Dead love in my hands (Troy Otto story/ Fear the walking dead/ ftwd)

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planned Maxi, written 39 pages, 17,750 words, 15 chapters
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I felt the cold iron against my shoulder. “Who are you?” a rough male voice rang out, making me shudder. “Well, will there be an answer?"the voice continued. “What is the answer to a stupid question?” I responded. “Turn around!” “I was just going to!” At that moment, I turned around, grabbing the rifle by the barrel and abruptly pulling it out. There was a young man in front of me. He looked about 25 years old. The sun was already setting, but I could see the color of his eyes — light blue, even almost gray with a slight blue. I was surprised to find that he was also looking at mine. His calmness made me tense. His face showed absolutely no emotion, as if he was just looking at the wall, and not at a direct threat to life. It’s strange that he wasn’t taken aback by the fact that I took away his weapon. “So what’s next?” I decided to break the silence. “I knew it was necessary to aim at the head, and even better to shoot right away”, he grinned. “Exactly!” I snickered. “Exactly” the man teased me. His face still didn’t radiate any emotion. “Raise your hands! Now!” “No” “Then I’ll shoot!” “Come on! The whole ranch will gather for this show!” He noticed correctly. If I pulled the trigger, people who haven’t gone to bed yet would definitely crawl out of their homes at that sound. “Okay, then give me the keys to any car, and I’ll just leave here, you won’t see me again. I’ll throw the gun over the fence, a couple of meters from here, I promise.” Suddenly he laughed. His laugh was so ringing that if I closed my eyes, I probably would have thought that some carefree teenager was laughing. There was a real dissonance in my head. “Are you crazy? Are you dictating to me on my territory, standing with my rifle, some of your conditions? You have no choice, better give me back my thing before one of my soldiers shoots you, they’re all standing around the perimeter.” I looked to the side and, indeed, 200 meters away from me I saw a man with a gun standing near the fence. “I won’t even kill you if you give me your rifle now and go quietly with me to your superiors.” “The bosses?” I raised an eyebrow inquiringly. There was a brief silence. Apparently, he wasn’t going to explain anything to me, but just waited until I gave him the weapon, and obediently went somewhere unclear. And I was just about to do it when I suddenly noticed that someone was running towards us. “Oh, well, here’s my brother,” my new acquaintance said, then shouted, “Jake, look, a girl took aim at me!” He laughed again. The laughter was completely inappropriate, but for some reason it defused the situation, and I lowered the rifle. It flashed through my mind: “boss”, “brother”…So I took the rifle from the brother of the head of the ranch. Not bad, not bad at all. “What happened here?” Jake asked, slightly out of breath. He didn’t look like his brother at all. “Yes, it’s okay, I just got a new girlfriend!” “Troy, are you drunk?” Oh, so that’s your name! So, Greek motifs, interesting. Against the background of my thoughts, a showdown unfolded: “Actually, my friend is going to leave the ranch, and my father is not doing a damn thing to keep our commune from falling apart, and yes, I drank some whiskey, is it forbidden?” “No, drink as much as you want, but do not take up arms when drunk. Is that clear to you?” Jake threw an angry look at his brother and, without waiting for a reaction, turned to me: “What’s your name? Who are you?” “Della, well, I’m a doctor, a psychiatrist, to be more precise, it’s true, it was in a past life. Now I’m just like everyone else.” “The irony of fate is that you met with Troy. He definitely needs a psychiatrist,” Jake said sarcastically, “So what happened, how did you end up here?” “She wanted to steal a car from us, that’s how, brother, will you still be nice to her?” “Yes, I didn’t want to steal anything from you, I’m looking for my sister. We went with her to get supplies, and at night she disappeared somewhere. I woke up alone, went looking for her and came across your ranch when you pointed a rifle at me, I just climbed over the fence, I wanted to look for her here.”
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