• Havana • MagCon Apocalypse (Trilogy)

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Bree

I put the various parts of the animal above the fire, watching them cook as Shawn searched through his bag for god knows what.

"Mendes..." I called out lowly, and he looked up questioningly. "Which part do you want?" I asked, looking back at the meat, seeing it ever so slowly change.

"Whatever is fine, just want it to be good." He tells me, and I huff, laying on my back-pack.

I stare at the fire overcoming the various squirrel and dog parts, and trail down to the rocks.

I look over at Shawn, watching him sharpen his knife with a file, focused on the form and precision.

I prop myself up on my elbow, and check up on the meat.

'This is gonna take fucking forever...'

-

We finally eat and my stomach has never been so satisfied in months.

"We need to eat us more squirrels." Shawn chuckles, and I smile lightly, agreeing.

-

I wake up, taking Shawn's guard shift.

He takes my spot on the couch, and I rub my eyes, yawning as I go over to the bay window.

I sit down, laying my back against the wall, pulling the curtains closed completely.

I look around our small house we found, and huff to myself, looking back over to the curtains.

'Shawn's right... I should get to sleep. There's no need to look out if we're in this house. But what if those guys find us... That'll take them awhile, just get to bed.'

I huff, and get up, yawning as I go over to the door. 'Every lock.'

I go over to the pull-out couch Shawn's on, and put my gun down on the side table beside it.

I hop in the space next to him, the couch creaking as I get myself comfortable.

"Night Bree." I hear him say, and I smile. "Night Mendes."

Shawn

I wake up, feeling Bree's body snuggled up against my back.

I check my watch, seeing it's only 9:40 AM.

I stretch then rub my eyes, turning my body over, looking at Bree.

She's curled up in a ball, her hands under the pillow and her mouth open slightly, her slow and soft breathing making me chuckle lightly.

I sit myself up, the couch-pullout creaking. Standing up, I go over to the bay window, grabbing Bree's gun.

I pick the side of the curtain up to peek out the window, and look around, staring at the trees on the other side of the road.

'Nothing yet. But we still have to be careful.'

"Bree. Bree, wake up!" I call out, turning my head around. She tosses and turns, groaning and stretching as her eyes slowly open, then close again.