Bound in Desire: Love's Dark Hold Amidst the Zombie Apocalypse

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(sorry its kinda long)

I woke to the fire crackling softly heating the room as the rain continued to downpour on the metal roof.

The warm the of the fire did little to aid in my discomfort in my ankle and arm as soon as I woke up as i shift to get comfortable.

I attempted to shift and pull the blanket around myself.

Fuck my life...

Here I am laying with no pants on and my ankle hurting with stitches in my arm with two men I've never met god it's like my life is a tv drama.

This whole thing feels like some giant trap,  they need me? Why?

Was it some kind of repopulation thing.....they are shit out of luck.

My thoughts still continue to race.

Neither of them had said anything to me just to each other in some foreign language I didn't understand

A horrid epic failure.... The attempt was absolutely pathetic.

The smell of food cooking filled the air. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, the blanket slipping down to my waist. Lincoln was at the fireplace, his back to me as he stirred something in a pot. Mason sat on a chair sharpening a knife.

"Good morning," Lincoln said without turning around He said calm but there was obvious tension in his voice.

I managed a weak smile, the soreness in my ankle reminding me of the consequences of my actions.

Lincoln placed a steaming bowl of oatmeal in front of me. "Eat. You need your strength especially after getting hurt.," he said turning to face me.

He crouched beside me his expression was unreadable as he checked my arm. His fingers traced over the bandage he lists it and checks on it before making sure it stayed secure.

His hand hovered near my face for a moment longer tucking a stay piece of hair behind my ear before he pulled back, glancing toward my twisted ankle. I could see thesome of the harshness in his eyes  began to replaced with cornern.

His hands gently pressed down on the blanket on my ankle. The moment a sharp pain shot through my ankle, making me wince.

"I should've checked this sooner," he muttered almost to himself more than to me.

He pulls the blanket off the cold air hits my ankle adding my discomfort.

His fingers moved carefully. Though his face showed clear frustration as he inspected the swollen joint.

Mason returned to us, kneeling beside me as he handed Lincoln the first aid box. "How bad is it?"

Lincoln furrows his brow as he gently prodded and moved my ankle, causing me to hiss in pain. "Swollen but not broken. She's lucky, considering how hard she hit the ground."

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to breathe through the pain. As much as I wanted to protest, there was no denying the dull throbbing ache that spread up my leg. It was a reminder of how stupid I had been to try and escape. The whole situation felt strange being tended to after by the very people I'd tried to run from.

Mason's eyes met mine his expression unreadable. "You should've said something."

"I didn't want to... I didn't think it was that bad." Why would it even matter I think now you can just leave me and go without me.

Lincoln suddenly let out a frustrated sigh. "Of course you didn't. You never think things through, do you?" His words stung, but the way he gently wrapped my ankle spoke something else.