Flesh Eaters

Falling for a Redneck in the World Ruled by Dead

Chapter 21 - Falling for a Redneck in the World Ruled by Dead

*Grey's POV*

"Guess we're more alike than we thought," I say meeting Murphy's brown eyes.

He watches me for a moment with a thoughtful expression before he nods. "Lets get the gas in the trucks," he says as he moves passed me, holding the wound on his stomach.

I watch him walk away while wondering what's on his mind. Sometimes he's so hard to read.

I sigh before I limp after him.

Murphy grabs a can of gas and makes his way over to our truck without saying a word. I grab the other can and make my way to the other truck.

As I pass the driver door I see Mercedes sleeping. Her thin hands rest on her small baby bump. I wonder if her baby's alive or not as I unscrew the trucks gas cap. If she is, how long would she survive in this world?

My mind flashes to the small infant laying in the crib back at the cabin, snapping it's small jaws hungrily as I stared down at it. I blink the thought away and open the gas can. No need to think like that.

I lift the can up and stick the nozzle in the truck. As the gas glugs into the tank I look up and see Murphy at the gas tank of our truck. He stands with his back to me as he pours the gas.

My eyes linger on his broad shoulders which are greatly defined by his black shirt. Before long I find my eyes drifting down his well muscled back before traveling back up to his shoulders.

Without warning Murphy turns and catches my lustful gaze. He raises an eyebrow as my eyes meet his.

My faces heats up with embarrassment. Quickly I drop my gaze and fumble with the empty gas can. It slips from my grasp and clatters on the pavement. I curse silently to myself as I move to pick it up.

What the Hell's wrong with me? The worlds filled with flesh eating monsters and I'm falling for a redneck I just met.

I glance over at him and find him studying me. My face warms more as I struggle to screw the gas cap back on. My hands shake as my embarrassment grows. Suddenly the cap slips from my hand and rolls underneath the truck.

Great.

I drop down to my hands and knees and clumsily search for the cap. As I blindly search I curse myself under my breath. "Why are you so fucking stupid? Dropping shit.. "

My hand bumps into a dirty brown boot. Slowly I look up and find Murphy standing above me.

"Looking for this," he asks, holding up the gas cap.

Awkwardly I stand and take it from him. "Thanks," I mumble before I turn and attempt again to screw the cap back on.

As I fumble with the cap Murphy comes up behind me. He stands close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body.

"Need help," he breaths on my neck.

Goosebumps breakout causing me to shiver. Before I can respond he takes the cap out of my hand. As he screws it on I step back nervously.

"What's the matter with ya," he asks as he turns to face me.

What's the matter with me? Great question Murphy! My brain races as I try to come up with an answer.

I bite the inside of my lip for a moment before I mumble "nothing."

He watches me, searching my face for something. I feel like I'm under a warm spotlight as I attempt to stand unnerved in front of him.