Savin' Me

Chapter 3

It was like he could see every little fleck of emotion glinting in her eyes. They just as expressive, if not more as the first time he had seen them. This real life moving portrait was different from the two wallet-sized photos he had examined earlier. There was no sign of joy or laughter , and she didn't look tired and miserable. All Castiel could see was a pure dose of fear that bordering on sheer terror. He could understand why she might be so fearful. In general most women did not act cheerful when they woke to find a strange man looming over them, and since the outbreak everyone's defenses has been raised to staggeringly high rates – it was amazing that anyone was able to trust at all.

Unlike most of the other people that currently sought refuge in the camp, his first reaction wasn't to pull away or even strike back. No doubt in his mind that he could easily pull the collar of his shirt out of her grip if he wanted to, he didn't want to spook her. She was delicate enough. So he hung there despite his bodies protest. His face a mere few inches away from hers.

He knew that he needed to get her to let go of him, but first she would need to come out of the silent frenzy that she was currently in. That was something that he could likely accomplish with little to no bloodshed or screaming. "There is nothing to be afraid of, I won't hurt you." Castiel believed his low whisper sounded sincere enough, but she would be the judge of that. He didn't test the waters further, not till she gave him some sort of sign. Whether it was to continue speaking or to get the hell away.

He had the feeling that to some extent she did believe what he was saying because he could feel her fingers loosen the surprisingly vice like grip she had held on his shirt. It was a start. He could practically feel her stares burn holes right through him, it was like she was silently daring him to move, which of course he did not. If anyone were to win the staring contest, it would be him. Castiel had perfected the art some time ago.

It took roughly five minutes for her to settle, but when that time was up she had let her hand fall away from his shirt and back onto the bed. He wasn't sure if it was a sign of surrender or something else. Either way, he could breath easier. "I'm going to turn the light on," He swept his eyes upwards towards the ceiling where the old light fixture hung "Okay?" Cas asked quietly, but he didn't wait for a reply. He slowly pushed himself away from the bed and stumbled about the cabin. Knee's and legs meeting the chair, a trunk and the small table before he found the light switch.

Allison let out a small whimper when the light cut through the darkness. With the light came pain, that was almost always the case. The last time she had seen light , people were holding her down to a bed and some bitch...some bitch was cutting her. She remembered a scream and the pain, like someone had jammed a hot poker into her gut; then the world went black. Even that memory was all too dream like. It felt like it might not have happened, that she was just crazy. In this day and age crazy was an option. Hell, crazy was the norm. The thing was, Allison wasn't sure which she was. She slowly pushed herself up, using her right elbow as a prop. A twinge of heat and pain seared up her side; but for now she would ignore it. More important things to worry about.

Like the man she had almost choked.

While he looked familiar she couldn't come up with a name, or even where she had seen him before; if she had seen him before. Her mind was working against her, something said that the man in the room would be the least of her worries. All trains of thought had left the station and were on a collision course. She knew that she had been awake for five, maybe ten minutes and instantly she realized that this was not the old storage room at the factory. That was the last place she remembered, the old Ford assembly plant just outside of Beford. She and Brad, they'd stopped there to see if they could round up a new set of wheels. Instantly her thoughts came to a screeching halt. Where was Brad?