Marks

The natural ability to hunt

Dawson's POV

"I will be joining you on this mission." Cheif nodded her head as if obaying herself. "There is no question on the matter."

Ok first of all, hearing Cheif talk like this is pretty unsettling. Honestly, imagine over time one of the people you spend most of your time with starts to talk like modern day Shakespeare, even if everyone had changed. Couldn't she have just said 'no questions asked'?

Second, no way in hell. She is not going out there if I have any say in this. The heart stopping moment when I thoughts I had lost her? No. That is not happening again.

"Cheif with all due respect, you haven't been trained for the position of runner. You have been trained to be a leader, not a fighter."

I regret saying that. But, to be honest, I would be surprised if I didn't. Milliseconds after I had finished talking, Cheif had a dagger to my throat. "That may be true, but some things can occur naturally in humans." She hid the dagger so quick, I didn't even see where it went. "Such as the mental ability to hunt."

She was rather close if I do say so myself. I even felt a shivered run up my spine and being the nervous wreck I am, I was frozen.

Luckily, she took a step backwards and gracefully swept to infront of me. Now at least I wasn't malfunctioning like a broken robot. "Y-You have a point. So I'll just, ya know, tell the others then. When do we leave?"

"In approximately 26 minutes." I nodded and left as fast as I could. A breath escaped me as the door closed, a significant amount of pressure off of my shoulders.

I wasn't able to stop Cheif from being a runner for this mission, much like Ava. But I'm not going to fail at protecting Cheif like I did her. If I had just gotten there sooner, made it to her, protected her, she wouldn't be in this situation.

Ava would remember.

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Panic surged in my chest as I focused more on her then my own situation. Not wise but whatever. "Watch out!"

I bent backwards which caused the zombie to swipe where my head had just been. "Thanks!" I yelled back to Emma, who was always warning us of things like this.

Cheif slid under the zombies legs and stabbed it in the back, a pretty impressive and badass move I think. I might be a little bias though. Just a little.

I had probably already 'killed' seven zombies so far, while Cheif had 'killed' nine. Remind me never to doubt her ever again.

Each time the zombie took a step forwards, I took one either to the side or back. I quickly realized my mistake as reality hit me like a truck. I'm on a roof. A really, really high roof.

A gasp escaped my lips as the Zombie infront of me was stabbed from behind, and my foot landed on nothing but air. My hands shot forward, trying to grasp at anything they courgjr onld on their own accord.

The only sound was the pounding of my heart, and everything was in slow motion it seemed.

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

"...Dawson!" A hand grabbed mine, wrapping and gripping like I would die if they let go. The panicked voice of Abby hit me, something I hadn't gotten to hear in a long time.

Something that made a smile appear on my face.

"You idiot! You could have died!" Abby pulled me to her by the shirt, and fisted it in her hands. Emma stood beside us, gapping at the sight infront of her.

All the zombies were dead, so she was able to stare at me as her Cheif clutched onto me tightly. I glanced down and my heart clenched at the sight of her trembling.

I most have scared her. Like, a lot. I hadn't seen her cry since before, no one has. That fact is probably why Emma is still watching in awe.

"I'm fine," my arms lifted, wanting to wrap around her, but feared the consequences afterwards. Plus, I didn't want Emma saying anything.

Abby looked up at me, considering she's 5'4 and I'm 5'11, with anger on her face but a tear on her cheek. She shoved me away, causing me to stumble slightly. Thankfully not over the edge once again.

She turned and walked back towards the stairs, turning around to glance at me for a few seconds before going down them.

"What. Was. That?!?" Emma ran up to me with wide eyes. "Cheif literally just  cried on your chest! Dude!" She punched me playfully on the shoulder.

"I know." I brushed her off, following Abby down the stairs. That might have been rude, but I'm honestly very concerned.

She cried.

Cheif cried.

At that thought, my legs caried me down the stairs at a faster pace. A sigh escaped me as I saw her watching the front of the building, which was clear. Her arms were crossed and the same face was plastered on her.

Chief.

"6D, where is your partner?" I'm not sure how she knew that, but Chief knew everything. After I told her Emma was still upstairs, she just nodded.

Moments later we left with no mentions of what had happened minutes earlier. Emma had came down the stairs and still seemed baffled, but better composed.

Good thing Emma knows better than to mention anything. Could you imagine if Chief found out there was 'rumors' going around about her and I? I can.

We'd all be dead.