Nobody's POV
Nick was an addict before everything happened. Before the dead started to come back. Y/n was his girlfriend. His sober girlfriend. She knew of his addiction, but loved him regardless of it. She loved him despite all his struggles. But now, things have changed...
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When the apocalypse started, Nick and Y/n were separated. Nick ended up with his parents and Alicia, but Y/n needed up alone. She hated being alone.
A month or two after, Y/n fell into this group of druggies. A bad group. It was there that she was introduced to Heroine. That soon became her best friend.
She was alone in this world, but in Heroines, she wasn't.
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Nick's POV
I've been clean for over a few months now. I couldn't be prouder of myself.
But, being clean meant I remembered a lot of regrets. I regretted not being with Y/n, and that was my worst regret.
My mom, Alicia, and a few others from the group we ran with including myself, were on a run today. Trying to grab everything we needed.
We saw this big warehouse, we decided to take a look. What harm could be done. As my mom walked in, she turned to me. "Maybe it's best you stay out here." She said, I wasn't expecting that. "Mom, it's fine. I'll be okay." I reassured her. She nodded, and we all walked in.
I saw people, passed out, on mattresses. It was a drug den. I saw why she didn't want me in here. But I needed to help.
We walked around, Alicia was close to me. I looked bed to bed, not knowing why, but I had the most gut wrenching feeling in that moment.
I looked to my left and realized why. "Y/n?!" I ran over to a bed, which laid y/n, clearly on something. She opened her eyes slightly seeing me but not comprehending what she saw. Her eyes rolled back and I picked her up out of the bed, taking her to the car we brought outside, my mom following me concerned.
"Y/n?" I laid her down on the backseat. She mumbled quietly before turning over and vomiting. "Shit", I said to myself rubbing her back for comfort.
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We drove back to camp and I carried y/n to my empty bed. I laid her down and covered her with my blankets.
I rubbed her back, hoping that she would wake up slightly sober soon.
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The next morning I woke up to crashing in the room. "Y/n?" I sat up, I saw her holding a gun, freaking out. "Woah! Y/n it's me, Nick." I held my hands up. "Nick..." she said in a very dry voice. "Nick." She ran to me, dropping the gun, wrapping her arms around me. She cried and cried in my arms.
I sat down with her on the bed, "What happened y/n?" I asked her, moving her hair out of her face which was covered in pick marks. "I thought you were dead." She cried.
She scratched at her arms and I looked to see black dots. Heroine. "Y/n, what happened to you?.." I started to get tears in my eyes. "I was alone. I thought I was alone." She sobbed into my chest.
She cried for hours...
