Til death do us part (Madison / Open)

Rosco the one eyed dog stared at the girls in front of them. Hearing "Good boy" made his ears perk for a moment but he took one step back and even when the stick was thrown he looked at it for a mere moment but his eye went back to the duo in front of him. He could see the girl was in pain but as he heard the word treats he tilted his head as was curious.




Moments later the injured tried to stand up and Rosco got stiff real quick. He started to bark a few times letting his owner know of his location. Vincent was enjoying a mouthful of peaches when he heard Rosco barking that meant two things to Vincent, the dead were nearby or people and Vincent hoped it was the dead. He grabbed his submachine gun and rushed over to where Rosco was barking at and moments later he found him and in front of him were two girls who were very attractive but he could see that one was injured. Rosco then sat right next to Vincent who kept his gun trained on the girls for a moment. He could see the girl with the colorful hair was hurt and he lowered his gun. He let out a heavy sigh as he looked to his one eyed companion. "Really Rosco? You had me worried." said Vincent slightly annoyed to Rosco who just looked up at him. Vincent looked back at the two girls and lowered his gun. "You don't seem to be doing to good miss. I can help ya out if you want. I got meds back in my truck and it's not to far from here." said Vincent to the girls in front of him. He looked at the girl with the leather jacket and he smirked at her as he kept his weapon lowered. "I'll tell you what? How about I leave Rosco here with "Miss Pop Punk" and you can follow me back to my truck. I'll even give you my guns so that way I'm unarmed." said Vincent to the biker looking chick as he smirked at her. This wasn't certainly how he thought his day would go but this girl was injured and he would do whatever he could to help her. He didn't need to know their past what they have or haven't done. He made a promise to help others and he intends to keep it.

A lot of things can be forgiven.  Forgetting a birthday, or not saying sorry.  Old world shit that seemed to be less important these days.  Now days not much was ever forgiven.  Fuck me once, you're on my shit list until you're dead.  That seemed to be the way of the world now.  There wasn't a lot of people Madison really trusted.  She didn't even trust Donna.  Not completely, but Donna had never given her a reason not to trust her.  Hey, it's just the way things clicked now.  It was the wild fucking west and everyone was looking to take advantage of some sucker.  Madison never gave Donna much of a choice.  It was either help her escape or suffer with her.  But that being side she was still here.  Still moving herself in front of a potentially killer pup to defend her.  Madison wondered why.

Even if Donna sympathized with everything she had been through she still could have turned her loose after they got away.  Madison narrowed her eyes at the whole situation.  She turned her head back, hair whipping back over her shoulder as she cast a stray thought at the bike.  It was still for the taking.  Did she take the key?  Maybe it was time to exit stage left.  Her whole fucking life she had been running out on people.  That was who Madison was.  Even before the world swallowed a cyanide capsule and shit the bed she was out the door at the first sign of trouble.  She never stuck her neck out and she wasn't here to clean up anyone else's shit.  But when the tables were turned and she needed the help.  Donna sorta stuck her neck out.  Even still she was thinking about stealing the bike.  Though this time, she felt a little less guilty about it and a little more practical.

She was snapped away from her bandit thoughts when she heard a new voice.  It was friendly, polite, helpful?  Okay.  Seriously.  Who the fuck was this guy?  Madison allowed the conversation to take it's course.  Smirking a bit at the sass Donna dropped on his feet.  She wasn't so different from her.  A few different choices and she might have been as cocky and confident as this chick.  Instead of constantly looking over her should she could have been constantly readjusting her jeans to give her big ass balls more room to stun everyone in the room.  Madison ran her hand through her hair.  She curled her lip up and blew the bangs away from her eyes.  Nervous habits never really left you.  She found herself chewing on her lower lip.  

She heard Donna flat out refuse the invitation.  Smart.  Just because the handsome stranger offers you candy doesn't mean you jump right into the back of his windowless van.  There was probably a tear stained mattress back there with a couple of sticky issues of Hustler.  It was after the refusal that Madison finally spoke up.  "That's a nice line of bullshit there pal.  Who the fuck are you Prince "Charmin?"  "  Madison knew it would be better to not trust the guy.  You didn't survive long  by trusting any smiley asshole who came popping out of the woods.  "Donna.  I don't got a good feeling about this guy."  Madison bluntly stated the obvious.  And who knows... Maybe this guy was okay.  Maybe he was really worried about her foot and just wanted to help.

It was what he wanted in return that was the question.  She tended to lean with her gut.  Though her gut was a stubborn bastard who didn't trust a damn soul.  Not even the ones who were trying to help her.  Zane had did a number, loosing everything had did a number.  Part of the reason Madison kept having casual thoughts of fucking over Donna and riding off into the sunset was because she didn't trust anyone.  Better to screw them over before they screwed you over, but still.... She found herself not wanting to leave Donna's side.  It was the first time really she had settled the chaos in her mind in a long time.  She kind of saw a little bit in herself in Donna weather she wanted to admit it or not.  She wasn't ready to stick a knife in her back just yet.

True to his word he came back with supplies.  Madison was shocked he didn't come back with more guys and more guns.  She wasn't completely on board with the whole sweet love in our buttholes theory, but it wouldn't surprise her.  Not much surprised her anymore.  She figured he could be a slaver, someone who was harvesting organs for canablism or any number of other equally fucked up scenarios.  But no he just came back with Medical supplies.  

She sighed when he called her pop punk again.  "Madison."  She corrected him.  There was a bite of poison in her tone.  One that said that her patience was short but her voice was soft regardless.  She was thankful that he wasn't another crazy.  She had seen her fair share of crazies and she didn't have the capacity to run from another one at this point.  "Yeah.  We can roll together."  Madison had said to Donna in regards to her offer.  She didn't like the idea of sleeping with one eye open anymore, and she kind of liked her.

She must've because anyone else would have had her shotgun shoved in their face by this point.  Madison's shotgun hung on her back from a strap. across her back over her jacket.  It was black with spray painted neon pink all over.  The word "Pixie" had been painted on the black in pink letters with the use of a stenzil.   That's what nothing but free time and endless supplies of paint will get you in the apocalypse.  Her shotgun was called Pixie because anything she pointed it at was instantly turned into "Pixie Dust."  Oh, she thought she was super clever when she thought of that.

Still, Zane's psycho ass called his favorite gun Franchesca.  Sometimes she wondered if he actually loved that weapon more than he loved any of his supposed wives.  Not that she wanted his love or ever asked for it.  She hobbled over to Vincent.  Moving past Donna and nodding to her to let her know it was okay.  She held out her foot.  It was badly sprained but thankfully not broken.  At least she didn't think it was.   The boot was already off and she wiggled her toes just to show Doc that she could.  "Got a wrap for it? An ankle brace?  5 shots of Vodka and a bag of weed? All of that would be nice." She stated simply.

Hey if he was going to be a good Samaritan and just give away his supplies she was going to ask for the primo shit.  She really could use a drink.  Madison didn't know that Zane was already following their trail.  Using the bikes tire tracks s it sped out of the mud to follow.  They had a good 20 minutes before he would even start to get close, but if they kept standing around here playing 20 questions he would be here before they knew it and all three of them would be in trouble.  Well, 4 roscoe would make a pretty good doggy stew.  "Hey Doc.  You got a camp?  You don't look like you've lost much sleep in the  apocalypse."