•𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙• Z.M X READER

Chapter 7.

I feel someone pull me up out of the water and I gasp for air, finally being able to breathe again,
The sun shines painfully bright in my eyes and the air feels sharp to breathe.

"You're okay, I told you I've got you" Zach speaks in my ear as he helps me swim to the shore where Gray resides,
Phew We're finally on dry....well moist land,

I start hysterically laughing, trying to comprehend everything that just happened and the fact that we survived it all,

Zach and Gray look at me, confusion laced on the two boys face but eventually they give in and start laughing along with me,

"We did it we jumped!" Zach speaks ecstatically, high fiving his brother, the adrenaline still pumping through our bodies and for a minute this interaction makes me forget all about the grave danger we just faced.

I smile at the proud, older brother and he looks back at me, his eyes lingering a little longer then they were meant to,

We get up and dust ourselves off,
We walk for what feels like forever, most of the trip in silence apart from the occasional "are you okay?" Or "are you sure you're not hurt?" Followed by the rolling of eyes, As we continue to attempt to process what had just witnessed and endured, or as we individually try to come up with a foolproof plan in our heads,

"This isn't real" I think to myself shaking me head, accidentally muttering it out loud and breaking the overdue silence,

"Sorry to break it to you sweetheart... but it is" Zach sighs placing his arm around my shoulder as he traces his fingers up and down my upper arm and looks down at me,

"No, it's not" I shake my head vigorously,
"slap me or something" I half joke half demand,

Instead of slapping me he turns to me gently cupping my cheeks with his rough calloused hands, looking at me like I'm an fragile ornament which could break any second, I wouldn't mind if he slapped me to be honest.
"We'll be okay, some how... we always are" he reassures me as he breaks away from our brief skin to skin contact and continue walking,

"I mean... this is what's bound happen, when you bring dinosaurs back to life and throw them on an island and call it a tourist attraction" I say shrugging my shoulders as Zach chuckles at my newest theory,

I look down and realise that somewhere along the line I had subconsciously wrapped my fingers around Zachs pinky finger, holding it out of need for comfort,
(Alexa, play daddy issues by the neighbourhood)

"Welp, this is definitely a story to tell our kids"  i mumble under my breath, not taking into careful consideration my choice of words before it's too la-
"Our?" He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow,

I enter panic mode,
"Well- I- you- that's not what I-"
"1 boy and 1 girl, we'll move somewhere south, since you always complain how the cold weather makes your complexion pasty, then during Christmas we can drive back home..y'know visit our families, I'll let you control the radio, because you Insist god graced you with the better music taste, then we'll-"
he looks back up at me realising he's gone on a tangent, more worryingly he's planned our whole future together.

"Wishful thinking huh?" He asks me worried he's scared me off,
I give a reassuring smile, and shake my head playfully,

But as I go to open my mouth, Gray picks up something ahead of us, the little boy looks to us alarmed, so we scrap any past conversations and pick up our pace, i reluctantly let go of Zachs finger and we jog over to see what he's found.

In his hands sits a helmet split in half and covered in blood, it's old and rusted and reeks of history and not the good kind,
He starts hyperventilating at his find,