Love Apocalypse

6: Canada

Me and Diesel jump off the garage roof and take a landing into grass that's starting to die.

While running with both bags on my back I hold onto them tightly. I don't trust this guy and I don't want him to take my stuff.

As we run into the forest I start to pant and get tired. Diesel starts running ahead until he's about five meters ahead.

"Give me a bag or run faster." He snarled. I rolled my eyes and picked up the pace once again. No way in hell is he getting to hold my stuff.

We run for about three more minutes before we come across the high way.

I stop running and he does too. As I pant and sweat like a dog, I grab water out of my bag and take a few sips.

I peek at Diesel and I caught him looking at the water.

I hold to water to him and he declines by looking away. Be that way then. I thought to myself.

I got my handgun out from my belt and held it down. He also grabbed his submachine gun. Biters were roaming all over the road.

"Give me the bag. You can't carry both of them while clearing this road." He stated matter of factly.

"No!" I retorted. "You'll just take it and run." I said.

Diesel signed and rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to take it. You seem weak so you'll need this stuff more then I do." He said.  What the hell? Weak? Who is he calling weak?

"What did you just say to me?" I said seething.

"You heard me, now hand it over."

"I'm not giving you the bag."

Right when I finished stating I wont give him the bag he spun me around and ripped it off my shoulder.

"What the fuck!" I yelled angrily.

Diesel laughed and shook his head showing off his perfect white teeth and dimples. When he laughed it wasn't a rude or fake laugh. It was real, like he was happy. Happy from my embarrassment. But happy.

"I won't take your bag." He said looking at me with his deep eyes. "I promise."

His deep voice echoed through my ears. My body had a wave of a weird feeling. I didn't know what happened but I just let him keep the bag.

He turned to the road and we went back to back. "Can you shoot?" He asked.

"Of course I can shoot." I said rolling my eyes.

"Just making sure." He replied. He winked at me and turned back. My belly started spinning. What the hell is happening to me?

We walked out onto the road holding out knifes and stabbing every biter that came close then shooting the ones that were farther but coming closer.

"Take this bag and run to that red truck with the cover! I'll spot for you!" He shouted to me.

"No, you go I'll spot for you!" I replied. No way was I running.  I clearly had the better shot and he was stronger to carry the bags.

He rolled his eyes, "Just don't shoot me." He said. I held back a chuckle and smiled and handed him the second bag.

He started running full force with the bags and I shot any biters that came near him.