Of all Things Red (10k love story)

Chapter 3

It had been an all of 3 hours since they escaped the basement, now filled with zombies.

Charmane stood under the flow of water. It was a steady cold stream as she cleansed herself of all the blood.

A soft knock was heard on the door.

"Almost done in there?" John asked.

"Yeah." Charmane then turned off the shower and climbed out, wrapping a towel around herself.

She opened the door for John.

"Clothes?" She asked.

John stood there in a plaid button up, that was quite thick, old rugged jeans, steel toed boots. His hair was pulled back and out of his face. Charmane noted a thin white scar that ran through his eyebrow up to his hairline.

"Here, it's not much but it should fit. The steel toed boots are for just in case." He said this as he handed her the clothes, his eyes drifted down her body subtly.

Charmane looked at it then nodded to him and closed the bathroom door.

She pulled on the black sports bra, then the thin red spaghetti strap shirt, and a plaid button up. She pulled on the panties that were slightly to big but would do. She stared at the jeans before sliding them on. They were men's jeans, ripped here and there but they fit quite well. She lastly slipped on the steel toed boots after her socks.

She walked out the bathroom pulling her hair into a bun.

"How did you know my sizes?" She asked.

John just shrugged and turned to leave.

"I had 3 sisters before the apocalypse. It was just them, my mom, and I. You learn a lot about women in that kind of situation."

Charmane took this in. It explained his need to keep himself clean and the fact he didn't treat her as something beneath him like the other men did.

"I had a little brother." She started she looked to him before grabbing the book bag that he had given her.

"It was just my mother, 2 sisters, my brother and I." She said this evenly as they look to eachother.

"Sounds like we're from the same cloth." He said, referring to the missing family.

Charmane grimaced and turned away, a fire burned within her.

John stared for a moment before turning back in front of him again and walking outside the rundown farmhouse.

Charmane looked to him before following.

"We should head out. My gang were actually connected to a bigger unit believe it or not." He lead her to a truck.

"1967 Chevrolet step side pickup." Charmane said as she whistled.

"This use to be my dream car. I use to look at all the classic models and I really wanted a step side pickup." She ran her hand over the door before opening it and hopping in.

John seemed to smirk before getting into the driver's side.

"I've had her for 10 years." He said this proudly as he rubbed his thumb over the steering wheel.

"She's a true beauty."

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