"The Zombie Book"

Hmmmm...

???'s P.O.V

She's pretty. She's a easy target too.. maybe we won't grab her for bait... She can be a little something extra...

Your P.O.V

Twoooo... Weeks... Have passed since Harry has left us alone. Of course, I'm still his 'property'. And I've seen him stalking. As if I couldn't. It's so obvious. Parker has been super protective. He's completely changed too. From super distant and shy... to.. A.. Dad-like figure. And everyday before me and Cody go scavenging, he would drag Cody away and talk to him for at least ten minutes. James has constantly been staring at me. As if I'm still laying on the ground, in a death-like stance.

And then there's Mark. Who has the liberty to re-stitch me with the help of Parker, and who has randomly been giving me tight and long hugs whenever we are near eachother.

Wonder why.

Thats not really important. Now at least. As of now, I'm looting a dead zombie. Whereas Cody is rocking back and forth near a tree. It's not my fault. "Cody, you should've at least stayed quiet."

"It's not my fault! I-im sorry (Y/N)!" Sigh... Minutes earlier I had seen a widow. A black widow yes. Arachnophobia has struck again and I freaked out. He asked me if I had seen a zombie, and so I pointed out the spider. He stepped on it, but it scurried away in fear, still alive. So then I sighed if relief. Cody... well let's just say he attracted the attention of around thirteen zombies with a single scream. I guess it really is a unlucky number.

"Your OK Blue.." He stood and looted one. Screaming again, I turned to his direction. In his hands held a old looking comic book. A 'marvel' logo was hardly visible. "Blue... Is that (Favorite marvel comic, hero/villan)?" His eyes were like giant sparklers. Bright with excitement. "Yes! I've never seen this issue! This feels like Christmas!!" He hugged the book tightly. "Codes, I get to read that ne-"

I was cut off by what? A big, man, grabbing me by the waist. He had a knife to my neck in almost a instant.

Cody's P.O.V

I dropped the book almost as fast as this random man had (Y/N). He had taken us both by shock. "What do you want!? Who are you!?" He snickered. Tiny tears were threatening to fall at the tip of (Y/N)s big (E/C) eyes. I knew she didn't want to, but she coughed. And the knife made a tiny, thin line of blood fall. The man finally spoke. "Where... is James!?"

"How-" She was cut short as the knife was pressed closer to her throat. I finished for her. "How do you know who James is!?"

"He provides me with bait." Bait!? (Y/N) read my mind. "Bait!? What d-" Another trickle of blood ran to her shirt. "Show me where James is, and she won't die." This fat guy better have a reason to be hurting Mysterious! My Mysterious!