Malia hates pancakes. She always have, even before this stupid apocalypse thing started, so when the smell of cooking pancakes whiffed through the room her stomach churned before She got the chance to open her eyes or get confused about why and how exactly someone in the house is ACTUALLY cooking pancakes. Malia groaned quietly and sat up, she could feel her feet tingling, waking up inside her boots,she always wore them while sleeping, it had become a rule for her, even while caught of guard, you always have to be ready to run.
She made her way down the stairs, the wood creaked under her boots, Malia had gotten pretty light on my feet from all the running and hiding but over the last few days she learned that the old house creaked when you were laying still.
Once Malia made her way downstairs Her first sight was a mop of black hair and frustrated green eyes looking down at a portable gas stove "Oh my gosh Will! Where did you find that!" She skipped over to him
"shed in the backyard" Will tinkered with it for a minute without looking up "it's nearly out though" this time he looked up and grinned "so you decided to cook pancakes" Malia sighed, but her stomach rumbled
"Well they had the mixture there and it looked perfectly fine so.."
"and-" he cut her off as she opened her mouth to protest "I know you don't like them but I figured if you were hungry you would eat them"
"Gosh you sound like my mom.." She muttered under my breathe so Will wouldn't hear, talking about parents or really anyone we used to know was an extremely touchy subject. She made her way over to the 3 legged table, they had tried to fix it a few times but figured if they just leaned on the good side everything would stay in place. "Oh.. And nice hair by the way" Will said with a wink passing over a plate of not very well cooked pancakes "yeah well nice cooking slinthead" She said returning his wink. He chuckled for a second then started for the seat next to her, He brushed down her wild blonde hair down and then kissed the top of her head as he passed.
A year ago, Malia and Will hated each other, well at least she thought they did. They used to be neighbours but they might have been the only thing they had in common because they were complete opposites, She was the type to stay in and drink tea while reading while he would have house party's and listen to music to loud but everything changed nearly a year ago, when the virus hit, turning innocent people into dead rotting flesh who walk and eat people, zombies, which of course changed everything, Will and Malia were exact copies of each other, just simply trying to survive.
A/N: So I wanted to do this for a while now! I guess I'm starting 😙 here's my story! Hope y'all enjoy! Xx COMMENT IF YOU LIKE IT AND ILL ADD MORE :) xxx
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Through the dead.
Teen FictionA story of a girl and boy, falling in love, fighting zombies and surviving, with all the pain and uncertainty along with it.
