Important A/N at the end of chapter!I registered his face in a blur.
Stephen.
I uttered his name and it felt foreign on my tongue, like an uninvited guest.
"I have to leave," I turned myself around and quickly went to return the way I had came.
"Wait- Cody,"
I was stumbling down the stairs as quickly as I could, already feeling the burning of tears just behind my eyes, I hated this place, and I hated him. Two years, I hadn't seen his face in two years, and now- now of all time, he decided to just show up again. A mix of emotions were pulsing through my brain, but I couldn't pay attention to any of them, except devastating sadness.
"Cody, stop!" His voice rang out from behind me and I felt myself stop. For the second time in the past day my actions were completely out of my control.
I slowly turned around. I tried to control my breathing as it was shaky.
I was already halfway down the stairs and he was still standing on the second story. I had to cram my neck to look up at him.
He looked just as I had remembered him.
His good looks- even in the freaking zombie apocalypse- hadn't deserted him. His flannel was open, revealing a grey tank top underneath. His arms were slightly open, as if he were expecting a hug.
"We're over Stephen, and nothing in the whole world is going to change that." I snapped up at him, now paying attention to the brutal desperation pulsing through my veins.
I tried to appear fiery and confident, but those two emotions were the last things I felt. If there was any doubt about me leaving this place, it was certainly gone now. I had to leave, forever. His face fell and he began to move forward."Stop! Please!" I heard him shout. I was already turned around and running down the steps, even jumping the last four. I ignored the buckling sensation my knees cried out, and kept running.
I ran across the Square and approached the building my room was located in.
I wasn't looking were I was going and-
"Hey!" I was slammed backwards as I collided with another body- a much taller body. I felt the wind knocked out of me as I landed straight on my ass.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" My vision cleared and I saw a flustered old man knocked down right across from me.
Great job Cody, go and spit on a puppy while you're at it.
I scrambled to my feet and stumbled over to the man and offered my hand.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention!" I slowly helped him up and got a good look at him.
He was balding and had heavy bags around his eyes. He was tall and thin, and I wondered how much food these people got fed. There were a lot of people and I couldn't imagine there were many crops and animals left to eat.
"Are you okay, sir?"
His eyes were blankly searching my face. He let out a low grunt and continued looking at me.
Oh my God was he having a stroke?!
"Hello?" I waved my hang timidly around his face, careful not to get too close.
His jaw opened slowly and clamped is shut quickly and his teeth made that terrible chomping sound. I backed away involuntarily.
I knew old people could be weird but that was borderline insane.
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