Romance in an Ending World

Chapter 4: A New place A new face

ASHLEY

I woke up the next day, in what it seems like a bar/restaurant type of place.

I was in the back room with the door open. I was sitting on a hospital bed, that was extremely uncomfortable. "How did this get here?" I asked myself.

I could see half of the place. It was dark and dirty and had broken glass every where. The window were also covered with floor boards, from the main room I could see. Surprisingly there were no walkers around.

When I tried to sit up my head instantly got a sharp pain, on the left side of my forehead, my hands, elbow, and leg all felt the same pain, "Owww!" I whispered.

I reached up to where the pain was, on my forehead. I felt 4 stitches, and a huge bump. I could feel some blood to, but that didn't bother me as much as my confusion and pain.

Wait how did I get here??? Where's my backpack?!?!?!? I heard footsteps coming closer, so I gripped onto my hidden gun.

2 seconds later, I boy that look the same age as me walked in with my backpack. He had black hair, blue eyes, the cutest smile ever, with two dimples on each side of his cheeks, really dark blue jeans, a black bro tank, and a camo jacket.

I unlocked my handy gun, inside my black leather jacket, and pulled it out in front of me and pointed it to his head.

"Toss the bag. Or I will shoot." I urged him.

His smile instantly vanished, and he did as I said and tossed my backpack to me.

"Keep you hands up high above your heads, where I can see them. Don't move or try to run away." I told him.

"Don't worry I won't" he confidently snapped back.

As soon as he said that, I ripped out the knife on the side of my leg, and threw it at his hand. It cut him slightly, and he totally flipped.

"OW!!! What the heck was that!" he yelled.

"That was for doing something stupid!" I yelled back at him. "Now, like I said don't move. OR talk."

He nodded his head. "Thanks." I told him.

He just stood there watching me. In the hospital bed. I was sitting there checking to see if everything was in my backpack was there, and nothing was stolen.

But of course there was. "Where the heck is my picture! Give it to me! Where is it! Give it to me!" I screamed at him.

I tried to get up, and walk over to him and get it my self. But as soon as I got up, I fell to the ground hurting my wrist.

He rushed over to me, "Careful, your uuuhhh-" he hesitated and looked at all the places I had injured my self, "Uh- body is still recovering from those things that you did back there."

He reached over to the drawer next to the hospital bed, for it seemed like a bandage. "Anyways 5 injuries is enough for today."

He sat down next to me on the ground, and tried to help me wrap my wrist. "Don't..." I whispered to him.

"Alright, fine. Just trying to help." He scoffed.

"Well, I don't need your help. I'm perfectly fine just the way I am," I told him.

"Really? Than what was with you fainting back there, and all those injuries? If it wasn't for me you would be dead right now." he said.

"Well, that's personal, and anyway have you ever fought zombies in your life before Mr????" I asked.

"Sean. I'm Sean." he said quickly. "And actually, I have," he said lowering his voice.

"Oh sorry, when have you though? Anyways well Sean. Where am I exactly, how did I get here, what's happening, and I still didn't get my picture yet." I said.

"Woah, woah there. Slow down. Here," He handed me my picture.

"Thanks." I quickly whipped my picture out of his hands. He tugged my arms and tried to help me up. "No, I'm fine."

"Okay, fine." he said putting his hands up, like he was getting arrested or something. "What was that picture anyways?" he said.

I got a tight grip on the bed and the desk, next to the bed. I unsteadily pulled my self up onto the bed, sitting again, and making my wrist worse. "It's personal."

"So, do you have any idea what is happening?" I asked.

We turn to the front door, when we hear banging and moaning trying to get in.

He gets up and says, "The world is ending, that's what is happening..."