Aloners

Sleeping Beauty

Levi's PoV

BANG! BANG!

Another two shots and the fucker are down. Can't believe they found me! Even though I had the perfect hiding spot! Oh well, doesn't matter anyway.

Today wasn't that much of a good day. First I don't find anything useful and then a group of muties decide they want a piece of me for breakfast. I guess I should head back then.

I gather my stuff and set out to get back to the shack. It was a normal day, like always. Shooting some muties, look for supplies, that's what I did for the most part of my life.

Man I really miss Kenny sometimes. Even with his shitty remarks, it would somehow make the day a little different, since he was so creative with his death threats. I snicker to myself when I remember the old times. Now I am just some 28-year-old guy, talking to himself.

Soon enough I am back at the shack. Home, Sweet, Home. Maybe I will eat some meatballs with beans toni- SHIT!

Just when I was about to head in, I noticed that the door is slightly ajar. Instinctively I pull out my gun and take stance. Those assholes won't give me a break. I slowly and quietly make my way into the shack.

And the first thing I notice makes me go stiff. There, on my bed, lies someone. No, there are no other people, this must be something. But at least I can tell that it's a boy. Step by step I approach this thing.

Now I stand directly above him and look into his sleeping face. To be completely honest, he's really beautiful, doesn't look deformed, not filthy, no peeling red skin, only a soft tan that actually makes his skin look sweet, long eyelashes, messy dark brown hair, that reminds me of the one and only time I ate a chocolate bar when I was six. He doesn't look like anything I saw up until now.

What the fuck is wrong with me?! I can't fantasize about a beast that would probably love to rip me into little pieces.

While I'm trying to get to my senses, the boy starts to stir. Shit, here it comes.

''Mornin' sleepyhead.'' He snaps his eyes open, sitting upright and I have to hold onto all of my self-control not to let out a gasp. What is that color? Blue? Green? And what are those gold specks??

He locks eyes with me, and I can feel a shiver run down my spine. He looks so... terrified.

''Well, isn't this just improper? A pretty boy sleepin' in MY bed and I don't even know his name. What would my mom say? I guess she'd probably say to blow your brains out before you get any dumb ideas.''

And then something happens. His eyes narrow and the terrified expression changes to a determinant one. Huh, not bad.

All of a sudden he launches himself on me and we both fall backwards.

''Shit!'' My head connects with the ground, hard. While I coil in pain, he makes a run for the door and get's outside. I have to get him, before my only home left gets swarmed by these bastards. I stand up and run outside and see the boy staring into the wasteland.

''Thanks for waitin'.'' I hit his head with my gun, what makes him gasp and fall onto his knees. I grab him by the neck to hold him in place and point the gun to his head.

'' In my whole life I have never seen one of you guys run like that before. Sorry to be such an hardass, but I can't let you just comin' and goin' whenever you please. Don't fancy gettin' gutted in my sleep, you understand.''

But what strange is, that he didn't try to rip out my throat. Why? And the way he run away. It had a purpose, a destination, he run for his life. I want to make sure and ask him the ultimate question.

''... Any last words?'' please answer, please answer.

He opens his mouth but the only think that comes out is a small gasp. He goes stiff and starts to shake. Did he try to answer just now? He doesn't move, just kneels before me. I let go of his neck and go around him, to stand in front of him and I hold my gun to his forehead. He opens his eyes and there it is again. The color I have never seen once in my life. I knit my eyebrows together. Is he human or one of them?

''Hey, gimme three fingers'' I stare down at him. He frowns confused but holds three fingers up anyway. No way, no fucking way.

''......''

''... Fuck.''

''Fuck. Fuckballs. HOLY SHIT.'' I lean in until our noses are touching and stare into his beautiful eyes.

''You're... Human.'' I take a step back and lower the gun. I can't believe it. I head back into the shack, in a daze.

''You... should come in. Have a look at the bump on your head. I... I promise i won't hurt you.'' I hope he won't hate me for this.

******

After a while he comes inside.

''C'mere and turn around.'' I tell him. He turns around and I part his soft brown hair, that has a gold-like shine mind you, and look at the spot where I hit him with my gun. A rather big bump is growing but luckily there is no blood.

''Well... good news is that it's not bleeding, bad news, there is a second head growing back here.'' I let go of his head and turn my back on him.

'' 'kay, my turn! What's the damage?'' I feel his hands parting my hair carefully.

''Well, Doc? Will I survive?'' I turn around and he gives me a thumbs up and a small nod. So cute - What?

''That's good then. Heh, we really did a number on each other, huh?'' I try to put him at ease with a small chuckle, but honestly I think it's because of the awkwardness.

And then it hit me, Oh shit, he is naked. It's not that I mind it but I think he doesn't even know that he is naked.

''......''

''So...now that we know that you are not dying...you wanna maybe...put a sheet on or somethin'?'' I can feel my face burning.

He follows my eyes and his eyes became even bigger as they were before.