Never Close Your Eyes

TC 🔒 : C. 38

|| Chapter Thirty-Eight ||

Hands braced her body weight as they made columns on either side of Murphy's waist, attempting to sit her own weight up.

The need to try and become bigger than her only opponent was stronger than realizing she was practically hovering over Murphy, intimately.

In her mind, she felt like the Z would pounce on her weaker body at the sight of the slightest brick crumbling from the one wall that kept both safe: Murphy.

On the surface of everything, Murphy and (Y/N) knew that it was the same man she argued wasn't shit, was the one protecting her now.

"He won't hurt you." He vowed to his acquaintance, reading the fear off her body language and the edge in her voice.

To him, it looked like there was two primitive animals locked up with him. Carefully, as if she felt like the Z would think any eye movement would be too quick, (Y/N) looked back at the snarling Z.

Covered in blood around it's mouth and drool that no doubt had traces of someone else's DNA, she could tell what this Z use to do before his life was forfeited. If he was still alive, she knew that a mechanic would've had better chances against her.

Soft fingertips grazed the handle of knife, when suddenly a rougher hand gripped her tiny wrist.

From Tyler's view, he could feel the shift in the air; anger and possessiveness began to make prickling sensations throughout his whole body, which did nothing but alert Murphy.

'I don't like this. I don't like her.' Tyler repeated it like a mantra, knowing Murphy could hear his warning.

Murphy tried his best to calm his emotions at the warning Tyler was giving him, but he knew that (Y/N) didn't trust him enough to fully relax in the company of the undead.

"He's not hurting you, and he won't hurt you." Murphy released the light pressure he had locked onto the young girl, knowing that violence was something she craved and knew well of.

So, he needed to show her the opposite. Semi sitting up from the fall, he released her wrist slowly, as if he was afraid she'd still attempt to make a move in his hand's absence.

He could see it in her eyes that killing Tyler was now on the top part of her list, but between Tyler's chanting and worry about Hell breaking loose, the headache was what could bring his extinction.

"Murphy, the moment you lose control, he'll come after me." (Y/N) hissed out her own warning, but luckily for the mind reader, it wasn't a chant.

Briefly, their eyes met and Murphy, for once in his life, tried to be reasonable when it came to her emotions. He knew she was scared, worried and confused.

He had been the same way; he didn't fault her for that. But he needed her to listen, to trust him again.

In the head of the young girl, her life was in a threatening environment , and if her life was in danger, that means Murphy loses a body to protect his.

She couldn't understand the control or the obedience between the two, but she knew how much trust she had in him despite feeling like he would actually protect her.