Rockfort Island - Chapter Nine Chapter 9 Chelsea walked ahead of her into the metal detector and then turned around, surprised that the alarm didn’t go off on her but she shrugged her shoulders at it. She walked over to the other side with Amberly following close behind her. “After you,” she said with a bow when she opened the door for her. She went through the door and stopped dead in her tracks, causing Chelsea to bump into the back of her. “Hey, what’s the hold up?” Amberly didn’t answer, her eyes were locked on the surprised Doberman she technically walked into. She took advantage of the dog while it was still stunned and trying to recover by blowing its brains out with a simple move of her index finger pulling the trigger. A quick yelp came out but as soon as it was heard, that was as soon as it died out. Amberly reached in her front pocket of her field jacket and got out a rusty looking key. She placed it inside the gate’s lock and turned the key inside, unlocking it. Chelsea stepped over the dog’s corpse and continued following her. They were back at the place that they had met, the night before. They turned only about 90 degrees and the central gate was there, towering over them. Amberly led the way over to it and picked out this emblem that was in the shape of a hawk. She stuck in, locking it into place. ‘Click’ and the gate was unlocked. Amberly grunted as she pushed the gate open, at least enough space for the two of them to get through. Behind the tall, shadow casting gate was a yard littered with unmoving corpses and other various accidents, just waiting to be discovered. Something must have gotten Chelsea’s attention because she left her side to check it out while Amberly went over to the pier. She walked to an overturned transport truck that must have crashed head on into a wall to the left of the gate. A groan broke free, disturbing the silence and causing Chelsea to jump in shock. It was a groan that sounded like it came from near the gas tank of truck and wasn’t an infected one. She curiously crept over, ready to be the aid of any injured person’s help. “Oh god, thank you so much,” a relieved feminine voice cried out. “Are you hurt?” Chelsea asked stupidly. “Gee, are you blind? What do you think?” “Sorry. Miss. Forget I asked, but can you move any?” “Well gee, if I could move, you think I’d stayed here instead of trying to get the fuck out of here!” The voice sounded like she was getting impatient with her, especially with her no brainer questions. “Sorry, sorry! Sheesh, calm down, damn.” She reached the side of the truck to where the voice seemed to be coming from. “Now when I lift this up, can you please try to crawl out from under it?” A grunt of approval and she lifted with all of her strength. She could hear the person was doing their best to scurry from underneath it. Sweat poured down her head, getting in her eyes. “C’mon lady . . . hurry it up,” she whispered. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the lady was resting against some burnt piece of rubbish that looked like it could be a trailer truck tire. “What took you so long, Stretch?” Confusion shot all over Chelsea’s face, as she looked her over, wondering just who the hell she was. “Don’t look at me like that, you bitch!” Her eyebrows cocked in response to that and had an expression of ‘huh’. She couldn’t really identify who she was. “Um . . . Do I know you?” A jolt of nervousness shook her voice. “Oh my fucking god! Chelsea Megan Sharpe,” she let out a gasp before continuing on. “I can not believe you!” “Erm uh what?” She shrugged, feeling ashamed of herself. Then suddenly despite all the burns, bruises and etc all over the person’s face, she realized who she was. “Melissa Todd? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you off fucking Aaron Jolley or something?” “Um excuse me? What the fuck did you just say, you obsessive little cry baby?” “What the fuck is your god damn problem, you fucking whore? I just fucking saved your pathetic life and now you’re fucking bitching at me? What type of thanks is that?” “Whatever . . . Thanks my ass,” Melissa mumbled with a roll of her eyes. Chelsea felt an arm wrapped around her shoulder and heard Amberly say, “Is everything okay over here? What’s going on?” “Oh, so whose this? You’re new play toy?” “What the fuck did you just say?” and Amberly was over by Melissa’s side, picking her up by her collar, pressing her up against the wall behind her. “You heard me perfectly, dumbass!” Melissa sneered at her. Without any warning, she hucked and spitted on Amberly’s face. Amberly tossed her off to the side, anger boiling in her veins. She walked over to her and stomped her right foot heavily down on her chest. “Now what did you say? Could you say that a little bit more clear for me?” A sudden wheeze was Melissa’s reaction but she didn’t waste time before sliding her hand down, pulling a combat knife out of her pocket and stabbing it into Amberly’s ankle that was pinning her down. While this is all going on, Chelsea was standing off to the side, just blinking her eyes because she couldn’t believe what was going on. Before she could do anything, Amberly raised her heel and kicked Melissa as hard as she dared up in her jaw. “You little snot,” she growled and reached down, and retrieved the knife out of her ankle without hesitation. Blood spurted out from Melissa’s lips as she hacked and coughed to the side. She smiled down at her evilly, stepped back and was raising her hand above her head about to stab her back in the ankle to show her how it felt. Amberly was getting ready to bring it down upon her when a firm hand was to be felt on her wrist and she looked over her shoulder to find Chelsea standing close to her. “No stop it. She’s already in enough pain. I mean . . . I found her covered in pain and you really gave some more to deal with. C’mon babe, give her a break.” “Grr, fine.” “Knife,” Chelsea nodded her head, indicating for it to be handed over to her. She held her hand off for it. Amberly flipped it, spinning it in the air, caught it by the blade and held it out with the handle facing her. Then she walked away to go bandaged her wound on her ankle. “You didn’t have to do that,” Melissa said with her eyes rolling up inside her head. “Shut up, just because I spared you some pain. Doesn’t mean this shit is fucking over!” Chelsea growled; she didn’t care if spit flew onto her face at some parts of what she said. “Yeah, she’s the only reason why I stopped,” Amberly shouted from behind them in a distance. Melissa did this reaction that anybody could tell she was rolling her eyes and smiling, almost wanting to laugh out loud. “You better cool it, you fucking little shit,” Chelsea yelled in a whisper tone at her. She searched her pockets for anything that could be considered vauluable to Melissa. Her fingers wrapped around this thick paper thing and pulled it out. It was a photograph of this orange haired punk who was known as Aaron Jolley and he was smiling with one of his dumb sneaky looking expressions. “Hey! Give me that back!” Melissa shouted out, hotly. She barely was able to crawl onto her knees, she cried out in pain because her first attempt resulted in her landing on her chest. On her third attempt, she succeed to getting on her knees, she tried wailing her arms over her head to try and get the picture back. Chelsea shoved the photo up in her face to pick on her because it was in Melissa’s reach but before she could grab it; she pulled her hand back. She began snickering and giggling, almost in bursts of laughter as she tormented her with her own little game. Amberly appeared behind Chelsea and snatched the picture out of her grip. “Hey, I thought you said to give her a break?” She laughed out loud and quickly said, “Hey, I couldn’t resist!” “Having fun without me?” Amberly asked teasingly, sticking her tongue out at her. “Fucking sick little bitches,” Melissa muttered. Amberly shot a glare at her, “You, shut up!” and then quickly glanced back at Chelsea. “C’mon! Can’t I kick her, just one more time?” She begged her in a kiddish voice. “No, baby. You’ve done enough kicking, hitting and throwing for this girl. I’m surprised you haven’t shot her yet,” Chelsea said without even realizing what she just suggested to her. “Uh,” Amberly whined, “that’s no fun!” “Ha ha ha, how about no?” “Oh really,” Chelsea’s eyebrows cocked, “and who gave you the final say of the decision?” Amberly pulled her handgun out on Melissa, aimed at her, “Say when!” “Oh c’mon! That’s it? I don’t even get to kiss my girlfriend goodbye?” Melissa lied, trying to start up confusion between the two of them. Amberly blinked twice, “Say what?” Melissa smiled, knew she had her now. “Oh what? Don’t tell me our Chelsea friend didn’t bother to tell you about me.” “Does it matter? Here kiss her goodbye,” Amberly thrust the photograph of Aaron in her face. Tension that was once inside Chelsea suddenly died away and she sighed in relief, she hadn’t told Amberly about Melissa being her ex-girlfriend because she would had never guessed that in a million years they’d bump into her here. Amberly brought the gun up to the side of one of Melissa’s temples, “Say goodnight, bitch!” “Oh but don’t do it, Chelsea will miss her idol too much. She’ll miss me too much and cry!” “Yeah whatever. She’s got a new lover,” and with that, she pulled the trigger. Melissa’s body shook once, the sign of her body system shut down and then her head went limp to the side.
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