A look of horror covered the face of the two men.
The shorter of the two backed away, bending at the hips to puke.
The taller stared in at the scene.
The black woman that his leader had brought back was covered in blood. The hospital gown she wore stained the deep red of life.
The shorter man had seemed to be over the previous bouts of sickness and anger took over him. Not once thinking that the woman before him had took out all 6 men by herself, he charged at her.
Her head turned to them. Her hand instantly finding the charging man's throat and she squeezed. A crushing sound met the ears of the taller man.
She dropped him and starred at the one man left.
He was much different from the other men.
He didn't even seem upset that his comrades were laying around him in a bloody mess. Disturbed? Yes. Upset? No.
"What's your name?" She whispered.
The man's breathe hitched.
"J-john." He let out after a moment. His eyes still connected with hers.
A feminine hand touched his face smearing a bit of blood.
He stared at her as a whole in that moment.
Her grey eyes surrounded by curly lashes, curly hair that framed her heart shaped face. Her brown caramel skin that seemed to be touched by the sun even in the artificially lit basement. Her button nose that lead to a sharp cupid's bow over full lips that were open just a bit. He then noted a scar on her bottom lip and a tooth half it's regular size.
She took him in at that moment.
His curly messy brown hair that fell just out the way for his green eyes. His thick eyebrows just hidden underneath that slightly wild hair. His sharp jawline that outlined his full but thin lips that sat just below his slightly crooked nose.
He wasn't like the other skinny goons. He had muscles that spoke of years of work. He had a even tan that covered all his skin and light scars that scratched here and there on his hairy arms.
She watched him for a second before the sounds of groans could be heard behind them.
"We should get out of here John." She said softly. Her eyes never left his.
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Of all Things Red (10k love story)
FanfictionA head laid on a chest. "Do you ever wonder what would have happened if the zombie apocalypse didn't happen?" A masculine voice asked. "We would have never met." A feminine one answered. "Then I'm glad it did." He leaned forward and kissed her.
