VIRAGO. glenn rhee

4. no luck.

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ACT ONE
(no luck)

VERONÍCA SIGHED in content as she folded another dirty shirt, glancing over as the two young boys of the group caught her eye.

She furrowed her brows a bit as she watched the two carry a large object, wrapped in tarp, towards Shane.

Getting an off energy from the man from the get-go, it wasn't a shock that she followed behind the two. Lori following behind her as she did.

As the woman reached them, she smiled a bit as she heard Carl's excited voice.

"It's an arsenal!" Carl said smiling, nodding at Rory as the pair looked between eachother before back at the man. "Rory told me about that word, it means collection of weapons!"

"That's cool, Bud. Go give 'em to Dale."

"Check this one out, It's a hatchet!"

"That's super cool. This was a really good find." Veroníca spoke seriously, looking in amazement at the weapons as well.

After that, it wasn't long before Rory picked up a weapon too. Sharing a look with his new-friend.

Their smiles only dropped when Lori finally spoke. "Don't play with those."

"They're really sharp."

"What did I just say?" Lori spoke again, a little aggravated. Which now made Veroníca's smile drop.

"Can I keep one?" At Carl's question, Rory glanced at his own mom, smiling when she nodded. Signaling he could keep one.

"Are you crazy?"

"No way. Rory gets to keep one!" Carl whined, causing Veroníca to slightly regret her decision.

"Well, i'm not Rory's mom, am I?" Lori said, bending down to fold up the arsenal.

"Shane. Shane. Tell her to let me keep one."

"Hey, man, go give them all to Dale. Now. Go." The man spoke, seeming upset with the young boy. At his tone, Rory and Carl were quick to leave.

Grabbing the arsenal, the boys made their exit. While Veroníca was following behind them, when she made it a few cars down she couldn't help but turn around, attempting to read the arguing duos lips as she did so.

While she couldn't make out what they were saying, she finally realized why she disliked Shane so much.

Despite the fact that he was not nice to Rory, he also reminded her of someone. Rory's father.

Rory's father was indescribable. Not in the positive way. In the way that made Veroníca glare at the air when she thought of him.

The way Shane attempted to cower over the women he spoke to, the way he held himself, it all reminded her of him.

And she hated it. She hated Shane, she knew it wasn't smart. Hating someone so close to the leader. She couldn't help it.

So as she finally turned around, making her way to the RV the boys disappeared into, she couldn't help but lightly shake her head. Thinking of the man.