Zombpocalypse in the Making

Chapter 11~ I Never Was Very Good At Mathematics

Zombpocalypse In The Making

Chapter 11~ I Never Was Very Good At Mathematics

Bryan's POV

I sighed for the eighth time in the last five minutes, hating being stuck in the spacious, yet cramped, bunker. Everyone else was busy talking to each other, but I was too busy thinking. Typically when I thought, I would pace, or walk around the woods, but being stuck in one freaking room was really getting to me. Especially since on top of all of that, I was majorly claustrophobic. I could practically feel the walls pressing in on me. It was like the gun store all over again, and I'd only barely avoided a panic attack then.

I only managed because Kara was there and somehow my body and mind realized we shouldn't scare her. I was sure this time would be different. There were more people, and I wasn't exactly comfortable in a crowd. I laid back on the bed, closing my eyes tightly and trying to block everyone else out. If I could only focus on one thing, I would end up being alright, minus the panic attack. But seeing as I was having trouble, I was going to need James soon. He was the only one who knew how to help my attacks from claustrophobia.

I stood up, bolting to the door before anyone could say anything. After checking to make sure I still had my silenced pistol, I pulled the door open and stumbled out into the hall. I roamed the halls, trying to breathe deeply as I found my way toward wherever James was. I passed a room that had Mr. and Mrs. Delaney in it, ignoring them and pressing on. When I rounded the corner I stopped, watching Chrysanthemum and James goof off as they unloaded the truck. Instead of saying anything, I sighed in relief at the open door to outside. I bolted through it, startling both James and Chrissy. Once I made it outside and out of the way of the door, I collapsed in happiness, laying on my back in the dirt.

Footsteps sounded at my feet, and a small giggle followed soon after. "You look funny, Bry. You alright?"

I coughed, nodding my head when I realized my voice would be rough from the labored breathing I'd endured. Sitting up, I rubbed my chest where it hurt still. I looked to see Chrysanthemum standing only a foot from me, the sunlight hitting her just right to make her look angelic, and her hair waving gently in the breeze. My heart fluttered just at how she looked, and I realized that, if James ever hurt her, I'd be right here waiting on her. I was a terrible friend.

I glanced at my shoes, clearing my throat. "Yeah, I'm good. Just not coping with the small space very well. I had a bad enough time at the gun shop and in the truck, but now..."

"I understand." She bit her lip, a sad smile gracing her beautiful features as she moved to sit beside me. "Too many people in too small of a space, right?"

"Yeah, that is exactly it." I bit the inside of my cheek, hoping I could just change the subject. "So why didn't James come out here?"

"He did." She smiled at me, nodding her head to the top of the truck where a very serious James was perched, holding a sniper rifle and scanning the woods around us. I smiled brightly, shaking my head with a laugh. "He thought he'd watch from up there to make sure we were both alright."

"He's a really great guy." I cleared my throat again, and glanced at her. "A great friend. Tell me again why you don't want to actually date him..."

"If I get too attached before this is over, and he dies..." she started, trailing off. But she didn't need to finish her sentence, because I knew exactly why. She would be heartbroken. She smacked her knee, standing up and extending a hand to me. "Come on. Help us finish unloading the truck."

I grabbed her hand and stood up, not actually pulling. "Thanks. Hey, J, come down here!"

"One second." He stared hard in one direction. "Can you see if that over to your left is alive or a zombie? I don't want it to be a living person and accidentally kill them, you know?"