Stop The Clocks Now

Chapter-17

Jordyn's POV

               I sat in the kitchen, eating a can of pineapples. Jennifer's cries echoed from upstairs. Every now and then she would scream, "Tyler!" In a way I didn't feel bad for her, she usually wasn't a good girlfriend for him.  I carefully closed the lid of the can as I got up to set it on the sink counter. I needed sleep. I could feel that my eyes are puffy without having to look in the mirror. My clothes hadn't been washed in weeks and dried blood covered spots on my arms. But I guess, that's the zombie apocalypse for you. I headed across the hall to 'my room' and I filled the bathroom sink. I got undressed and began scrubbing my dirty body. After I got clean, I moved the covers to someone else's bed, and I climbed in. Jennifer's cries soon became nothing.

Tyler's POV

                 Once I woke up the next morning I sat on the porch to our beautiful house. As I starred at the open field, I tried to remember what it looked like before all the zombie guts and body parts were scattered around it. It was beautiful, peaceful, it could help you forget any worries. A windmill would be spinning every day, to remind you that you're in reality. McCormick our cat seemed to finally notice me as he started walking across the porch and onto my lap. McCormick's fur made my body warm up as the wind began to pick up. "Tyler!" I heard Felicity whisper as she knocked quietly on the porch door. "Yeah?" I whispered back, being careful not to move McCormick, causing him to wake up. "Can we talk?" "Of course." I smiled to her, any other day I would've wiped off the other chair before she sat down. Or I would've gotten up and met her at the door, but I didn't want to disturb McCormick's peaceful sleep.

               Felicity sat down and pulled her blanket around her a little tighter. We didn't say anything for a few minutes, once Felicity realized who I had, she got up and stole him from my lap. "I haven't seen this little guy in forever, I honestly thought he ran away or he was dead." She flashed a reassuring smile as she petted his thick black fur. After another few minutes I finally spoke up, "So what did you need to talk about?" I wasn't trying to make her feel pressured to tell me anything, but she seemed guilty of something. Or she really needed to get something off her chest. Tears started to gloss her blue eyes as she turned to me, seriously. "I'm pregnant Tyler."