April x Dylan

Chapter 1: April

"April! Are you okay?" Dylan yells over his shoulder. 

"Of course, I'm okay," I say, rolling my eyes. 

Apparently, Dylan thought because I'm a girl, I needed help fighting. I'm fine. I'd been fighting long before him, even if it wasn't physically. 

In a few strides, I'm next to him and it's his turn to roll his eyes. Dylan also thought I was always showing off. I'm not, I'm just better. 

"Move!" I say, pushing him out the way. 

I stab my katana into a zombie that was trying to sneak up behind Dylan.

"Damn," Dylan breathes, staring hard at me, "Could you be more careful?"

"Unless you want to become a zombie, no," I retort.

A green hand hovers over Dylan's head. 

"Duck!" 

He ducks and I slice off the head off my neighbor, Ms. Carson. I stop, shocked for a second, but then shake my head and keep going. I clean my blade on her military shirt, which is shining with medals, and Dylan shudders.

"April!" 

"What?" I snap.

"What do you mean what, you just killed our neighbor." 

I huff, "I think I might know that."

"April, stop! You just killed your babysitter and you don't feel anything? At all?"

"Other than I won't get anymore of her brownies, no," I joke.

"THIS IS NOT A JOKE!" Dylan almost screams. 

To be honest, I couldn't feel anything, ever since my little sister, May disappeared. It was my job to protect her as Dad had said. It was one of the last things he said to me before I had to kill him.

Dad had told me to kill him if he became a zombie, so I did. I cried hard that day, harder than I had cried when Mom left because of her drinking problem.

After I killed Dad, Dylan, May, and I traveled to an abandoned church nobody went to anymore. There was a graveyard next to it that we tried to stay away from as much as possible. 

Of course we didn't know where we were going, when we left to escape our chaotic city. We had walked for nearly 3 hours, which isn't that long, but when your carrying most of your clothes, it feels like forever. I had just turned 13, but we couldn't celebrate with a full on apocalypse going on.

The day May disappeared, me and Dylan were so exhausted, so May volunteered to keep watch. Not thinking straight, I had agreed (Stupidest Decision in my life). I feel ashamed to say this, but I got the most sleep that night since the apocalypse started. In the morning, Dylan woke me up, telling me he couldn't find May. I punched him hard in the jaw. We stayed there for a week, Dylan staying the farthest away from me as possible, until zombies bombarded the place. 

After that, I threw my emotions, especially pain, off the top window of a skyscraper. Sometimes they would come back, but I would always drop them off at a higher point. At the top of Mount Everest, I threw them off and they haven't come back. That was 2 years ago.

"But you gotta admit, Ms.Carson's brownies were good as hell," I say now.

Dylan narrows his eyes, but a smile is playing on his lips.

"But seriously I'm fine." I say, walking to the new church we were staying at. 

"I know you're fine." He says, following me, with bags of groceries.

I pause.

"You know what I mean." He says, glaring at me, his cheeks reddening.

I smirk at his discomfort, but suddenly, he drops the groceries and grabs my shoulders. 

"She disappeared 2 years ago!" He says, staring deep in my soul(if there is one).

I look away, I hate when he brings up May and he knows it.

"Can you stop reminding me things I'm pretty sure I know?" I mutter ,opening the church door.

"You don't act like you know. I've been here forever and you still shut me out!"

"When did you come into this conversation, we were talking May, not you." 

"I-I..." Dylan throws up his hands in frustration. He huffs and locks the door. He storms ahead into the chapel. I roll my eyes and follow him. He cleans off his axe in the wall fountain and I join him.