→ my name is lana snyder and this is my story on what happened at the end of the world. we were invaded and it was a mass instinctive event. but somehow i was one of the survivors.
- the 5th wave
→ started : 12/22/22 - finished : 3/17/23
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six weeks later, zombie and i grew closer a lot closer if you'd ask me. i still haven't told him how my family specifically died. especially tommy. we were sitting on the bathroom floor. "what's the dog tag for?" he asks. "someone that i grew close with during my four months in the woods." i simply say not adding the romance part.
he nods in an understanding way. he then looked at me again, my eyes set on the wall. "there was this girl in my class. she looked like you, i think about her everyday. when the first wave happened, she looked out the window and when the cars crashed, planes fell she starting crying. i still wonder why. i think she was just scared or in shock." zombie said speaking up. i look over at him, the eyes. the brown eyes of the guy that tried to help me.
i stood up, he grabbed my wrist lightly, "my name is ben. ben parish." he continued, my eyes widened. ben parish. the guy that cassie has liked since the third grade. i never put a face to his name because i didn't care to. "why'd you tell me that?" i asked nor pulling my wrist out of his hand, he stood up, his hand still wrapped around my wrist. "because i think you know who i am." zombie continues. "you're her. the girl i've been thinking about aren't you?" he asks.
"fine! yes dammit! i didn't know who you are, i just know your name because cassie had this damn crush on you, never cared to put a face to your name. so before you think this whole time i was looking for the 'oh so handsome, popular ben parish' i wasn't." i stated hastily, i didn't mean for it to come out rude. but him bringing up that day made the memories flush into my mind.
he looks at me with those damn beautiful brown eyes again, this time softly, i didn't notice but i had tears in my eyes. "my dad was a pilot, he was flying his plane home when the first wave hit." i blurt out a tear streamed down my cheek. it happened all so quick, but he pulled me into a hug, i needed that. i needed it so damn bad. but then i realized, i pulled away, "stop that!" i shout.
"what?"
"making me care about you."
"what's wrong with caring?"
"it gets you killed. and if you don't die the person you care for does. that's the harsh reality, zombie. or ben. or whoever you are. you made me care." i say wanting to just slap him but i don't. he reaches out, grabs my hand before pulling me in, his lips connect with mine. i pull away. "stop."
"do you really want me to?" he asks smirking now. "no. yes. maybe. no." i say before pressing my lips on his. then he pulls away, "i've been wanting to do that for a long time." he says with a quiet laugh. my cheeks go a flustered pink.
