Apocalypse Now

Chapter 18: Over Analyse

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It was quiet as usual. I had my bow out, bolt loaded in the string, ready just in case, so I wandered looking for trails, moving further into the trees. I felt a small bit of relief being out here. No walkers, no people to distract me, just myself. Its like I could breathe again. It was hard to match the freedom I felt when I was stalking through the woods on my own.

As I made my way through the trees I had a feeling I was being followed. And I was pretty sure I knew who it was. I kept moving forward, hoping he would decide to turn back and leave me be. But I could feel him getting closer.

Ten minutes later he was still on my tail, silently following me. I tried several times to lose him but he's not easy to fool. I sighed defeated, I wanted to get this fight over and done with so I could go back to my solitude.

“Why you following me Dixon?” I said a little angrily. I heard him stop behind me. He probably thought I didn't know or was going to follow me till I caught him.

“Well?” I said turning to face him, a hard look on my face.

He sighed. “What's goin' on with you, yer' avoidin' me...Why?” he said with furrowed brows, running a hand through his hair. He seemed nervous.

I raised an eyebrow, “What you wanted” I said coldly, starting to walk the trail I had been following.

“T'hells that supposed ta mean?” he said getting frustrated.

I froze, turning to face him, anger and hurt bubbling on the surface. “Other night...had me in a choke hold, said you weren't interested, I was pathetic and to fuck off. Ring any bells? And for the record, I was told the room was free, I didn't know you were there!” I said harshly, turning back around to walk off, he caught my arm and roughly pulled me back. I tried to free myself from his grasp. His grip holding me tight and in place.

“I said that to Carol...”

I cut him off, “No! It was me!” I seethed.

His face fell, “I'm sorry” he mumbled, “I thought...”

I tried again to pull from his grasp but failed. “Yeah well you were wrong...”

He responded by gripping me tighter, pulling me against him, his lips then crashing into mine.

I was shocked and didn't respond, standing completely caught off guard. I had been so mad at him a minute ago and now he was kissing me. He bought his other hand to my face, waiting for me to respond. His lips moving against mine, slowly, teasing me, trying to coax a response.

He froze, his lips still on mine and I gave in, kissing him back. I could feel him smirking as I gave in. He reacted with more fire this time. The kiss quickly heating up, our breathing ragged.

He slowly pulled away, resting his forehead on mine, our breathing still heavy.

“I've been wantin' ta do that all week” he growled. I couldn't help but smile. He pulled back further and had a look of worry on his face, running his hand through his hair. I wasn't sure what to expect now. Last time he looked like this, he bolted out of the tent and didn't speak to me for several days. I dropped my face, waiting for him to retreat.