Tommy's First Friend | Z Nation

Chapter 8: Where to next?

He shrugged and opened his arms, motioning for me to sit on his lap again. I gave him a pointed look but complied, loving how he wrapped his arms around me. He then rested his chin on my shoulder and held my hands, playing with my fingers. I smiled—he always did this when he feels hesitant about something.

I turned to face him, squished his face and asked, "What's wrong now?"

He kissed the palms of my hands and he moved my arms to wrap around his neck. "I was just thinking about how lucky I am."

I quirked my eyebrow at his admission, wondering why was he getting all mushy all of a sudden. "I guess you're right, we're pretty lucky to have a home."

He licked his lip, my eyes zoning in on the appendage—He looked really good whenever he did that—and shook his head. "No, it's not because of that," he tucked a stray hair behind my ear and continued, "I was thinking more on the lines of how lucky I am to have met you."

I felt my heat race faster in my chest and for a solite minute I was unable to say or even think of anything else. He had that kind of effect on me. Sometimes he would just say the darnest things that would make my mind go haywire. 

I smiled and rested my forehead on his, our noses bumping. "You know, flattery won't make me any less vindictive about you throwing that tablet out the window."

He chuckled, tightening his hold on me. I could feel the warmth of his breath when he said, "How do you suppose I make up for it?"

My eyes flickered down to his lips and I guess that was all the answer he needed before he kissed me. I tilted my head to the side, angling his lips with mine and deepening the kiss. I tangled my hands on the back of his head and I moaned when I felt him move his hands up and down my waist. I lightly bit his bottom lip and he groaned in our kiss. 

We parted, trying to catch our breaths and he flashed me that sweet smile of his that made me swoop in for another kiss. 

Before we could continue our make-out session, we heard the bells from our alarm system go off. I stood up and told him to stay put, as I grabbed a rifle and left through one of the windows, using the interconnecting branches to move through the forest.

We set up a three-mile radius alarm system around our camp and from the constant ringing, there was a lot of intruders. I stopped a mile away from where we set up the wires and stared in confusion at the cloud of dust. I used the rifle's scope and cursed. There was a crazy horde of zombies heading to our camp.

I hurried back to our camp and saw Tommy all geared up. He tensed, probably because of how frightened I looked. "There's a horde of zs coming here—way more than we can kill and if they find us, I don't like our odds. Right now they're distracted from the sound of the bells which should give us enough time to pack up everything we can and go to the car," I looked down, struggling to say the rest of what I had to say, "I don't think we can come back once we leave."

"We can't just abandon this," he moved his hand around, motioning at our home. "can't we just wait it out?"

I grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer and scowled, showing him just how shit serious I was. "I saw them dogpiling to get to the bells and if they find us, we're dead. It won't matter if we're fifteen feet off the ground. We need to go."

He didn't say anything as he went to grab as much of the boxes as he could carry. I made sure to grab every weapon and medicine we had and we both headed to the jeep.

We dumped everything on the back of the truck and drove the opposite way from where the zombies were, moving away from our home and the city.

I looked out the window, watching familiar trees pass by and I felt myself start to tear up. I took a shaky breath and felt Tommy grab my hand. We stayed silent for the whole ride. I couldn't believe everything we had—food, water, comfort and safety. It was all gone and It was unfair, so fucking unfair.