Savin' Me

Chapter 6

After Lisa had left the cabin she had been alone for a few minutes, but then Cas came in. He didn't say a word to her; instead he took one of the pillows off of the bed and placed it on the floor. He didn't exactly look happy or comfortable, but Allison decided not to bring it up. The bed wasn't big enough for the both of them anyway.

Within minutes Cas was out cold, passed out right there on the floor. Unlike him sleep didn't come to fetch her so quickly. Two hours later she was still lying there, just staring at the ceiling. She envied the man on the floor. She wanted to sleep but the fever had a mind of it's own. Rest was not on the agenda. Instead, Allison watched Cas sleep. She couldn't help but feel a little creepy as her eyes rested on the sleeping man. What else was there to do? Not much.

The awkward feeling did pass after an hour or so. It was innocent enough; it wasn't as if she were undressing him with her eyes. If their paths had somehow crossed five or six years ago, that might have been something she would do. He was attractive. Extremely attractive, and his eyes! The first thing she had seen when she had woken up was his eyes. There was something about this man that was intriguing. Though over the past few years, Allison noted that most of the remaining population was intriguing in some way.

For two hours she watched him, studying the rise and fall of his chest and the small changes in facial expressions. For two hours she felt bad about stealing his bed. She stared and thought about her own situation. Somehow she'd gotten hurt and sick after that. She'd been separated from Brad and taken in by a group of strangers. A sort of thing that would normally have her rushing for a gun and holy water, but she couldn't explain it; she didn't feel threatened. Lying in the same room as a strange man? Letting a woman play doctor with her? She prided herself with being a good judge of character, so far the few people she'd come in contact with seemed nice enough, and sane. Not flesh eating zombies infected by some fucking virus. Brad had told her that some people had the balls to make camps or safe havens, though they had never stopped at one. He had insisted that they were better off on their own anyways. Overtime, Allison had grown used to it. It had always just been the two of them. Being around other people was just so rare.

People weren't all that bad. At least they didn't used to be like that. Events changed and shaped them. For example, Allison hadn't always been good with a gun. People got sick and suddenly humanity was on the brink, everyone thought that the world was ending. Well not everyone, there were a few nut jobs that pinned it on Global Warming. Five years back, she never would have guessed she'd end up being a formidable marks-woman. Her life was one of the many that had changed dramatically. The things she had been exposed to, everything that she had seen and killed. Adapting was the only way to survive it and that was a lesson that she learned quickly

As she lay there she wondered what his story was. Everyone had one, even if they didn't want to admit it. Cas looked like he had a story, it was a funny conclusion to jump to seeing is that the man had said only a handful of words to her and she knew nothing about him. There was just something about him.

She fell asleep to that curious thought. For a little while, for the first time since she had woken up; Allison's thoughts drifted from Brad.