my eyes at them before scanning the area for anything I could use as a weapon.

A few steps away from the security room, something caught my attention.

A jagged piece of broken glass lay on the ground.

It was small.

Barely enough to defend myself with, but in a world like this, I could not afford to be picky.

I glanced back at the bus and caught Rome smirking faintly, one eyebrow raised as if he could already tell I was expecting a monster inside.

I let out a low grunt.

I faced the room again, tightening my grip on the broken glass.

The thing barely counted as a weapon.

Maybe I was panicking for no reason.

Maybe there actually was a warrior inside.

As I approached the door, I wrapped my hand around the handle and shut my eyes.

“You seriously think some random piece of glass is going to help?” Miguel sneered, disbelief dripping from his voice.

I shoved the door open.

The stench hits me first. And then the gruesome view. The blood splashed everywhere. 

I suddenly can’t hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. He must have put up a good fight when he was alive.

The warrior guarding the security area had already turned into a zombie.

The skin around his mouth had peeled back, making his teeth look grotesque.

His jaw hung open like he was ready to bite at any moment.

Even the way he stood felt wrong.

Its nails were blackened with dirt and dried blood, as if it had spent hours clawing at the walls from inside the room.

The moment it saw me, it sprang to its feet and charged at me.