Survivor

Walking down a decollate rode, you find your stomach knotting with hunger. You were all alone, suddenly without any warning your vision start to blur.'No! Not now!' You curse at yourself, angry for not grabbing your medication from the shelf back at your house, while your heard the screams of your family, being ripped apart limb by limb. You managed to slip away without being seen by the undead.

You fall to your knees struggling to walk because of a mixture of dizziness and confusion. Before your vision fades, gun shots could be heard to your left making you turn your head feebly to see a brown haired, grass green eyed man. And then. Darkness.

Awakening, you feel sleepy and exhausted.
"G'mornin"
A raspy voice echos around the tin wall of your surroundings, quickly turning you head behind you, you see the same man you saw before you blacked out. His emerald green eyes studying you.

"W-where am I?"
You asked warily, scanning your eyes around the confinement. You see a table and chair in the left far hand corner and another table next to your bed with multiple ammunition and weapons upon it.

"You, my dear, are somewhere safe."
He answered, brushing a lone strand of dark brown hair from his eyes and leaning foreword, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Where is safe?"
You questioned again, you voice sounding smaller than you would have liked.

"No need to be scared,"
He says, his voice soft and comforting.
"You should rest, you fell pretty bad back there."
As he speaks, I begin to actually feel safe, but then the realist side of me kicked in.
"I barely know you, how do you expect me to be fall asleep with no worries that you'll bash my head in?"
I exclaimed. He looked at me, rather taken aback by my sour attitude.
"Hey, listen! You better be happy I saved your ass back there!"
He growled, his green eyes becoming more of a Jade colour rather than it's calm, cool emerald.

He de-clenched his fists, sighing deeply.
"Alright I'll leave, but you better have a better attitude when you wake up."
He said standing up from his chair, turning to leave.

As he started to walk to wards the door, I just realised that I didn't even know is name.
"C-can I ask you something?"
I asked, he stopped and turned to face me.
"Pj..."
He replied, smiling at me.
"I'm y/n"
You reply sending him back a small smile.