midst of death

Chapter Eleven

~Chance~

I watched her walk away, the taste of her lips still on my own. I couldn't figure out what had come over me, and I collapsed to the ground. The rejection that rolled over me in torrents wouldn't let up and leave me alone. This pain was unbelievably intense and I was sure that I wouldn't be able to live through this, and if I did, I certainly won't get away with my heart in one piece.

I wondered if it was even possible to have a romance during the end of the world. Sometimes I was afraid to even feel anything other than fear and adrenaline. It was a pleasant shock to know that they weren't the only feelings that we could feel now. Once again I bowed my head down into my knees and shook it slightly. This was unreal feeling that I shouldn't even be relating to.

I laid my head in my arms, and decided that I would stay there until I calmed down. The sticks and rocks dug into my arms, legs, and chest. I welcomed the pain. It took a little bit off of the searing in my heart.

The dirt smelled of blood. I squeezed my eyes shut and flew up onto my arms when I realized that I was right beside the zombie. Its blood was a strange color, like a greenish red that distinguished zombie blood from human. But beside the greenish blood, I found normal looking blood. My eyes widened and I jumped onto my feet and ran toward the house. 

~Alex~

I hadn't realized that I'd cut my hand twirling the machete. It stung like hell, and I couldn't believe that that much blood could come out of my hand. I dug through my bag and found a relatively clean shirt that I never wore. I tore a strip off of it and wrapped my hand the best I could. It hurt, and I clenched my teeth together, trying to keep back tears. Thank God none of the zombie blood got into it, or I would've been infected for sure. I found little metal wires and I poked it through the fabric and twisted it so it wouldn't come off easily. Just as I finished twisting the wire Chance burst through the door and found me. 

Inwardly, half of me groaned in frustration and the other half sighed in relief. This was going to get tiring trying to hate him. 

It took one look for him to run off. He came back a few moments later with a first aid kit. "Don't you dare waste that on me." I complained. "This'll be fixed in a few days without that kit."

He ignored me and began to untwist the wire and unwrap my hand. The cloth had already been bled through. I winced at how blood-soaked the shirt was. It was a lot worse than I thought. He looked up at me for a fraction of a second, but I saw enough to know that he was thinking the same thing. My hand was all red, and my stomach rolled slightly. I couldn't stand seeing my blood so I finally had to look away and at Chance's head. I watched him work, but not when he applied various things to the cut. 

It felt like it took a lifetime for him to bandage it up, but eventually he had my hand wrapped in gauze. I had to admit that it looked a lot better than what I had tried to do. He began to pack up the kit when I placed my unbandaged hand on his. "Thank you." I muttered awkwardly.

Just as awkwardly, he replied, "No problem."

I began to slowly walk away, when he stood up. I turned around, and I ran back to him. My lips found his as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and my hands tangled in his hair. At first he was stiff, and I knew it was because of what I had said earlier. I broke away and whispered in his ear, "Kiss me!" and found his lips again. Slowly he unstiffened and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. He pulled me toward him, and I loved how the contours of his body felt against my own. He was squeezing me too tight, but it wasn't tight enough for me.

When he kissed me, I felt as if the world wasn't ending. It was as if we were in our own world, and I loved it. When we pulled away, we were both panting. I laid my head against his chest, and I loved the way his shoulders were shaped. He placed his hand beneath my chin and kissed me again, softly and tenderly. It made me want him a lot more.

I knew that this was going to kill me eventually. I would now fight to keep him in my life, and make sure that he stayed. And if anything ever happened to him, it would destroy me. It was dangerous to myself leaning over the edge, but I already fell.

Head over heels for Chance, and no time soon was I climbing back out.

~Chance~

This was really dangerous, to get close to her like this. But I couldn't help it. I knew for a fact that this could end badly, but all the same, I refused to give her up like I did before. This time, she's mine.