[LANA'S POV]
"agh.." I groan, grabbing my aching head. I find myself to be in the back of Pablo's RV. I give out a huge yawn and open the door of the vehicle.
"Agh crap!" I hiss in my attempt to stand up, looking down at my stitched up thigh. God dammit, how am I supposed to walk?
"BLANE, she's awake" Pablo calls and almost instantly Blane shows up infront of me.
"you shouldn't be walking around" He urges, pushing on my shoulders, sitting me back down.
"and you shouldn't be wondering around alone at night" I sarcastically mock, making him feel bad on purpose.
"I'm sorry, just don't follow me next time - little girl" teasing me in revenge.
"ugh, just because I'm 5'3 doesn't mean I can't hurt you" I smile casually, giving him the look.
"ooh feisty, Lana"
"indeed" I nod.
"who's Amanda?" I ask curiously, tapping him on the shoulder.
"it doesn't matter"
"well obviously it does of you went out alone. You could've gotten killed and you knew that" I sigh, giving him the puppy eyes to make him tell me.
"she was my best friend. I left her behind as we were sprinting from a whole crowd of runners. Now Hanz and his men have her and I have no idea where. You know about Hanz, right?"
As he deeply sighs, he looks me in the eyes. I could see he was trying to keep it together.
"yeah I know of that phsycho. He's the one who's working on a cure so that he can sell it..right? But, why do you have connections with him?" I question, being really interested in his story.
He sighs again.
"I've been doing all sorts of tasks for him, as long as he insured I was the first ones to receive the cure, you see--"
"Wait, y-y-ou're bitten?" I quiver, my heart aching for him. He pulls up his trouser leg to reveal a bite mark on his shin.
"I was bitten a week ago. Well, 6 days to be exact..I'm still quite not sure why I haven't "turned" yet but I'm quite sure I don't have long left"
Tears build up in my eyes. I haven't known this guy long but I've made a friend and that's all that mattered.
"Blane, I--"
But before I could finish my sentence, be buried my face in his chest as he embraced me in a hug.
"I'll be fine. I'm Blane."
YOU ARE READING
Apocalypse
ActionShe has to survive. She isn't like any other girl - doesn't care how she looks, doesn't paint her nails..instead, the only thing she paints is death with the blood of the zombies which have been multiplying in her city. It's the beginning of the end...
