Immune To Everything But You [HIATUS]

Chapter Three: Entrance

As you walked, you used your beloved scythe as a staff, but tried not to make sounds with it because sounds attract those creatures and you really didn't want to deal with that shit while you were so tired.

The blonde man took your bag and tossed it over his shoulder with his own duffle bag before stalking up the road next to you. When you flicked your eyes over to him to make sure he wasn't trying anything bad, he seemed to be doing the same. But he didn't look threatened? It looked like he was almost... Checking up on you. Weird.

You were almost completely silent the entire way to the car, and once you both got to it, you didn't climb into the front seat. Oh, no, sweetheart. The midget that is you crawled into the backseat and you were out like a light, barely noticing the smooth rev of the Chevy turning on and heading towards... Whatever town this guy was going to. Honestly, you didn't care, because you were sleeping the heaviest that you'd slept in... Four weeks now? Nightmares invade your every unconscious moment, so sleep was really fucking scary to you.

Even with all of the comments that this guy made, it wasn't hard to tell that he was somewhat trustworthy. At least, trustworthy enough to be asleep around him.

Then again, you really didn't care if you lived or died anymore so that could also play a major part in how it was so easy to sleep like a baby in the backseat of his car.

You slept the entire way, and that was where your fears came out. That was where that mask of nothingness came out and-

You sat bolt upright, almost screaming as tears streamed out of your eyes, which made the man stop the car immediately to make sure there was no danger.

"Mom.... Dad.... Jack...." You had just woken from a nightmare - a memory - of the day that your parents and little brother died.

They were actually killed at your own hand after getting bitten by one of those wretched creatures. You shot them both in the head, and sliced your little brother's head off. Life was fucking tough, okay?

You ran your hands shakily through your hair as the tears ran silently down your cheeks, not even noticing when Mr. Blondie-Dude hooked his leg over the armrest to somewhat comfortably lean into the backseat and hold your shoulders, looking over you with a surprisingly sincere spark of concern in his eyes.

"Are we almost there...?" This was so not the emotionless girl that the guy had met just a few hours ago. This was the vulnerable side of you; the one that, even if it were to come out, no one was around to see anymore. Houston was literally abandoned, nothing but a horde of Walkers.

The male looked you over, biting his lip again and looking into your eyes to make sure that you were actually conscious of what was happening before asking if what was wrong was mental or physical pain.

You just looked at him and sniffled loudly, clearing your throat in an attempt to stop crying before you spoke. "...I don't know... I saw them again... I saw... I..." You couldn't speak from how much shock you were in, having forgotten just how vivid those dreams got. How much it hurt to see them dying again...

After a moment of thought, you just kind of looked down at his hands before closing your eyes.

He nodded in slight relief that you weren't physically hurt and shifted a bit to pull you into an almost protective hug. (Namjoon is mom, okay? Jin isn't here, so he has to fill in.)

"Hey, it's okay... Trust me, it was better for that to happen then for them to have to live through this and suffer more trauma... We still have about fifteen minutes until we get to the complex. You wanna slip up here or lay down for a bit longer?"