Luke/OC The Walking Dead Game Fanfiction Chapter 5

Let's just dive right in, shall we?

Alice’s P.O.V:
I started up the bike and sped down the road; leaving Luke behind. I mentally slapped myself for not bringing my helmet; I really hope that I don’t get pulled over by the police. I was so built up with thoughts that I almost missed the turning and I jerked my motorbike just in time. I let out a shaky breath and wiped my forehead with the back of my right hand briefly before returning it. I took the county lanes so there would hardly be any cars and sped as quickly as possible without losing control. I felt somewhat guilty for storming off like that. When and if Uncle Pete found me I would most likely be given a lecture for riding a bike in my state, especially without a helmet. Hell, I’ll be lucky if I ever hear the end of it. I shook my head to clear it of thoughts but soon realized my mistake. I wasn’t watching where I was going and ran into someone. I screamed as I was chucked of the bike and they gave a horrible groan. ‘Why the hell would someone walk in the middle of the lane for?’ I thought. I felt my vision fade a little, black dots appearing everywhere. Soon enough my vision was black, the persons groans ringing in my ears. Shouldn’t that person be dead?

Luke’s P.O.V:
“C’mon, Uncle Pete, speed up!” I moaned from the passenger seat.
“Luke, this is as fast as- wait what’s that?” Pete said curiously, looking at the marks on the road.
“They looks like streak marks...” Nick said, poking his head out the window.
“Think they belong to Alice?” asked Pete.
“Follow ‘em” I said without hesitation.
“But-“
“I. Said. Follow ‘em” I repeated. Pete shook his head and turned down the country lanes and soon enough came across an upturned motorbike. “Holy shit!” I exclaimed, opening the truck door and running out before Uncle Pete even stopped. Uncle Pete slammed his foot on the break and he and Nick ran out of the truck following me. It was quite a scene. Poor Alice was on the road with her arm bleeding like crazy and there was another man. His bottom half was crippled to fuck and he was clawing his way roughly towards Alice. I ran up to Alice and placed two fingers to her neck. A pulse! She was alive...
“Stupid idiot didn’t even wear a helmet” I groaned, picking her up.
“To hell with you asshole” the girl in my arms cursed. My eyes widened slightly but I carried her to the truck all the same.
Pete ran up to the crippled man but stumbled back almost as soon as he approached it. “What the hell?” he shouted, stomping the poor guys head in. Alice must’ve seen it to as she yelled out at him. “The mother fucker attacked me!” Pete said, “Tried to bite my leg!”
I placed Alice in the back of the truck and pulled out the trucks First Aid Kit. I patched up her leg and stroked her cheek affectionately; tracing an ugly scar that lay there. Alice’s eyes widened and she flinched a little bit. Someone coughed from the opposite side of the truck. I looked up to see Nick smirking. I scowled at him and strapped Alice in before walking to the passenger seat.

Alice’s P.O.V:
Had Luke just made a move on me? What was that? No-one had ever stroked my cheek before; it was kind of scary to be honest. I just hoped to God that he didn’t notice the scar there, but then again, who didn’t notice it? Pete had loaded my bike into the back of the truck and I nodded my thanks to him through the window. He nodded back at me and got into the driver’s seat of the truck; starting the engine. Nick nudged me in the ribs and I moaned slightly in pain from the bruises that had implanted themselves on my skin. I looked up at Nick who waggled his eyebrows at me and jerked his head in Luke’s direction. I rolled my eyes at him and leaned my head against the back seat window.

Boy, Uncle Pete was going to give me a nice long lecture when I got home...