When she first showed me the bite, my heart stopped. It felt like someone had taken a knife to my heart, and was stabbing it repeatedly. I knew how my family had been warning me, saying that it was wrong to play with her heart but they did not know how much I had lost mine to hers the moment I saw her.
It was the worst situation to meet one’s love of one’s life but as I held the knife, prepared to kill the zombie and saw her, I was stunned. She was so beautiful with that wild curly hair, flushed complexion and dark eyes. I tried to act, maybe a little too hard, that the situation was normal and I was not affected.
When the group left her to die, watching her fight so hard, I had to save her. I didn’t even pause to consider that my family was counting on me to come back with the supplies and to not bring back an extra survivor that would weigh us down. I only thought of it later, when she was lying in my lap, unconscious. I liked her too much for self-preservation and bought her back with me to the school.
At first, she seemed really distant, always going off somewhere in the school by herself and I let her be because it was not right to keep intruding on her privacy. I liked going out with her in the day; she was bright, energetic and youthful and she fit perfectly in my arms, especially when we were dancing. She lost some of that spark when her mother died and it had hurt unexpectedly to see that. I just wanted her to be happy.
On that disastrous day, when I had to be left behind, I was so glad that she was there so that I could see her for the final time. I kissed her on impulse, not knowing how she would have reacted, if she had feelings for me too but I had to push her away to keep her safe. The moment the gates opened, I had to run and hide behind the bushes. Eventually I managed to get near to the school’s back gate but before I could leave the campus, I was spotted by the mob. I had to climb the tree in a desperate bid to survive. As I climbed frantically to get away from the mob, one of the zombies grabbed my foot and nearly bit me but I kicked him off, losing my shoe. The rest were clawing at the tree, groaning and panting hard for my flesh.
They were fortunately too stupid to climb and I knew from experience that eventually, they would go away and forget why they had been standing there in the first place because they lacked a sense of smell. It could take days, weeks but it was worth the wait. I heard a loud music playing just as I had got settled in and I saw Nuru driving a car slowly away and Cassie trying to steer a car in. I could not help but laugh, at both her attempt and my relief that she came back to rescue me.
After the daring rescue, when she started crying, I was so touched that I actually meant something to her and kissed her again. This time, I took it slow and sweet. She responded to me so well that I could have lost control back then if not for the phone call. I realized that a mere infatuation was something more and I wanted to treasure this precious relationship with her. I had been heart-broken once and I did not want to hurt again. She responded in kind so I knew that she had at least some feelings for me.
I knew she was hurting after seeing her father so I thought a movie would have been good treat for her to forget her pain. I did not mean to seduce her there but as we kissed, I just wanted more, I wanted all of her. In my passion, I confessed and I felt my heart sang when she said the same for me. She was so sweet and mine, in both body and heart, as we gave ourselves to each other that entire night. We could not get enough of each other but as night turned to day, we fell asleep together in exhaustion.
She was so adorable the next day, so innocent and not knowing how to behave. I wanted to kiss her all over again and not get back to reality but she insisted. She was trying to be honourable and fulfil her mother’s last wishes. I admired this strength about her so I reluctantly got up and took her to Sentosa once again. It should have been simple! She should have been fine!
Why was Cassie, starting to burn up from a fever??? Why did she have to be taken away from me??? I stared at her sleeping form snuggled in my arms. I studied her fine features and pale, slightly damp skin from sweat. I finally found someone who filled the emptiness in my heart, someone who made me feel alive, someone who understood how it was like to lose people over and over again (she seemed to understand it when I told her even before her parents died) like I did at the hospital and here she was, dying? It was not fair. This chaotic world was horrible and I had to lose her, someone that mattered to me more than I thought ever would.
I quickly got dressed and dressed her. She did not stir at all. I got some wet cloths and wiped her forehead. I kissed her dry lips, hoping she would not go so quickly, yet not wanting her to continue to suffer like this before she died. She shivered and let out a low moan. I wrapped my arms around her. “I am here” I whispered into her ear. Cassie seemed to quieten down a bit and I continued to watch over her, not leaving her side.
I swallowed hard, thinking of what I would have to do to kill her. I didn't want her death to be gory in anyway, I wanted to remember her the way I had seen her so many times with that bright smile and beauty that left me stunned. I didn't want her to die! I would have done anything to take her place. She didn't deserve to lose everything because of a disease! My heart cracked as I thought of how hard it would be to get through life without her. I felt like a fool who was sick with a disease called love and I would never get over her.
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Surviving in Chaos
Romantik"I liked small children too but this one was a little odd. Her eyes were bloodshot and the colour of her eyes were dulled as if the life had gone out of them. That wasn’t the worse part of it, as she ran, it was obvious she was unstable on her legs...
