Knowing Me, Knowing You

CHAPTER 4

—CHAPTER FOUR—

                          Akira checked the door lock for the ninth time before flopping to her makeshift bed. She fixes the imaginary crease there; wide eyes open, mind void with thoughts.

Everything is still eerily silent. The room is somehow colder than before.

An occasional sound of screen tapping filled the four walls, it started with a soft tap until it went aggressive, desperate. She sat up when her companion released a frustrated sound dropping the mobile phone on the cold floor tiles.

“I told you to rest first.” she mumbled, loud enough for the other to hear.

She didn't received an answer in return, instead the man just look at her blankly, but if you looked closely, there's a visible wild look in his eyes.

He is tired, but so do her.

Her beloved idol sat at the corner, hugging his knees, eyes fixated on her. Akira grabbed her backpack, the idol is obviously freezing, he's still wearing the same crop-top from earlier anyway. She searches for something decent clothing and tossed it.

“What the fu—”

“I have some spare blanket and pillows, you might need them. If you're hungry, I have some snacks here too.” the campus photo journalist said and went to a nearby table to put the needed things there.

An oversized hoody, a pillow and his spare blanket. She didn't forget to put two snack bar and a bottle of water.

He released a deep breathe, then quietly stood up and grabbed the things from the table. Akira stood there, breath hitching, she’s still an avid fan of the blonde man afterall. And infact, this is her third time to have a close interaction with the dancer. His blonde hair is sticking into different directions, she also saw a taint of crimson from it. It immediately went unnoticed when her eyes landed on a flat tanned stomach, she coughs awkwardly and walk silently back to her space, she made a mental note to check for a pair of slippers too now that the man is also barefooted.

She sighed again when she remembers the earlier events.

As much as the current apocalypse surprises her, the Johansson Alejandro never fails to do so.

She got no choice but to close the door, she tried stopping him but he didn't budge.

Akira bite her lips knowingly and stood in front of the door.

Then she wait.

It didn't take her less than five minutes when someone started banging the door hard, screaming loudly.

“Open this motherfucking door! Open it!”

She peaked at the peephole and saw shadows that's slowly reaching Johansson. The man left an unmanly shrieked when she grab his wrist and tug him back inside the room. Akira never moved so fast ever in her entire life. That was quite a record.

They were both catching their breath after closing the door. The both sleep afterwards, none of them said a word.

The next morning, Akira woke up with her aching stomach. She yawned as she force herself to open her eyes.

It was a good thing that she came prepared. What Brylle said was true, the contents of her back isn't for a vacation, it's for a full adventure day. But it's useful for her as a survival kit for this apocalypse. She was really lucky for bringing her portable thermos and five pieces of her favourite noodles stock.

She caught a glimpse of a pair of brown eyes staring at her warily across the room, no scratch that, the idol is actually staring at the cup noodles that she’s currently holding. She gulped and act nonchalant. She also opt to say nothing after eyeing some packaging snacks from the night before. She said nothing and grabbed another instant noodle. She then boiled some water through her portable thermos and wait.

She mentally note that they won’t be able to survive in less than two days, her snacks and instant foods are enough for one person and not enough for two hungry individuals in a middle of a zombie apocalypse.

Minutes later, she opened the lid of the two cup noodles and poured some hot water in it before covering it again. She cleared her throat, it immediately catches the attention of her companion.

“Uh… if you’re hungry, I have some uhm, spicy noodles here. Only if you want it, but if you don’t want–”

She stopped talking when the man in question stood up and sat in front of her, the man moved so fast, he didn’t care even if it’s hot and immediately devoured the soup and noodles.

‘He is that hungry…’ Akira thought.

They both sat there facing each other and ate in silence. Akira can't help it but hide her tiny smile between each slurp.

—end of chapter four—