Nick was always [Y/N]'s clutch, always there for each other in the midst of tragedy. But once Nick addiction pursued and [Y/N]'s didn't, she chose to prioritize herself. Upon the end of the world, they found themselves doing what they always used...
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~~This shortness of breath with a twist. The habit of panic~~
Chapter 14
We stumbled across the sandy beach. Remnants of the plane and a few scorched bodies laid in the wreckage, creating a horrid smell of rot and burnt metal. Chris muttered a quiet 'oh my god' at the sight.
"Okay let's be quick. Everyone where I can see you. Fill your bags and come straight back." Daniel announced to the group. With a nod of agreement we split up.
I unzipped the nearest suitcase, a sleek black one. The person it belonged to clearly had money. I grabbed a small bag of toiletries, tampons (very helpful). Most of the clothes weren't my style, nor were they practical. I don't think office clothes would be the preferred style in the apocalypse.
I moved on to the next bag, a large purple carry on. I shoved the clothing in my bag, containing mainly tank tops, jeans and sweatshirts. A small knife dropped out the pocket of a sweater as I picked it up. Figuring I didn't need it, as I already had one, I wandered over to Nick.
"Hey. Heads up." I say, tossing the closed pocket knife. He caught it with ease.
"You don't need it?" He gave a puzzled look. He pulled a sun hat out of the suitcase in front of him, plopping it onto his head.
"Nah, I got one." I pulled out my own knife before sliding into my back pocket. "Find anything? Other than an old lady hat. I see you're trying to complete the look."
"Why are y'all hating on my fashion taste so much?" He rolled his eyes.
"Because you look like you belong in a care home." I joked.
"You're so sweet. For your information I think it makes me look sleek." He said sarcastically, I rolled my eyes. "Clothes. Some toiletries. Not much else. You?"
"Clothes, that knife, toiletries."
I knelt down next to him, searching through the other suitcases. Most of them were full of clothing. I took the majority of the toiletries, found a bottle of ibuprofen, an unopened toothbrush, and sunscreen.
After clearing out the nearby suitcases, I followed Nick to meet up with Alicia. He placed his hat onto her head. Her head shot up in surprise but smiled once realizing it was only Nick and I.
"Looks good on you." He grinned. It really did look cute on her. Alicia was gorgeous so it wasn't hard for her to pull it off.
She pulled a shirt out of a suitcase, glancing at it before throwing it at Nick. He stood up and buttoned up the top. I let out a chuckle. He wore a boat captain's jacket, a mysterious brown stain covering the front.
"So, [N/N]. Is this better than the 'old lady' look?" Nick laughed, doing a little twirl.
"I mean I do like a man in uniform." I smirked. Alicia let out an exaggerated groan causing the three of us to chuckle.
