Never Close Your Eyes

ZBD ✨ : C. 7

| Chapter Seven |

"Addy, come look at this fungus with me."

Doc grabbed Addy by the fabric of her crow-neck's hem, moving out of earshot of me and 10K's conversation. We needed the privacy we didn't even know we wanted.

I felt relief wash over me when I knew the two wouldn't be eavesdropping on this topic--I don't know why I wanted it like this.

"You're not going." I stated, taking the opportunity like it was a loaded gun and I was facing a big Z.

"You know we can't just stay here. You said it yourself, Murphy is dangerous; he is doing something to or with Lucy."

The audacity he has, using my words against me in this type of situation.

"I don't care. I don't care about Murphy and I don't care about this damn cure anymore."

I could breathe a sigh of relief, finally getting what I had held up in my head for a couple weeks now.

All of the shit I've seen? Not one person in this whole world deserves a better life, except for Him. But he's so messed up from the apocalypse, he's going to have such bad PTSD.

10K was a lone-wolf, he's a nomad. Who's to say that if the apocalypse ended and the world rebuilt, he'd stay with me? He'd keep this journey going with me right behind him?

I don't believe in the cure. Murphy is having such extreme modifications happening to his body and his mental state.

They'd kill him trying to fix the mistakes, the side effects would drive him mad. What other reason do I have to believe in the cure? My brother is long dead.

My parents are probably already with the undead, or mercied by a unknown pass-byer that didn't think twice about who they were before the apocalypse started.

I have no one. Not a soul, but Him.

"You might feel that way, but I have a reason to give a care about that damn cure."

I looked at him almost disgusted, but my expression was soon fixed as he took a step closer to my body. His tough hands, that showed how he survived in this world, cupped the side of my neck, his thumb right under my chin.

While one hand occupied my skin, our eyes immediately connected as soon as I felt the touch of a man that knew the ways around the Sy-Fy film.

How can someone that has seen so much shit, been through so much heartbreak, be so gentle to a person like me? A person that doesn't deserve to even breathe right now.

I knew I was only trying to find a reason as to why he touched me and in such a intimate place. Maybe he doesn't need a reason. Maybe for once, he's just going on pure instinct and I am too.

Carefully, like he was waiting for my rejection, his head moved close to mine. I could hear my own pulse beat against his pinkie, my heart beating a familiar rhythm with it.

Nowadays, it seems like my breathing is always being stopped by this man.

"Don't be scared."

Passing my lips, my eyes stayed open to watch his movements with keen sights to make sure I never miss a moment with him.

"And when I tell you to run,"

The touch of his chapped lips sent my cheeks warming like a crimson night had a wind so vicious the wind had no other choice but to run pass my face.

As instinct took over my body language, I grabbed his forearms like he had actually done something impure to me.

"run."