Apocalypse | m.c

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- M I C H A E L ' S P O V - (unedited)

I'm snapped out of my daze when I hear a crackle of a twig from behind me. I spin around, my hand brushing against my rifle that hangs by my side. I'm met with a pair of green-brown eyes, wide with fear as the person crouches behind a log only a few meters away from me, completely still.

It feels like millenniums until I break eye contact, the eyes of the person dragging me closer and closer to them, the leaves under my feet crunching as I step on them. My hand still remains on my gun as I get nearer and nearer to the mysterious person.

I open my mouth to say something to her, assuming it's a female from her elegant green-brown eyes, but I'm interrupted by the sound of Scotts voice.

"Michael, I just lit my sleeve on fire, God dammit. Come use your Boy Scout skills and start the campfire!" I sigh and roll my eyes, catching the persons gaze again. I narrow my eyes at them and slowly turn my head away and walk over to where Scott stands with a dripping wet arm.

I hear a soft exhale of relief coming from the person.

I question myself, why did I let her, or him, go? I guess it's a question I'll ask myself everyday, because I can't seem to find any sort of answer.

- M A C Y ' S P O V -

"Michael, I just lit my sleeve on fire, God dammit. Come use your Boy Scout skills and start the campfire!"

Michael. His name is Michael.

I struggle to remove my eyes from the mans strong built face. My breathing is still light as I find difficulty filling my lungs with oxygen.

He's handsome.

Shut up conscience.

I exhale when I watch him turn on his heels and walk towards the blond man, and before I realise what I'm doing, I slowly expose myself from behind the fallen tree. But he is walking too fast, the wind breaking through his thin hair as he practically jogs away from me.

I risked my life by revealing myself to him but all he does is walk away...

I mentally punch myself in the throat for being so stupid. I could've been killed by this stranger but luckily he didn't see me.

Is it lucky?

I see him stop in his tracks, and slightly turn his head. Michael must've known I showed myself. He opens his mouth to speak, my breath hitching in my throat, not ready for whatever he's about to say.

"If I ever see you following us again, I swear to god I won't hesitate to slit your throat."

And with that, he left without another word.

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