Apocalyptic Love

Chapter 2

The sun starts to rise, but I wish to lay still for just a moment longer. The night was long, and being in an unfamiliar territory has spiked my paranoia. On top of it all, the longer I go without sleep, the higher the chances are of him showing his ugly face. Suppressing a groan, I silently shift my body, and push myself onto my feet. Holding still for a moment, I stare at Ari's back, looking for any signs of her being awake. Content to find her still sound asleep, I slip my clothes on, grab a granola bar out of my pouch, and slip through the door way after once again checking I hadn't woken her up.

Once out, I let a quiet sigh slip past my lips, and head towards the wash basin again. Upon reaching it, I let out another sigh, before leaning over it and splashing water all over my face. Standing still for a moment, I lift up my shirt to wipe the excess off, and wince when my head throbs painfully, white spikes blurring my vision.

'Shit. If I don't sleep tonight, I'm fucking screwed.'

Looking around, I spot a secluded spot where I can sit, and enjoy the beginning sunrise. Settling in, I take a deep breath, and simply listen. Birds chirp their morning melodies, leaves flutter in the wind, the wind whistles softly, and for once, my heart beats slow. Peacefully watching as the sun rises, but still on guard, I wonder when I'll be free to go off on my own again.

'I heal rather quickly, but a gunshot? It might take a day or two unfortunately.'

Leaning down, I gently pull up my pant leg to look at the wound's progress. A scab covers it, and still looks rather deep. With a grunt, I shove the denim back into place. Guess I'll be stuck for a few days. Suddenly unsettled by the silence, I stand, and start gathering the things necessary to build a dummy. Heading closer to the water basin, I take my time in setting it up, and reach into my belt to unsheathe my knife once more.

'Should I be doing this with a gunshot wound? No. Do I care? Not particularly. Can I risk getting weaker? Absolutely not.'

With a snarl, and a wicked grin tearing at my lips, I rush forward and beginning my training.

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Ari awakens later in the day to the sound of wood being hacked at. She rolled over, noticing the blankets and pillows on the floor were empty, and walks outside. Perching herself on the doorframe, the position lifting her shirt slightly.

"Are you going to keep training all day or do you want to sit for a minute, Eren?" She shouts, stretching her aching body, satisfied with the way her back cracks.

Without turning, I dead-tone back, "I sat. Watched the sunrise. No need to rest again. Do you need something?" Growling, I jump at the makeshift dummy again.

"Dude your fucking leg has a bullet hole in it. I'd suggest calming down before you make it bleed more you big dicked fuckhead." She spits, walking over.

"It's almost healed. No need to worry so much." Stopping, I rip the granola bar open, and casually munch on it . "Again, need something?"

"Need something? Bitch I need you to sit your ass down and rest. There's no way in hell it's nearly healed. Let me look at it." She snaps, walking to my side and getting down on her knees. She's wearing the same shirt from last night, with a rip showing off the majority of her breasts, only this time she's not wearing a bra. She then reaches out to grab my leg.

Yanking away, I snap at her, "Don't just fucking reach for me like that, lady. I'll show you, fucking chill out, jesus." Swatting her hand away, I reach down- doing my best to ignore her blatantly obvious cleavage- and pull my pant leg up again, pointing to it. "See? The scabs are almost gone and everything."