The Infection: Survivors

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

The time slowed, stilled, froze.

Kane's body shook like he had been electrified. My body, on the other hand, was petrified, fearing his answer. Did he loved me? was the question that was plaguing my chaotic mind. Maybe I shouldn't have said it, maybe I had understood him wrong and took false conclusions. So many 'maybes' were spinning and spinning in my head, making me curse at myself for my stupidity. I could have lost him.

My eyes began to water and my chest was aching, he hadn't answered. He had said nothing, not even looked at me. Then, a low, stunned, voice sounded.

"You love me?"

"Yes..." I whispered, hurt dripping from that simple word.

"Oh my God, you love me. You love me!" He shouted, laughing. Kane picked me up and spun me around, so fast that I got dizzy. He was shouting and howling, completely and utterly happy. Laughter bubbled in my chest, tears falling. Happy tears.

When I got too dizzy, I begged Kane to stop and put me down, while trying to contain my laugh. He did as I said, only to start kissing me like there was no tomorrow. His urgent, vibrant and excited lips crashed against mine with such force that I was sure he had bruised them. He was panting, smashing me in his chest, whispering soft words while kissing me. Tears falled heavily when I understood the meaning of them. 'I love you' was what he was saying, over and over again. He loved me.

Kane kissed my tears away, nuzzling me.

"I love you." He said, in a much stronger and determined voice.

I smiled widely at him, not believing in what I was hearing. He actually loved me and I couldn't be happier. He made me happy.

"Say it again." He whispered in my ear.

"I love you, Kane."

He grinned and kissed me again, sweetly, gently.

Feeling much more relaxed in his arms and forgot the pain in my arm, it was just a dull ache compared to the overwhelming joy that I felt. Then I remembered Samantha.

"Don’t you like Samantha?" I asked, hiding my face in his wide chest.

"What? Why would I like her?" He hissed, gabbing my shoulders so he could look at my face.

"I don't know, maybe because she is like you and..." I trailed off, I felt too embarrassed to continue.

"Wait, those 'bad moods' were because of her? He asked, his voice cold and his eyes colder.

I didn't answer, I didn't knew how to answer. So I shot another question.

"Why did you attack her?"

"Because I thought that I had just lost you and the last thing I needed was someone there with me." He answered as his eyes clouded. "I wouldn't want anyone, ever again, if I had lost you."

Sighing, I reached him, taking his face in my hands and rubbing my nose in his. He relaxed almost immediately, I could always made him relax, but the haunted look in his eyes was still there, hurting him. I had never thought that I affected him so much. I only hoped that I could take that look away from him too. That was all I wanted.

"You didn't lost me and you're never going to, so relax. Now, let's go, the jeep should be a few miles away and its getting dark." I said, grabbing his hand. He nodded and, wrapping an arm around me, we started walking.

Forty minutes later, we found the jeep. A tiny bit of guilt pinched me when I saw Alana and Charlotte treating a few of Samantha's wounds. She was whimpering and even growled a few times. I raised my head to Kane. His face held no emotion, he seemed like he couldn't care less about what happened to her.