It all happened so fast. Disaster. Widespread panic.
A Pandemic.
It wasn't long before the Infected were everywhere.
When Hayley Brookes near-perfect life comes crashing down around her - due to a new, widespread, incurable strain of virus and she...
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I have to confess, I didn't really know what I was thinking when I followed him inside. I should be running in the complete opposite direction, not wandering after him.
But I had to get back to Lily, before it was... too late. And I didn't have my backpack anymore or, more importantly, the medicine she needed. He did. Or so I assumed, since I woke to find it gone.
I needed it back before I left. To save Lily. Returning empty handed just wasn't an option.
I walked into the room I had woken in, to find him facing away from me, shrugging on his leather jacket.
"Where is it?" I demanded, storming—with a limp—into the room. It wasn't the friendliest of hellos, but I really, really didn't care right now.
He turned to look at me, face blank and eyes cold as he spoke sourly, "Well aren't you just a little Miss Sunshine. Hello to you, too."
I didn't let up, "My backpack, I need it. Where is it?"
All I got was another bored look. "You know, most people would be thanking the person that saved their life."
"Well, maybe I'm not most people."
That finally seemed to get a reaction from him, a sly smirk making it's way onto his face. "I don't doubt it for a second."
His heated stare gave me the urge to turn and run but I needed those antibiotics and I wasn't backing down. I turned from his smirk, casting my eyes around the room before beginning to turn it upside down in search for it.
I was losing all hope as I got to the couch cushions, upturning them all desperately when a throat cleared.
"Looking for this?"
In his hand, he held my rucksack nonchalantly, as if I hadn't been looking for it this whole time. He tossed it towards me and as I dove to catch it I stupidly landed on my bad leg, sprawling ungracefully on the floor.
I ignored at his widening smirk, obviously finding my pain humourous but instead huriedly zipped open the bag, relief flooding in when I found everything still in there.
"What's with all the drugs?" My heart dropped. He couldn't know. No-one could.
"You looked through my bag." I accused. All I got was an unemotional stare as if to say 'duh'. "Did no-one ever tell you it was rude to look through a girls bag?"
"My mistake, I thought that only applied to before the apocalypse," he threw back sarcastically.
I scoffed, "Well, it's none of your business, anyway." I made to get up, wanting to leave now that I had my backpack and forget all about this leather-jacket-wearing ass. Getting up was embarrassing enough with my ankle, basically having to hop towards the door.
