ᴜɴᴅʏɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ || ✔

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   "Run, Anna!" The blond shouted from the bed of the truck. Her footfalls were drowned out by the decaying shrieks hot on her heels, trying to keep up with the speeding vehicles.
   "Why did you arseholes take off without me?!" She snarled, stumbling on her feet when a flash of green momentarily blinded her. "Out of all the vehicles you could've bloody chosen!" She shouted to the open window of the Jeep that was keeping up with the baby blue truck. "You just had to choose the fucking eyesore!"
   "Would you have preferred the one with no fucking doors, sis!?" Her sister shouted from the Jeep's driver seat.
   "I honestly would have preferred if NASA couldn't fucking see it!" Anna retorted through gritted teeth.
   "Fuck off, Hopper!"
   The Jeep Wrangler was neon green in colour, and thankfully, still had all of its doors. Of course, her sister just had to choose something that kept blinding her with the bright sunlight above her head.
   When they'd discussed the plan that morning, this wasn't what she had in mind.
   The plan had been to get another vehicle, of course, but not something that was neon fucking green. The bloody Jeep stood out like a sore thumb.
   BANG!
   A gasp left her lips when slime splattered across her cheek, and she turned to watch the walker at her side stumble and fall. Its head presently missing from its shoulders. She turned to meet the ravenette's gaze when he cocked the shotgun in his grasp, holding himself out of the Jeep's passenger window with a scowl.
   "Thank you," she mouthed in relief, and he offered her a nod.
   "C'mon!" The blond shouted again, and she met his gaze, desperately reaching for his outstretched hand when he braced himself on the open tailgate. "Keep her steady, Tosh!"
   "Got it!" The tired male called back from the cab of the truck. "Just grab her, Blondie!"
   "I'm fucking trying, asshole!" Denki harshly shouted over his shoulder. "C'mon, sweets! Grab my hand!"
   "I'm trying, Denks!" She squeaked, stumbling over her feet. She reached for his outstretched hand again, stretching her body as best as she could while on her feet. "I can't reach!"
   "Keep trying!" The blond's voice was desperate. His amber eyes were wide in a panic while he desperately reached for her. She reached for him again, jumping over an uneven part of the tarmac before their hands connected.
   He tightened his grip on her wrist, reaching to haul her into the bed.
   "Gotcha!" He said loudly, and she flew with a yelp when he yanked her off her feet.
   She collided with his chest, and the blond winced loudly when they collided with the back of the cab.
   "The fuck was that?!" Hitoshi snarled from the driver's seat.
   "Relax, man!" The blond called back, refusing to release his arms from around her.
   "Don't tell me to fucking relax, Denks!"
   "Fuck," the engineer uttered, burying his face in her hair. "You scared the shit out of me, sweets."
   Her breaths were shaky, burying her face into his t-shirt. "I'm alright," she promised, pulling back to meet his gaze and she cupped his cheek which was quickly starting to bruise. "Are you alright? You hit the cab fairly hard."
   "Someone talk to me!" Hitoshi snarled. "What the fuck is going on back there?!"
   "I'm fine, Sunshine," the blond promised. "Get us out of here, Tosh! I got her!"
   "'About fucking time!" The tired male growled from the driver's seat. "Vix! Follow the truck!"
   "We're right behind you, Hitoshi!" Her sister called back from the Jeep.
   "Hold on, guys!" The tired male growled, jerking the wheel, and the pair in the bed flew with a shared yelp when the tires squealed on the tarmac when they turned a sharp corner. The blond's weight was damn near crushing her into the floor of the bed, holding her down while they sped through the streets.
   "You could've given us more of a warning than that, Toshi!" Denki shouted from above her. His grip on her hip tightened, and she flinched.
   "Sorry!" The tired male called back. "Hold on tight, guys! We gotta lose these fuckers first!"
   She looked up to watch the horde stumble over one another trying to reach the truck. The blond jumped to his feet, and she sat up to watch him reach for the edge of the tailgate, pulling back hard to slam it shut.
   "Was that the tailgate?!"
   "Yeah!" The blond called over his shoulder. "It was just me, man!"
   "We gotta lose these fuckers!" The tired male called back with a low growl.
   "No kidding, hombre!" Hanta shouted from the passenger seat of the Jeep, and she turned when another shot was fired into the horde. "This shit wasn't worth it!"
   "At least we got the fucking Jeep, Hanta!" The blond snarled.
   "But at what cost, Blondie?!" The ravenette yelled, gesturing to the horde with his free hand incredulously.
   "That's enough!" Anna snarled. Her nerves were still at their peak, and the childish argument was starting to annoy her. "You two are acting like fucking children!" She shouted, meeting the blond's wide-eyed stare. "None of us expected this to happen! What we can do is try to bloody survive!" She turned to the cab of the truck. "Hito! Make a sharp right!"
   "Hold on tight!" The tired male called, and she roughly pulled the blond down so he didn't stumble while on his feet.
   The pair hit the floor of the bed with a shared yelp, and she held on to him tightly. His arms wrapped around her body to hold her close, swerving them around to grip the edge of the bed to hoist them into a seating position.
   Not once did the blond release her.
   "Thanks, babe," he said softly into her hair, and she met his gaze with a shaky breath.
   "Anytime."
   The tires squealed on the tarmac when the truck turned onto another street, jolting the pair, and she held on to the blond when she started to slip. The Jeep wasn't far behind them when she turned to peer over her shoulder.
   Fuck. How were they supposed to lose this bloody horde? They were practically snapping at their heels. Each was as fast as the next.
   "I've never seen a horde this determined," the blond's voice pulled her back from her thoughts, turning to meet his gaze. "Usually they just fuck off after a while."
   "And I doubt they'll be backing down anytime soon," she sighed, turning to sift through their supplies before she grabbed a case to haul it open. "Hito! I'm using your bloody shotgun!"
   "Go for it, Kitten!"
   She cocked the shotgun, unlocked the safety and she aimed into the horde before she squeezed the trigger. The kickback of the gun was enough to force a pained shout from her lips.
   "Anna!"
   "I'm fine, Denks!" She said quickly, turning the shotgun on another walker that was getting far too close to the bed. She shifted her weight to her knees, squeezing the trigger again. "Please tell me you grabbed a few pistols, Hito!"
   "They're in the shotgun case!"
   She cocked the shotgun before squeezing the trigger again. The walker's head exploded from its shoulders and it dropped. "Denks! Grab a pistol!"
   "Are you nuts, babe?!" The blond shouted. "I've never shot a gun before!"
   "You're about to bloody learn!" She snarled. "Now grab a fucking gun!"
   She heard the rustling of the shotgun case before the blond's shaky breath reached her ears. She grabbed the pistol from the blond, locking the safety on the shotgun.
   "The safety is on!" She said quickly when he took the shotgun with wide eyes. "Reload it for me!"
   He nodded quickly, fumbling for the shells.
   She cocked the pistol, clicking off the safety before she aimed at another fast-approaching walker.
   Click— Fuck!
   "You didn't load the bloody pistols, Toshi!"
   "How the fuck was I supposed to know we'd be knee-deep in shit, Kitten!?"
   "You could've at least ensured they were fucking loaded, Hito―!"
   BANG!
   She turned to the sound with wide eyes, meeting the blond's wide-eyed gaze when the walker's head exploded, splattering brownish blood across the side of the truck.
   "Holy shit," he uttered, rolling his shoulder. "That shit fucking hurts."
   "Nice shot," she praised, and he offered her a sheepish smile. She slid across the bed of the truck when they took another sharp turn to grab one of the magazines. She shoved it into the bottom of the pistol and cocked it.
   She aimed with a low growl and squeezed the trigger.
  Pop! The walker dropped, smearing brownish slime across the edge of the tailgate.
   Finally! She couldn't help but think in relief.
   The flash of green in the corner of her eye and a startled yelp made her turn to squeeze the trigger, and Hanta flew back into the Jeep with a shout when the walker released his shotgun.
   "¡Gracias!" He called in relief when he cocked his shotgun again.
   "Don't mention it!" She called back with a laugh that surprised her. God, she must've lost her mind at this point.
   "Tosh!" The blond called over his shoulder, cocking the shotgun in his grasp again. "We gotta get out of the city!"
   "No fucking shit, Blondie!" The tired male snarled over his shoulder. "Brace yourselves!"
   The pair in the bed held on to the edges of the truck to brace themselves when Hitoshi jerked the wheel. They turned a sharp corner on the freeway, swerving to avoid an abandoned car on the turn-off.
   Anna turned to watch the Jeep follow close behind them, slamming into half of the horde to make room to follow the truck. She could see her sister's annoyed expression from where she was seated and Vixen looked like she was arguing with Hanta, gripping his t-shirt with one hand to keep him in place.
   "I won't be held responsible if we lose a fucking door, amor!" She briefly heard her sister's angered shout from inside the Jeep.
   "Step on it, love!" Anna shrieked, turning to the tired male in the cab and watched the gauge jump to over 150 on the dash when they flew down the road. "Vixen! Look out!" She screamed when the Jeep started falling behind.
   Her sister looked up with wide eyes, swerving around an abandoned car and her blood ran cold when the Jeep almost flipped. The vehicle swerved on the road while her sister desperately tried to get the vehicle under control.
   "This is why I don't let you drive, Àngel!" Hanta's shout was loud in the Jeep, far louder than the fading screams of decaying vocal cords.
   "Fuck off, Han! Just be glad we aren't upside down!"
   A stuttered breath left Anna's lips, hanging her head in relief. "Thank God," she whispered, and the blond collapsed at her side.
   "I really didn't think they'd survive that," he uttered with wide eyes, and she nodded, looking up to watch the Jeep speed up until the road opened into two lanes.
   "Take the lead, Vix!" Hitoshi called through the open driver window to the Jeep. "We'll cover you guys from back here!"
   "Got it!" The eyesore of a vehicle swerved in front of them to keep flying down the road. "Speed up, Tosh!" Her sister called from the Jeep, waving from the driver's seat.
   Anna watched the gauge on the dashboard jump to 200 when Hitoshi put the pedal to the floor.
   "Hold on tight back there!" The tired male growled. "At this speed, I could lose control!"
   "Not shit!" The blond yelped when the truck jolted. Anna took the shotgun from him when the horde began to fade into the distance. She locked the safety before returning the shotgun and pistol to their bag.
   "We lost them!" She called loudly.
   "Thank fuck!" Hitoshi snarled from the driver's seat. "This isn't what I had in mind when I woke up this morning."
   "None of us did, Tosh!" The blond scoffed, catching himself on the edge of the truck with a yelp.
   "Get us to safety, love," Anna said softly, crawling across the bed to help Denki steady himself.
   "Hold on tight, guys," the tired male huffed as he switched gears.
   Of course, their bloody truck just had to be a stick shift. Anna rolled her eyes with a sigh, turning to help the blond calm his nerves. His hands were shaking, and there was a smear of brownish blood across his cheek.
   "Relax, love," she soothingly said, clasping his hands in her own.
   He pulled her forward without warning to encase her in his arms, and she melted with a breath of relief. She grasped his t-shirt in a tight fist, burying her face into his chest.
   "Fuck," he uttered under his breath, tightening his hold on her to bury his face in her hair. "That was wild."
   She couldn't help but giggle, pulling back ever so slightly to meet his gaze. "Far different than being stuck inside with your machines, isn't it?"
   He bobbed his head through his laughter. "Yeah, no kiddin'."
   "Welcome to the Apocalypse, Denks."
   His laughter rang in her ears when he tilted his head back. "Yeah," he sighed wistfully, meeting her gaze after a moment. "I think I prefer my machines, babe."
   Hitoshi's loud snort of laughter from inside the truck caught their attention. "Sucks you won't find any of that shit out here, Blondie," the tired male laughed.