The freaking zombie apocalypse. (Boyxboy)

18.

The thing I hate the most about being in the zombie apocalypse other than the constant threat is the fact that there is no electricity and no phone signals at all. If there were, life would be much easier. Imagine if I could text Kenny and tell him 'Hey, I'm trapped. Please come ASAP.' That's be great and extremely useful. Another thing is that we would find something to occupy our time since we spend most of our time in silence and staring at nothing in particular.

We're still in a room filled with chairs, but we somehow managed to sleep on the floor. I don't know if it was our stupidity or the fact that we both felt warm next to each other, but at that time sleeping on the floor seemed appealing.

I glanced at the window to see that it's dawn and somehow I woke up before Kenny which was weird. I never woke up before him. His head was resting on my shoulder and he had this adorable serene look on his face that made me feel stuff. People were really different when they sleep.

Smiling softly, I moved away making sure not to wake him up as I held his head in my hand so that he doesn't fall. He was so cute I just had to let his head drop on the floor. I made sure that his head wasn't that high so that his brain doesn't get damaged more than it already is. His head made contact with the floor and he groaned.

That was it.

He just groaned and went back to sleep.

"Are you even human?" I said propping him up against the wall again. His head dropped down and he snored. I tried to shake him but it was no use. "Leave me alone." He said groggily swatting my head away. Oh my god now I know why morning people enjoy mornings. Annoying sleepy people is very fun and since it was still early, I decided to have a little fun with a sleepy Kenny.

"Wake up." I poked his nose teasingly.

He twitched but did nothing else, so I tickled his nose again. "Come on, Kenny." This made him let out an annoyed sound and rub his nose. He then slid down facing the wall giving me his back. He thought I couldn't reach his nose like that, but I was done with his nose. He just made everything easier for me.

I know it's something that a five year old would so, but I couldn't help myself. I put my pinky in my mouth making sure it had enough saliva and I dunked my finger in Kenny's ear making him jolt upwards. He's wide awake now and he was giving me the dirtiest look ever. His hair was sticking up everywhere and he was squinting. I smiled in response.

"Why do you look upset?" I chuckled.

"Because I was having dream about you." He said lying on the floor again. "Oh?" I leaned on him crossing my arms and peering down at him. "What kind of dream?" I asked curious. Kenny turned his head to look at me and shrugged. "Wet dream." He said simply. "And it was filthy."

My eyes widened and I was taken aback by what he said. By now, I should have known what to expect from Kenny, but this? And that tone? Dammit. All I could do was stare ahead because I was speechless. It was only when I felt him shake under me that I snapped out of it.

"That face was priceless." He laughed.

I scowled at him feeling a little bit irked. I pulled him up and I kissed him. "A wet dream huh?" I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck. Kenny kissed me back and hummed. "Yeah." I was seriously going to tell him to keep dreaming, but I was actually giving in. Especially when I felt the roughness of the bandage that is wrapped around his injured hand against my skin. It felt good.

So good.

I have no idea what was happening. All I know is that my fingers are now tangled in his hair – I have a thing for his hair – and I was being pressed roughly against the wall. Kenny's hand was moving lower and lower and I was urging him on not really caring about anything. I was equally as eager.

I thanked god that I always clean my neck and I cursed my luck because Kenny doesn't have the same habit of mine. If I went anywhere near his neck with my mouth then I'd get infected, so I let him work on mine. I could feel his teeth nibbling my skin and his tongue moving. I let out a sound akin to a mewl when he found my sensitive spot and I tilted my head some more to give more access. He was doing such a great job that all I could do was get lost in the sensations

I frowned in confusion and dismay when he stopped. I was a little dazed, but I soon found out the reason for his abrupt stop. He groaned and buried his head in my neck before he let out a frustrated sound.

"Rrrraaaagghhh."

Oh.

At this moment I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry. I actually felt like doing both, but what Kenny was feeling is something else entirely. He let go of me and picked up his crowbar looking seriously pissed. It was actually amusing to see him this pissed, but right now I was really not amused. Not at all.

Ok so maybe it's kind of our fault for staying in a room with a push/pull kind of door. And maybe it's also our fault for being loud and reckless, but come on!

"Even zombies hate me!" Kenny struck the zombie with a lot of force that its face got squished, blood came out of its now broken nose and it fell on the ground growling. We could've just grabbed our stuff and left after that since the zombie could only crawl on the floor now making it even slower, but Kenny was so frustrated that he had to stab its skull with his crowbar making bits and pieces of a decomposing brain fly all over the floor making a mess out of the place.

And then he stomped on it crushing its skull even more.

And then he kicked its head.

And then I began to grab my stuff and let him have his fun with the poor zombie that had to walk in the on worst time possible. We had to move now even deeper in the city and I still don't like the idea of that, but I'm sticking to Kenny anyway. But why are we going there anyway? I think he told me but I forgot.

When the zombie's face turned into pudding Kenny was finally satisfied and lifted up his crowbar grimacing when a slimy strand of flesh and brains dangled from it.

Still, the zombie was the perfect outlet for Kenny's frustrations. It did the job quite well actually.

"So, you done?"

"Can I castrate it and hang it from its-"

"Kenny, grow up." I snorted.

Kenny muttered some very bad words under his breath kicking the zombie one last time before we left the office and were back to the large hallways of the art gallery. The zombies were gathering closer to the area where we were in. Apparently we were noisy, and Kenny made even more noise beating that zombie up so it was no surprise.

And as we moved past the zombies and tried to avoid them, Kenny occasionally struck a few zombies here and there apparently still frustrated. "Do you like beating up zombies or something?" I asked catching up to him. He glanced at the zombie he just hit which was probably the seventeenth zombie and then looked back at me. "A little."

There's a reason why this is the seventeenth one. The streets are wide and they were full of zombies, but they were really attracted to Kenny not because he's hot – even though he totally is – but because that dumbnut forgot that he had this massive cut in his hand which is bleeding right now. The blood became somewhat visible even though it's wrapped in bandages.

"My hand hurts." Kenny muttered after a while looking down at his hand.

"I wonder why." I said looking at a bloated zombie staggering closer to us with a couple normal zombies behind.

Kenny finally noticed that and looked at me with confusion. "Am I attracting zombies?" He dared to ask. I don't know how beating up zombies with a crowbar and making a lot of noise while bleeding can attract more zombies. It's weird that zombies are actually aware of our presence and are making their way to us. Because all that just doesn't scream FOOD for the zombies.

"I would've told you to hold up a sign, but zombies are blind."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, Kenny. It's a yes."