Burnt Skies Filled with Love

4 | Basement

All around me all I heard was the sound of the building collapsing around us. I wasn't sure if we would survive. There might have been a small percentage that we do, but on the other hand, I did not have high hopes.

On one hand, I had a big beefy man hovering above me, refusing to make eye contact with me. It made no sense, one second I'm getting yelled at that I'd be left behind. Then next thing I know I'm being protected by that same person.

Either way, I was waiting to be crushed to death. Never thought I would go out this way. I would have rather died on the battlefields. Pierson is most likely the same way. With all these thoughts on my mind, I completely forgot about my leg.

After what felt like hours, Pierson started to pull himself away from me. After being covered from the light it took me awhile to get my eyes readjusted.

"Are you okay?" Pierson asked while looking over at me.

"Just thriving," I rolled my eyes gently and pushed myself off of the wall. "Let's find a way out."

"You're bleeding," He commented. I ignored him and just pushed forward, ignoring all the pain.

All around us, there was rubbish. Broken stone from the building and wooden beams. Yet, all stairways were blocked off, and of course, there were no windows. All the sunshine we got was from cracks in the wall.

"Y/l/n, will you just fucking stop for a moment?!" He raised his voice a bit. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him.

"Oh? So you do know my name?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"I've always known your name. Now just stop moving, you're obviously in pain." Pierson sighed and shook his head gently.

"What happened to leaving me behind huh? You don't care about me."

"Well, we aren't exactly getting out of here while you're injured." he pointed out while putting some of his stuff down on the floor. "Better get comfy because you clearly won't let me help you," He breathed out and sat down on the floor.

"I am perfectly fine, some stings of pain aren't going to kill me," I argued back.

"An infection will," He simply answered back. I let out an annoyed groan and turned my back towards him. 

I cannot believe him right now. What the hell was even going on? Where's the blood risen voice?! Why is he acting all soft and caring? Gah, this asshole. I let out a soft breath and brought my hand up to take off my helmet. I dropped it down on the ground with a thud before dropping everything else.

"If you aren't going to help me look for a way out, I'll just do it myself," I grumbled towards him. I wasn't about to die down here because he gave up.

"Good luck," he answered back. I shook my head and took a quick glance at him. That asshole. I sucked in a breath and started to pushed myself up some debris to find any sort of way out of here.

Pushing myself over a wall of debris I landed on my feet. Soon pain shot up through my leg and I finally looked down at the injury. Sure enough, there was fresh blood on my pants. I knew Pierson was right about me, but I didn't want him to be right.

I ignored the thoughts running through my mind and walked around the open area, some stones and wood chips around the floor but it was better then the small room where Person was. If I had to guess we will probably be down here for the night... Starving... Thirsty... Stop it... Have positive thoughts.

"Hey Sergeant, there's more space over here!" I called out to Pierson. I heard the shuffling of bags and helmets being picked up, before seeing them being thrown over the wall of debris. I shook my head and picked up some of my stuff and found a spot to sit down to dig through my bag.