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I wake up with a stiff knee and a arm wrapped around my body. I slightly turn to see who it is and I see Mat. Billions of butterflies fiddled with my stomach cursing in my mind. ('Do I like Mat?') He shifts slightly and flickers his eyes open, im facing him and staring into his piercing green eyes. His morning voice is sudden and I feel it hit me like a bullet killing more butterflies. " Good Morning Love." I smile and bid him a morning aswell and begin to sit up and yelp in pain as to indicate of my knee was still in pain. " Oh no love! Please lay down I'll be right back!" I begin to nod and a few tears lay across my pale and dotted face and he pulls me into a one armed hug and kisses my tears away. " Shh shh I'll get meds from the kitchen." He quickly stands up rushing out of the door leaving me in a sobbing mess. He rushes back with bread, water and pills for me to take. " Sit up love." I do as I was told and continues to wince in pain as my leg is weakend and sore from the surgury prior. He sits at the edge of the crimpled up bed and begins to feed me the pills and food to make my healing process faster. I take a harsh swallow and lay back down as Mat smiles widly and kisses my forehead and lays beside me cuddling me into his chest. " Mackenzie? Are you awake, love?" I nod slowly and he looks down into my grey eyes. " I have a small question; I know about the age gap and that we just met and all bu-" I hear the door burst open and Dakota runs in and grabs ahold of Mats arm. " Charlie is alive.! The walkie talkie spoke and it was him, Hes 15 minutes away! We need to go!" I quickly attempt to get up and Mat bites down on his lip and lets out a quite ' fuck ' maybe he was mad that he didnt get to ask? Was he going to ask me out? I wouldnt hesitate to say yes. I mean, we live in a zombie infested world, where would we wver find love? In small action? I was snapped out of my thoughts when Mat put my jacket on me and picked me up and we left out the house. This may be a different life?

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