I look at him.
"?" I said.
"The thing you're looking for isn't here so.....where now?"
I arch my eyebrow.
"What do you mean where now? don't tell me your planning on tagging along." I said.
Surely he isn't serious, is he?
"Why not? It's not like you see alive human being nowadays. This is an opportunity to help one another, right?" He smiled.
His goddamn serious.
"Why would I agree on that?" I said.
He smiled and put his other hand without the gun in his pocket.
"Because, I'm handsome."
Okay, that irritates me.
Consisted jerk.
"You really irritate the fuck out of me." I frowned.
"Oh, I'm not fucking with you but if you insist--"
I raised my hand stopping him from what he was about to say.
"Not in a million fucking years."
"It's not that bad, once you get the taste of it." He said, confidently
I showed a disgusted face.
"You're a sick guy, I'm not talking about illness here but your brain is twisted as shit dude."
"Why thank you very much, I appreciate your complement." He bowed down like a gentleman.
That tick me of.
"That isn't a complement." I argue.
He just smiled.
*rustle
We both look at the door that looks like a storage room.
"Did you hear that?" I whispered, Holding my gun.
"Yep. What do you think was that?" He whispered back. Preparing his gun.
"Let's check it out." I said.
We slowly walk towards it.
Once we were in front if the storage, Cameron carefully turn the knob.
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Adventureundead people, guns,running, more zombies and falling in love. nothing beats more than a ass kicking hordes of zombies to spice up the romance of claire..if she has one. searching for survivors and avoiding being eaten by the expired meat heads. on...
