Guts

Chapter 1

I clutched my dirty, blood stained machete in my right hand, gripping the handle tightly. The smell of rotting flesh hit my nose as I stepped into the large airplane. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have even come in sight of this decrepit cesspool of lifeless numb-skull.. bodies. I look from left to right, searching for any movement... None that I could see. Just clothes and personal items that once belonged to passengers of this plane scattered everywhere. Among them are mutilated limbs. Nothing that would be beneficial to myself or Luke. Luke. My partner. Not my boyfriend, my partner. My postapocalyptic surviver-helper-friend partner thing person or something. Nothing more nothing less. Though he's handsome, tall, and well-built... There isn't really time for a relationship. Especially in the world we live in.

I dig into one of the suitcases sitting on one of the seats, nothing but a couple antibiodic bottles and a handgun. Luke would take the gun in a second but I hate guns. Too loud, draws too much attention. From both people and numb-skulls. The only time I use them would be in an emergency. Luke and I cleared most of the airport out with just knives, there are only about three dozen left in the right wing of the airport. We've been staying in the left wing for the past month, living off of the supplies we have in storage. They won't last so we've been taking out as many zombies as we can everyday. When all of the numb-skulls have been eliminated, hopefully we can collect any valuable supplies from the right wing.

I pocket the gun and begin to search the rest of the plane. The smell would be overwhelming if I wasn't so use to it. All the windows and doors have been shut, trapping the lovely aroma of rotting flesh inside. I continue down the aisle to the curtain enclosing the second class seats. The only reason I'm here is because Luke saw a light coming from one of the airplane windows, I doubt he's right. No one has come around this airport in a long time.

I pull back the curtain, finding no one. Just clothes and disembodied numb-skulls. "Waste of time.." I breathe.

A cold object is pressed to the back of my head, and I hear a soft click of a gun.

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"What the fuck are you doing in here. The door was closed for a reason." A male voice booms in my ear, what an asshole. "This plane is off limits. You can't just waltz around taking what you want." I spit back, I haven't moved, still facing the empty seats. "Well I don't see your name on it." His voice lowers. He reaches for my knife, his fingers folding over mine. No way in hell is he taking my machete. I quickly bring my elbow to his stomach and my left foot to his toes.

Luke's POV:

I looked at the clock next to my bed for what seemed like the hundreth time, Sayla had been gone a little too long. It's not that she couldn't handle herself, She definitely could and she had proved that to me many times. I just don't really have anyone else. My parents never came home when they went on a run for supplies back when the whole zombie apocolypse started. My brothers are probably still alive, they're tough bastards. Sayla has sort of become my only family. I met Sayla in a train station a year ago, she had caught the attention of a hoard of zombies and I pulled her into the section of the train I was hiding out in. So I sort of saved her life... and we just stayed together.

I fiddled with the blue sheets on my mattress impatiently. This Starbucks/Barnes & Nobles that Sayla and I set up in was so cold, especially in these winter months. We set up beds on the carpeted area next to some bookshelves, and our weapons were all behind the Starbucks counter. It was homey, and Sayla forced me to stay here. The sound of footsteps brought me out of my thoughts, finally she's back.

"You're so heavy oh my god." Sayla complained. Wait she's with someone?! Who is she with? "Well maybe if you didn't re-break my almost healed brokenfoot you wouldn't be dragging me back right now." A sarcastic male voice shot back. "Sayla!" I called, quickly standing from my bed and making my way to the front of the store. The first thing I see is Sayla struggling to hold a brunette guy who has his arm wrapped around her shoulder. I can't believe she brought someone back, we're running low on supplies and she knows that. We can't feed another mouth. "Who is this?!" I yell as quietly as I can.

Sayla's POV:

"He's the idiot you saw on the plane, with the lights flashing." I answer back and walk past him, plopping the stranger into a bar chair at the counter. "The lights weren't flashing goddamit I literally turned it on once and then turned it off." He curtly replies, propping his leg onto a chair. If he wasn't so rude he would be kind of cute. I mean his green eyes and curly hair made him look charming. And his tattooed skin was strangely attractive, I usually don't go for the tattooed type. "I saved you so don't anger me." I try my best to sound tough. "Sayla can I speak to you for a minute." Luke grabs my arm, tugging me to a corner to the right, away from the boy. "Why did you bring him here? We can't help him and you know it." Luke whispers to me, clearly angry. "I'm not a doctor Sayla, I can't fix a broken foot." Luke's right, It was kind of a dumb decision on my part. "I felt bad, I mean he was just looking for a place to stay the night." I whisper. "And you trust him?" Luke stares at me intently. "He can't walk on his own." I look to the ground, though I can still feel his stare burning into me. "I can hear you ya know, you act like the corner is a sound-proof wall." The stranger laughs to himself. "And he's an ass too." Luke lets out a sigh and shoves his hands into his pockets, walking to the stranger. "Listen, as soon as you can walk you're out." Luke stares the boy down. "Chill mate, I'm not trying to steal your girl." He looks up from his foot, smirking at Luke. "We aren't together." I interrupt. "What's your name?" Luke asks. "Harry, Harry Styles..." He replies. "I'm, uh, Luke and this is-" "Sayla, I know." Harry answers for him. Luke let out a frustrated sigh, stalking out of the coffee shop, grabbing a rifle on his way out.

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Hi..Sorry if this sucks but please keep reading! I have a lot of plans for this fic :)