Breath Of Death

Antidote.

We had been walking for what felt like hours and my body was more tired than ever. I studied everything I could about Tristan in the meantime. He was tall. 6 foot or so. Had dark hair. Muscular but also skinny. He wore big boots and a watch on his right wrist. That's all I could gather from him considering he had his back turned to me the whole time.
He was mute too. I could tell he was pondering in his own thoughts for the time we were walking. Then it started to rain and that's when I protested.
"I'm tired and it's cold." I yelled.
He ignored me and the rain started to pour harder. What a dick.
I picked up a pinecone from the side of the road and lunged it at him. He stopped for a moment and I saw his fists ball up but then he relaxed and kept walking. When I realized my efforts were failing I caught up to him and held his arm to make him stop. He looked back at me angered and then ripped himself from my grasp.
Fired up, I took his jacket off of me and threw it at him. I turned around and walked the other direction crossing my arms over my boobs. My hair along with everything else was soaked now and my only form of cover was his jacket but I didn't care anymore.
I heard him turn around and walk quickly behind me. Then I felt his jacket being thrown over me before he picked me up in his own two arms and carried me. I looked at him flustered but he kept his focus on the road ahead unbothered by my weight holding him down. I didn't weigh much but still. He picked me up like I was a teddy bear.
His eyes were blue and a pretty blue at that. Dreamy almost.
"Keep staring at me like that and you might fall in love."
My eyes widened at the sight of him grinning. I felt my cheeks get red too. That's never happened to me before.
"So he can speak and smile? What a shocker." I said trying to distract myself from his comment.
He looked at me and stopped. Then he let my feet hit the ground.
"Wha-"
"We're here." He cut me off.
I turned and a big white house stood behind me like a perfect dollhouse. I was confused as to why we stopped though and I turned back to look at him.
"This is my old home. I had been trying to get back to it since before the downfall."
I looked back at the big house in awe that this was his home. Mine was nothing like this. I was surprised to see how well it kept up. Most houses I've seen were run down and moldy but this one didn't look like it had any at all.
I followed him inside and he started looking through the kitchen cabinets. I stood there fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket until he came and got me.
"Chili." He said holding out an opened can of Hormel chili.
"Thanks." I took it along with the spoon he gave me and ate it. It was so good too.
We stood there in the hallway eating cans of chili in silence for a minute before he decided to walk away and head upstairs. I finished my food and followed him. He went into what looked like his parents room. I figured because of the picture frames on the dresser. I admired how happy they looked together. I could see the resemblance in Tristan.
Speaking of which, Tristan snatched up the frame I was looking at and flipped it over onto the bed. He was so agitated with me that it pissed me off so bad. Why did he drag me along with him if he doesn't like me?
I turned around and walked away. I didn't want to be around his negative ass anymore. I walked into another room and looked around. I guess it was his since everything in there was black like his soul. The bed, the curtains, the walls. Very dark just like him.
I got to the bed when I heard a bang. Then a yell. I ran out in search of him but he was downstairs standing in an office room of some sort. There was shattered glass on the carpet along with a book I'm assuming he threw. I stood on the side of the doorway ready to dodge the next one. He was fuming and I was scared to piss him off even more. Then he looked up at me.
He looked caught off guard and adjusted his posture. Then he held his head and sighed.
"You can come in. I just can't find what I'm looking for."
"What would that be?" I asked slowly walking in.
"Nothing. It's just not here and it should be but it's not."
"Someone must've taken it."
He looked up at me as if I had the cure to this apocalypse and then his brows furrowed.
"Luke."
"Luke?"
"My brother. There's no way he-" He shook his head as if he was refusing to believe himself.
"No way he what?"
"Nothing."
"What are you looking for?"
"Papers."
"What papers?"
"Research papers my dad had. He's a scientist. I need to bring them back to him."
I looked to my left to see a photo of a man in a uniform. Military. There was a combat action badge placed neatly beside the frame. The man stood tall and looked fierce. I'm guessing this man was his dad. A former soldier and a scientist. Why would a scientist still be trying to be a scientist? What is so important now that he needs those papers? Then it dawned on me.
"He's looking for a cure." I said to myself out loud.
Tristan stopped and looked at me. His eyebrows relaxed as if he realized something. Then he left the room. A few minutes later he came back throwing a big shirt at me and dragged me outside.
"Hey!" I fussed.
"We don't need the papers anymore."
"Why?" I said slipping on the shirt and grabbing my bag from him.
"We have you." He said as he started walking to the garage.
"No. You don't." If he thinks he can just take me to wherever the fuck he wants to, he's got another thing coming.
"What are you talking about?" He started getting agitated.
"I have to get back to my people." I stood firm outside of the garage letting the rain drench my clothes.
"You mean to tell me that you'd rather be with your people than save the rest of the world?" He looked at me like I was crazy.
"They need me. How would I save the world anyway?"
"You got bit by a zombie and you're still breathing. You tell me."
"I could die tomorrow."
"You could die right now if that's what you want." He ran up to me holding a gun up to my jaw lifting it up to look at him.
"For someone who wants me to save the world, you're really stupid." My eyes were fierce and I felt my lip curl as I balled my fists up.
"I don't have time for this."
Next thing I see is him lifting his free hand behind him to grab something and then injecting me in the neck with a needle. I let my eyes pierce his before I felt my body get weak and my vision get blurry before I gave up and let my body fall.