A Set Of 3 Coffins (Andrew x Reader)

Just a bit of Sleep

(Y/n) p.o.v
"Wha... What do you mean!?" Ashley yelled out. Sighing I boardly looked around. "Do you think they are willingly going to let us out? They've had months!" "I hate to say this, but she's right.." Andrew spoke out. "If they were going to let us out, they would've done it by now."
"I don't think we were ever infected with anything. If we were, they would've monitored us. Not just leave us to rot." I said looking towards the ceiling. "Then what was the plan?" Andrew asked. "I don't know, but I heard the guards talking about putting signs up. I know they said something about 2 ABs. I figured blood type." I said softly. Before any of us could respond there was a shout from a guard. "Hey, you still alive in there?" He shouted. Sighing I set the phone down and walked to the door. "You bringing food or not? You said there would be a delivery like two days ago." I spoke plainly. "Not my fault the delivery was delayed." He said before walking next door. "Of fucking course." Walking back to the phone I noticed the siblings hung up. "Fuck my life." Groaning I walked towards the kitchen. Looking for more food. "Fuck everything." My stomach was growling for food, but I didn't eat at that moment. Walking back I laid on my couch and passed out. I don't know how long I was out, but once I awoke it was dark out. Sitting up I turned on the TV. The news was on, spewing nothing but bullshit. "We're happy to say everyone who has been complaining about a food shortage had in fact gotten food!" Humming I looked around. "Then where the fuck is the food?" I spoke aloud. "This is such bull. Not an ounce of food and it's been months.." I sighed. Shutting off the TV, I make my way to my kitchen. Grabbing one of the eggs I have left, I place it on the counter. Pulling out a nonstick pan, I place it on the stove. Turning the stove on, I crack the egg into the pan. After a short moment I flip it and let the other side cook. After a few minutes I place the now fried egg onto a plate and started to eat it slowly. After my very small meal I take a sip of water and lay back onto the couch. "A plan. I need a plan...I could...no..." thinking to myself. My thoughts getting too loud, to the point I cover my ears. My consciousness fading after some time. I am only awake by my phone ringing. Sitting up I grab it and answer softly. "Hello?"
"Hey." Andrew replied just as softly. "Guessing the food wasn't enough to help out much?" I laid back down whilst speaking. "I have to admit, it wasn't much. But it fed us." He sighed. Humming softly "I know, I ate not long ago. One egg... We should come up with a plan to get out of here. Me, you, and that sister of yours." Listening to him speak was nice, after all. It had been months since I last spoke to someone who wasn't family. "Yeah. What do you have planned anyway?" He asked. Before I could reply, I started coughing. I suddenly felt sick. Dropping the phone I continued to cough. Not paying attention to the phone any longer. Running to my bathroom, I threw up. But my body was still gagging. Nothing was coming out, and my body was still trying to force out the non existent food in my stomach. After a few minutes it stopped. Breathing heavily, I flushed the toilet and wiped my mouth. "Fuck. That's...that's not good." I said stumbling. I exit the bathroom. My body swaying. I reach the livingroom before dropping to the ground. My vision going in and out. Before fulling passing out I hear my balcony door open and someone trying to talk to me. He shouted something before making his way to me. Then I was out like a light. What is with me and passing out lately?