This story is completely inspired by the "5th wave" movie. If you haven't watched it and you're planning to watch it, please do NOT read this oneshot because it may contain spoilers for you.
-J-
My head hurts, this feels unfamiliar. I open my eyes and notice I'm in an unfamiliar bed with an IV linked to my arm. I suddenly feel a stinging feeling my leg. I take a glance at it and I start remembering short memories from the previous situation. I was walking on the highway, looking for any survivors, and I was shot in the upper leg.
I guess somebody found me and decided to take me. Right now, you can't trust anyone though.
I hear footsteps coming from the outside of the room and I hurry to pretend I'm asleep. They come in with a candle as a source of light, and they fix my covers for me. They leave shortly afterwards.
Due to the drug and exhaustion, I drifted off into sleep.
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I wake up in a sunny room. I take another clear look of my surroundings and I spot my bag. I take out my IV attempting to get up out of bed.
My gun, I need it.
It doesn't take me long before I crash onto the floor, the wound in my leg making it hard for me to stand. I still needed that gun, you can never know he's a human and who's an 'other'.
I still fight through my pain and drag myself across the floor, making loud noises in the process. I hear footsteps leading towards the room I was in. I rummaged through my bag but I still couldn't find my gun.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. I grabbed my bag and threw myself on the bed, hiding beneath the sheets.
The door opened slowly and the person approached the bed.
"I know you're awake"
I heard a deep voice come from the guy aponder.
"Why am I here?" I ask.
"I found you on the streets and I decided to bring you back, you were passed out because of all the blood loss" he replies.
He glances over at the abnormal shape in the sheets, and he glanced back at the chair where the bag was previously placed.
"Wait, what? Sean your leg!" He tears away the sheets and sees my leg bleeding all over the sheets.
"Where's my gun?" I ask him sternly. No reply. "WHERE DID YOU PUT MY GUN?" I repeat.
He tries to pick me up but I escape his grip and try my best to stay away from him.
"How the hell do you even know my name?" I ask him in a rather aggressive tone.
"Driver's license. Now stop, I need to change the bandage!" I lose the fight and he manages to grab me and carry me bridal style to the bathroom. He rests me on the edge of the tub and raises my leg.
"This is gonna hurt" he warns me before he removed the white cloth wrapped around my thigh.
He was right, it hurt like all hell.
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"What's your name?" I ask him. I was sitting against the island and he was behind the counter.
"The name's Mark" he smiles at me.
"Why did you care enough to bring me here?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Well, I lost my family to the 1st wave disease, so it kinda makes you more open to your surroundings and feelings" Mark explains.
"I have one other question. Where's my gun?"
"If you think I took it, I didn't. If you're thinking I'm gonna kill you, I would've done it ages ago" he calms me down.
"Anyways, can you give me one? I need to go down to the base and find my little sister. We got separated and I'm not leaving her alone again" I get up.
"Sean you can't go out there, it's not safe. They'll kill you, they'll think you're an other" he warns me.
"I need to find my little sister wether you like it or not"
"fine, I'll go with you" he gives in.
"No you won't, I can go there on my own"
"You won't last a second out there. I'm going" he fights back.
"Fine"
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I just finished getting ready and I packed my bags. I walk towards the stairs but I notice that a creaking sound. I look down at the floor and move my leg repeatedly to check if its the wood. I bend down and open the whole in floor, revealing my gun.
I grab my gun, my bag, and and all my stuff and run out of the house without him realizing. I run towards the woods and continue my journey.
Suddenly I trip over a rope. I hear crackling of pots above my head. I grab my gun and and aim at my surroundings. Mark out of nowhere jumps infront of me and grabs my wrist with his left hand, and my gun with his right. He raps me around his arms and hides behind a tree.
I attempt to scream but he puts his hand over my mouth. I spot a man with a gun in the distance so I stay put.
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I wake up on the blanket we spread last night but I couldn't find Mark. This is a good time to organize all my stuff.
I walk around and I spot a lake. I approach it and I spot Mark in the lake, shirtless, probably naked, and attempting to clean himself in the lake water.
I can't help but look for a solid minute or two. I realize everything wrong I'm doing right now and I go back to the blanket to recollect my stuff.
After a few minutes I see Mark coming back.
"Good morning Sean!" He says.
"Morning" I say standing up. "I wanted to ask you how you did the whole wrist gun grab thing on me?"
"Oh that. Well-" he grabs his gun from his pocket and passes it over to me. "Aim at me" I do as he said. "Now, you grab the front of the gun with your right, and the person's wrist with the other and you push them away from eachother separating the gun from their hand" he demonstrates. "And then you use the hand wrapped around their wrist to pull them closer to you, and you decide what to do from there. Shoot them, choke them, whatever" he takes the gun from me and aims at me "now you try" he finishes demonstrating eyes in a rather chill tone as he looks me in the eyes.
I grab his wrist and the gun with my other hand and I seperate them, wrapping him in my arms, making our faces only inches apart. He glances between my eyes and my lips, and then he closes the gap. I kiss back, forcefully.
I lay him back onto the blanket and I continue kissing him. I move from his mouth to his jaw and I start leaving love bites leading from his neck down to his collarbone.
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I just finished this after 4 days of writing and it sucks and I completely apologize. Another chapter will be up soon to make up for this.
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