• Havana • MagCon Apocalypse (Trilogy)

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Nash
Day After;

I sat myself up, hearing multiple knocks, followed by a door opening in the distance.

I raise my revolver, making sure a bullet was ready to be fired.

I slowly walk down the dark hallway, seeing the light of the other two rooms at the end.

I peeked over the left corner first, then the right, hearing the footsteps become louder from this side.

I walk over, pointing my gun up to the doorway at the other side.

The footsteps before louder, and quiet once a girl steps through, her pistol pointed up towards me. We stare at each other, and I lower my gun, slowly approaching her.

She still has hers raised, giving me a questioning look. My eyes tear up as I finally recognize her, and smile widely.

"Emely..." I say, and her eyes begin to light up, choking on tears as she drops her pistol and hugs me tightly. "Nash!" She sobs, and I hug her back, smiling as she buries her head into my chest. "I didn't recognize you with your stubble..." I hear her mumble against my jacket, and I continue smiling, my eyes shut.

My tears fall, and I pull away, my hands resting on both sides of her head.

"How did you find me?" I ask, and she wipes her tears from her eyes. "I just came here for shelter, I never knew you were near."

"Where've you been this whole time?" She asks. "Far, far away - like two dozen miles... I led a group for a year or two."

"Have you ever seen anyone from our group?" I asked, and she shakes her head, bowing it down. "I miss them..." We both say, and she gives me an odd glare.

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"You rest and I'll keep watch, you've been stressed lately." I tell her, and she huffs, finally laying down on the couch. "We'll search for some proper food tomorrow." I add, handing her the other half of potato chips.

She shakes her head, and I furrow my eyebrows. "When's the last time you ate?" I ask, and she shrugs. "Two... Three days ago..." She turns her body over.

"Eat." I tell her, dropping the bag in front of her face. "I don't want anything Nash." She sits up, tossing the bag on the table, some falling out.

I sit down in front of her, and lift up her shirt a bit, her rib cage slightly showing. I let her shirt drop, and I look at her sadly.

"What's wrong?" I ask her, beginning to get upset. "IT doesn't matter anymore, IT'S OVER." She tells me, and rubs her eyes.

"I'm not letting you sleep until you tell me what happened." I say, my lips forming a flat line. "IT WAS something in the past just let it go!" She retorts. "It's clearly still affecting you! Just tell me."

She lays down huffing. "I never knew why I had even the slightest bit of feelings for him... I guess it was him taking me in and helping but I never wanted that relationship... I was trapped with an abusive, wannabe fuck-boy, type guy... And I never wanted you guys back so badly." I hear her voice crack, and I bring her up, wrapping my arms around her.

"I want them back, Nash..." She says as she hugs onto me tighter, making me lay my head on top of hers. "We'll get them back."