"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
God, I was freezing.
I scooted closer to the one other source of heat in the tent, snuggling into his chest. I heard him hum lowly before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me closer to him.
I sighed heavily as he wrapped his arms around my waist, my hand draped over his abdomen. Warmth spread through my body, my eyelids droop as he starts to mumble something.
"Stay with me."
I smiled softly, cuddling into his neck.
***
"Wake up, lovebirds, I don't have time for you two to get snuggly with each other." Asher said, kicking Harry's foot. "It's my turn to sleep, I'm freezing and exhausted."
"I'm up, I'm up." Harry said, untangling himself from me, instant shivers breaking out across my body as he pulled away.
I started to get out and follow him, but Asher pulled me back, his fingers cold against my warm skin. "He can take watch, why don't you stay with me?"
"I'm actually not tired anymore, I'm all woken up now." I rolled my eyes, pulling my arm away.
Asher rolled his eyes with a huff and disappeared into the tent. I went over to Harry, who was putting firewood into the pit and starting a fire.
I pulled my father's coat tighter around me, sitting down in front of the fire, rubbing my arms to create warmth. Harry was sitting on the other side of the fire, his head rested on his hand, dark bags underneath his closed eyes.
He was obviously still tired, so I let him fall asleep and took over the watch myself. I grabbed a blanket from inside the tent and draped it across Harry's chest, grabbing the gun from underneath his leg and tucking it into the waistband of my jeans.
I watched Harry's chest rise and fall with the deep breath's he took. I wonder if him and I would have gotten along before the apocalypse.
Me, a medical student, spending every waking moment with my head in a book or in a class. Harry, spending his days playing music on the street and trying to kick off his music career. I wonder if I ever passed him, would I stop and listen? Or would I continue to pass him without a second glance? It manages to blow my mind because you find yourself aligned with people you would have never been friends with before sickness plagued the world.
A low growl pulled me from my thoughts, a Z appearing from behind a tree. I pulled the knife from my belt, grabbing the Z by it's shoulder and embedding my knife deep in it's skull. It's growls stopped as I roughly pulled my knife out, let it fall to the ground. As I went to sat back by Harry, the sun was just starting to peak through the trees, the color of the fire matching the color of the sky.
"You know, my mum would have loved you," I said to Harry although he couldn't hear me. "She would have loved that I met someone free willed and not studying twenty four hours of the day, she would have loved your British accent, she would have loved that you gave up everything for yourself."
