Forever Dead (On Hold)

Chapter Thirty Three

Kat's P.O.V

“You may want a change of shirt” Ed called, pointing down to my burnt vest top. A majority of it was burnt, my stomach was showing and the burns didn’t stop there, the entire back was full of holes and it was a miracle that my bra was only singed at the straps. I flushed bright red, feeling like a complete idiot. I was one of those people that doesn’t ‘expose’ my skin apart from my arms, face and neck and feet. I get self-conscious when I wear a large crop top that is just a little too small to go past my hips. “Here, my sister couldn’t wear this so take it” He said throwing me a small t-shirt. I laughed at the size of it.

“You expect me to pull this over me?” I said in disbelief, pulling the t-shirt over my head. It just about reached my bellybutton. “You don’t think you could have gotten a smaller shirt? I’m lucky this covers most of my chest” I said, pulling at the bottom of the t-shirt in hope it will go further down but it didn’t it just went back.

“Hey, at least you have something to wear, be thankful you didn’t have to strut around like wearing what you were before” I sighed and smile politely at him. I was by no means happy, the second I see another piece of clothing which is bigger than an age 9-10 I am taking it, I don’t care what size or even if it is a men’s t-shirt, I am taking it. “Wow this is the happiest I’ve seen you”

“I am not happy I am actually plotting to kill you, I am not happy, this is all fake, how can anyone be happy in these events? Hey, I really don’t like this or this, hello kitty t-shirt” I said angrily with a hint of sarcasm. I wasn’t actually planning on killing him, he’s nice-ish. I just really didn’t want to be wearing this top. “I was just kidding, I wouldn’t kill you, I’m not a monster” I muttered to myself as I walked in a direction, parallel to the burnt buildings.

“Well how kind of you” He joked sarcastically. I’m guessing he didn’t realise I had walked off. “Hey, where are you going?” He called from behind me. I pointed ahead of me; it was pretty obvious that I was going this way. “Oh very funny but seriously, where are you going?”

“I am hoping to find a road if I go this way, from there on I know where I am and where to go to hopefully find my friends and a better t-shirt” I said, raising my voice towards the end.

“Oh very funny, you know you could have said no to the offer” he retorted, I glared at him. “Oh, didn’t you think of that” I didn’t move my gaze from him. But I did want to laugh at him, well more myself, I didn’t think of it and I am an idiot.

“No I didn’t now let’s go. I want to get moving otherwise I don’t think I can move again if we stop” I called, rubbing my thighs as I walked on. It was killing me just to sit up, imagine the pain I had to face by moving. “So tell me about you, Ed” I called curiously, looking at the man beside me. He wasn’t really a teen anymore, he was practically an adult, or that’s what I thought.

“What is there to know except I am stuck in a zombie apocalypse with a blonde idiot, oh wait you already knew that” He teased; I balled my fist and hit his arm. It wasn’t playfully, it was a full on punch, pushing him off track. “Make that a violent blonde chick that should’ve probably stayed in her packet” my eyes widened at his insult, did he just call me a doll? Because I am not, I’m not that pretty, thin or tall. Barbie is like six-foot in really life and had a ten inch waist.

“Oh you did not just call me a Barbie” I called, placing on hand on my hip and letting the other relax at my side. He shook his head, a smirk written across his face.

“No I was thinking more along the lines of Cyndi, you know the cheaper version of Barbie who isn’t as pretty or popular” He joked. I could see his ego increase as he spoke.

“Fuck you!” I yelled, pushing him into a nearby pond. “I know I’m not pretty by any means but thanks for actually admitting that to me, I am feeling so confident about how I look already without you complimenting me” I declared sarcastically. I know that I wasn’t pretty but that hurt, was he trying to make me punch him?

“What are you going to do? Give me a makeover?” he challenged, I have never felt so criticized in my life.

“Oh, did you want a makeover? Well sorry but I didn’t bring my equipment, or even bought any make up in my life. You seem to have a little mark right here” I said pulling my fist back and hitting him square in the face. I pulled away and walked off with him gasping for air, I’m guessing he wasn’t expecting that.

“You are a psycho, and you might just make it through this” I nodded to myself at least he isn’t so much of a douche to me. “You punch hard to, remind me not to piss you off” he joked, pulling himself out of the shallow pond he had found rather homely. I chuckled at the comment, and helped him up.

“Remind me not to get in an argument with you, otherwise that will happen” I joked and walked on. This wasn’t too bad, I met a new friend, more of an acquaintance that I take the piss out. I guess the feeling was mutual.