Never Close Your Eyes

ZBD ✨ : C. 3

| Chapter Three |

Though I knew he was right behind me, I could hear the chains of trout being adjusted; the thick metal chain, for obvious reasons, was here to help him carry it better.

Too bad we don't have any brown bags to help, like at a grocery store. I'm starting to really miss the old days. I wonder what it would've been like right now.

Would I be planning a secret getaway with my friends, or would I be in class dreaming of the apocalypse?

He could hear my words, even though we were on our own little side. The rattle was not too loud and I wasn't that far from him.

"Not really. Just collapsing on top of you. I saw Warren a couple times, here and there. Heard some of the nurses chat. You."

I shimmed into my jeans, buttoning the metal circle. I sat down for the next part of my dressing: the socks and shoes.

"That's it?"

"Pretty much. Why?"

My shoulders tensed at the question, but I slowly calmed my anxiety about the moment we had shared, one-sided moment. He doesn't remember.

"Just curious, I guess."

He doesn't remember telling me his government name is Tommy. Was him telling me a complete accident, then? Was he just that out of it, he thought I was someone else?

Whoever he thought I was, they're a lucky person. I finished lacing my boots up, standing my full height with my back still turned to the male companion.

"Let's get back to the group. I'm hungry." I played it off with a famous smile.

Secretly, I wanted to run off the ledge and see if I would break my leg or hit a rock to start a internal bleed. It would hurt, a lot, but maybe it would be worth it.

He didn't remember the moment we shared when he was sick, but maybe that's something to take into consideration--he was sick and delusional.

Maybe it was an accident--our moment. I shouldn't have expected so much from a dying man. Along the trail we had found earlier today, 10K suddenly stopped walking from beside me.

Immediately, my pace halted as well. When he dropped to his knees, I did the same but crawled towards him. What's out there?

What did he see? My eyes searched for a Z, a runner, a Blaster. Something. I couldn't find even an animal as small as a rabbit.

"Take this to the group. I'll catch up with you, stay on the trail."

What?

"Where are you going? I want to go with you."

"I found something." He mumbled before handing me the smelly fish.

To make sure I wouldn't have to clean more than I already had to, I caught the fish as he jogged off into the woods.

His feet stepped softly against the leaf crunches and I realized that it was probably best I didn't go hunting with him.

I would've broken more sticks than the deer, or animal, he saw. I shrugged to myself, standing up to my feet. I walked back to the group by myself with the chain of trout swinging from behind me.

"We caught some trout." I announced my arrival, holding up the meal caught by me and 10K.

Mainly 10K, but I put more work into this.

"Oh, kiddo, you guys are some good luck! Where's 10K at?" Doc questioned our sniper's whereabouts, noticing the absence of his son-figure quicker than the amount of fish we speared for.