"we're all killers. we've all killed parts of ourselves to survive. we've all got blood on our hands, something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive."
saige used to think the worst thing that could happen was the football captain not liking...
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Saige's POV
I trailed behind the newly found stranger, introduced as Harry, my fingers resting on my gun.
"You know, if you don't trust me, I can just tell you which room it's in and you can get it yourself." He said, not looking back at me.
"Of course I don't trust you," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "I need some medicine."
"For you friend?" he asked. "The one who's fallen ill?"
I nodded before realizing he wasn't looking at me. "Yes."
We walked in silence for about 20 minutes later, we arrived in front of a small rest home, a single Z walking in our direction.
"Well, I guess this is the end of the road," he muttered. "Room's the fourth on the left, you'll find whatever you need, I hope."
He started to turn away, heading in the other direction when I spoke. "There might be a horde in there."
He turned around, raising his eyebrows. "Not my problem."
"Could you come in with me?" I asked quietly to the new stranger. "I'll give you a whole pack of crackers."
He hesitated, thinking on the offer before huffing. "Fine, but only if you give me the crackers first."
"Hell no," I chuckled, pulling my gun from my holster. "You might take off in the other direction as soon as you get your hands on them."
He cocked his head to the side before nodding. "Fair."
I couldn't help but watch as he jogged back over to me, a little curl peeking from his green bandanna bouncing at the action. He was the first non-American I had met on the road and I was quite shocked that he was still here in the States.
He had green eyes that I'd only caught a glimpse of once, his dark brown hair messily put together with a large green bandanna, a black hoodie covering his torso. I caught the small cross on his hand as he reached for him gun, turning to me.
I followed him inside, my gun trained beside me as I looked for signs of Z's anywhere. The hallway was empty besides a dead one in a wheelchair but I ignored it, following Harry. He stopped in front of a door, softly kicking it open with his foot before aiming his gun in the room.
He didn't even flinch when a Z came at him, putting a knife into it's eye before letting it fall to the ground. He stood in the doorway as I passed him, searching the medicine cabinets and shoving stuff into my bag.
I saw the Tami-flu in a drawer, grabbing all four packs of it before turning to a door that must have the bandages and stuff in it.
I go to reach for the knob, but Harry cut me off. "Don't-"
I ignored him, twisting open the knob, a Z grabbing me by the shoulders and shoving me to the ground. I could hear the chorus of growls as multiple Z's came out and attacked me. I shot the first couple as Harry fought some off but there were too many, they were all shoving me to the ground.
Multiple gunshots filled the small room, making my ears rings as only one hovered over me, about to kill me. This was getting old.
Harry pulled the Z from my body, stabbing it in the back of the head before pulling me to my feet harshly.
"I said not to go in there!" he yelled, running a hand through his hair. "Damn it."
I noticed the blood trickling down his hand as I pulled myself together, reaching for it.
"Let me see that," I said, reaching for his hand as he snatched it away. "Let me see it."
He slowly raised his arm, letting me see the cut on his hand. It wasn't a bite. I felt relieved as I pulled a stool from underneath the desk, motioning for him to sit.
I reached for a package of bandages, along with alcohol. I stood in front of him, between his legs, opening the package of bandages.
"This is going to hurt." I mumbled softly, pouring alcohol on a cotton ball before cleaning his cut.
He hissed softly, pulling his arm away. "Sorry."
"It's fine," I said before putting a bandage on his hand, declaring him healthy. "You'll be fine."
"You came all the way out here for Tami-flu?" He asked, standing back up, rubbing his neck softly.
"If you leave the flu untreated, it can kill you." I rolled my eyes at him.
We cleared the home without another Z before standing awkwardly outside. I pulled the pack of crackers from my pocket before handing them to him.
"Thanks." He mumbled before starting to turn away.
"Are you- do you have a place to stay?" I asked him feeling as if I should pay him back for everything he's done.
"I'll find somewhere." He said, walking a few steps in the other direction.
I didn't want him to leave, his presence was comforting.
"You can stay with me," I offered as he turned around, raising his eyebrows again. "Well not me- us, there's my friend and I, we have some supplies-"
"Sure." He cut me off, meeting my eyes.
"We're staying about three miles through the woods," I said to him. "It'll be about forty-five minutes."
He nodded before following me, heading back in the direction of the house. I smile softly at my newly found friend, sticking my hands in my back pockets. I'm glad that he found me and saved me, glad I found another person I help protect Asher and I.
Oh god, Asher.
What if I get there and he's gone? What if I misdiagnosed him and his illness got the best of him? I glance down at the pocket watch I had, telling I had been gone for about three hours. It doesn't take three hours to get water. What if he went out to look for me?
I picked up my pace, nearly at a run as Harry struggled to keep up beside me.
