OxO (Short story)

OxO2

There are not much of us left.

People are still dropping like flies. We have to find a way out. We're running out of time. I look over to Owen and shake him a bit. He opens his eyes and smiles at me. I tear. 

"You can't die."

"I'm not dying" he chuckles.

"Then don't sleep." I say, my voice cracking.

"I'm tired." He whispers.

"I'm sad." I counter.

He lifts his head, and shuffles over ever so slightly.

"Come here."

I do so. He was cold. So cold. And that made me sad. I couldn't lose him. Not him too.

We have been together for years now. We met at a friend's party a while back. We started talking in the kitchen and never stopped. I knew he was for me the moment we met. And he did too. There's not much else to know about our relationship other than we would die for each other. We were meant to be together. 

Our mutual friend that brought us together is dead. I'm pretty sure everybody that was at that party is dead. And we've reached a point in our reality that death doesn't affect us as much as it did before. We ust try not to end up like the people we knew who are no longer alive. 

"You're cold." I say to him as I lie on his chest.

"You're warm." He says with a smile.

"There are tanks over us right now. We've got to get a move on." I say as I start to sit up.

"Give me a minute." He replies, pulling me in for a kiss.

His lips are dry and cracked. But they are perfect. Evrything about him is perfect. Which is why I cannot let him die. If he dies, then I'll also die. 

The kiss deepends and I climb on top of him. I think about being with him like before and the urge takes over me. I reach for his belt.

"We can't." he whispers.

"Why not?" I whisper back, lips still entwined and slowly lifting his shirt.

"Because you'll get sick." he says firmly.

I stop.

"No I won't." I say backing up so I can look him in his eyes.

"You don't know that." He counters quickly.

"I showed symptoms also, I took the same vaccine and I'm fine!" I said standing up.

"But we can't be too sure 'tav. You're probably the only person out there like this. I can't put you at risk in any way." He says sitting up.

"I don't care about risk! I just wwant to be with you! You're dying and I have to sit here watching you do so while feeling perfectly fine! This is so unfair!"I yell walking away from him towards the water.

I know what he's saying makes sense. But I don't want it to. It just doesn't make any sense. I was in the same exactt positioon he was in before but I somehow got over it. None of us know why or how but ever since, Owen's condition was been worsening. His body is rejecting the blood but it just can't seem to rid it. I look over to him as he struggles to stand. I walk over to help him.

"You shouldn't be standing." I say to him as I wrap his arm around my shoulders, giving him support.

"They heard us. We've got to leave, now." The says limping.

"What ? The people up top ? How?" I say before i catch myself. "My yelling, shit."

We make our way from under the bridge to a sewer leading under the city.We walk for miles until we find gateway leading to the underground subway system. What we find is a large scale of dead bodies. We walk through. The smell alone would be enough to kill us. We avoid contact with anything from fear of catching yet another disease. After hours of walking we fin a control room. Or, what used to be one. We rest.