Sammy and Martin searched for Bob in the woods..
"You know Gareth likes you.." he said with his arm still around me. I smile looking down "really? Well he's cute and all... But he's not my type and I like someone else already." Martin stops walking and smiles eagerly. "Who is it?" I smile and keep walking. " I can't tell You. It's a secret." he smirks, shaking his head running to catch up to me "Wait. Come on Sammy you can tell me. We tell each other everything remember? " Martin gently grabs my arm looking in my eyes. I look back in his and gulp. "Okay... I'll tell you. He's..." I stop mid-sentence, noticing he's leaning in closer to me smiling. Shit he's so close. I thought to myself. "He's...he's...you" I look down blushing bright red.
Martin leans even closer to my face. "oh really? " he smirks licking his lips. I can feel his hand go up along my side, but not touching me. " y-yeah " I look down, watching his hand. His other hand moves the hair out of my eyes and the other carrassing my cheek. He lifts my chin. "Sammy ..." I chew on my lip gently. "Yeah?" We look in each other eyes. "I've been wanting to do this for...a while ..." he smiles and kisses my lips gently. I can feel my heart beat quicken, my face turning red. I quickly look down then back up at him and smile. "I wish you would've kissed me sooner. " I smile and kiss him back.
Martin pulls her close, holding her hand. " we need to find Bob... Your very distracting. " I giggle "yeah well so are you."
We hear leaves move and twigs snap.
"Shh!" Martin says in a whisper, pulling me even close behind a tree. "It's Bob. " I whispers peeking around the tree. Martin looks around the tree and grabs a hold of his gun. "Sammy you stay here. I don't want you getting hurt okay?" I nod and watch him sneak up behind Bob. He knocks Bob out. Hitting him in the back,of the head, throwing him over his shoulder. "Sammy! Come on. I got him let's go." I keep my bow drawn in case of walkers or worse... Ricks group.
Martin and I get back to the school where Albert and Gareth were waiting. Bob was out cold. Not even an earthquake could wake him. We lay Bob down and begin...cutting off his leg.
