Falling In Love In Hell~ Jordan Maron/ Captain Sparklez Fanfic

Chapter 5

-Falling In Love In Hell-
-Chapter 5-

Jacqueline's POV~

"Well, James, thank you again." I smiled, "But I have to go get some supplies."

"Can I help you?" James asked, "I have nothing else to do."

"You don't have a group to get back to?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I use to, but, we got separated..." James said as he drifted off into space.

"James?" I said, hoping he would click back to reality.

"Huh?-- Oh yeah sorry." He replied looking down.

"We have a group, you can come and join us if Jordan isn't an ass. Which he probably is since I bet he heard those gunshots" I said pointing at James's gun.

"I can join?" I see James smile widely.

"If I were in charge, yeah. I mean, you did save my life." I reply walking around.

"So what do we need?"

"Water, food, and if we can maybe an aid kit." There's no real reason for an aid kit but it's good to have around.

"Alright I'll go find some water bottles." James smiled.

I nodded smiling back and I went to go find any edible sources.

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I was only able to find granola bars.

I groaned, I hate granola bars. They're so dry and nasty. I prefer something sweet and bitter and spicy.

I sure wish I had an elote right now. (Corn. But we add spicy powder and cheese and mayo and omg..it's so good...)

I sighed and tried to look for something actually appetizing.

I looked and looked but found even more granola bars. Fuck me in the ass why don't you.

I stared at the bars in my backpack. No way in hell am I eating that.

I rather starve.

I decided to go find James, hopefully he didn't just find water bottles.

I turned around the corner and see James, but he wasn't alone.

"I'm not here to kill anyone." James said calmly as his hands are up.

I couldn't see the other peron's face, but I couldn't let James get his ass shitted on with bullets.

I took I deep breath and grabbed my rifle, and quickly got out and pointed it at whoever was threatnening James.

"Jordan?" I breathed out, I let my rifle slide off my hands.

Why is he sweating?

Jordan's cheeks were flushed red, was he running or blushing?

"Jacqueline, can you explain why I heard gunshots?" Jordan glared at me, while he pointed his own rifle at James.

"James here," I pointed at who I named, "Saved my life if he didn't shoot at the Walkers that were attacking me, I would be dead."

"Well he might have saved yours for now. However, we are all dead now because I saw Walkers heading our way." Jordan breathed out and lowered his gun, letting James's life off the hook.

"Then us three will find a way to escape." I simply said.

"It's easier said than done, Jackie." Jordan sighed, "And we can't have more mouths to feed."