"If I gotta die protectin' you, then that's what the fuck imma do"
It's apocalypse season, which means people are on the road escaping. Some find it scary, some find it a fearless experience. It's all fun and games until the enemies really hit. Whe...
Previously: To make things faster, he bent down again and gripped my legs, carrying me bridal style since my foot still hurts from when I fell and twisted it a little from last night and he carries me into the store, all the way to the back—
Angel~
We walked aisle through aisle until he placed me on the floor next to a row of car oils and materials and he covered my mouth just as I was about to say something. He slowly looked up and looked around, hearing voices coming from the front of the store. I turned my head towards the voices too, trying my hardest not to breathe too hard.
Although we didn't hear the cynical laughing anymore, that doesn't mean they aren't right in front of our eyes. I uncovered Michael's hand from my mouth and sat up on my feet, squatting as we looked through the corner at the front. Nothing seems to be wrong anymore—
"They're gone." I said starting to stand up but he pulls me back down cursing, "Don't be stupid, they could still be here." He scolds and I rolled my eyes squatting back down, "Well it don't seem like they are. We can't stay here forever."
He licked his lips and looks for any of them again before he sighed and stood up as I stood up along with him. He stretches out his arms and glares at me, "I can't keep carryin' yo ass. You ain't exactly light." He says and I gasped offended, squinting my eyes at him, "Ain't nobody told you to carry me-"
"Shh!" He shushed me as he froze in his place—we heard voices again but it was just someone at the front desk talking on the phone. We sigh a breath of relief and finally I decide to walk off since we're not getting any younger as he followed behind me
I went up to the desk and lightly slammed my hands down on it as the employee got startled and put down the phone giving me his attention, "Somethin' you need?" He asked
I nodded my head with confidence, "Yes there is. We have a flat tire and we need a new one quick." I said and he nodded his head for a second and was about to go check for some but then stopped, "Wait is it one tire or 2?"
"Just one." Michael answered behind me and he stands there rubbing his chin, "I could come fix it up for y'all." He shrugs and Michael and I exchanged glances, "For real?"
He shrugs again, "Why not? It won't cost too much since we're closing down soon and everything's on sale. Might as well let me fix it up for y'all." He offered and I shrugged, "Okay, that sounds good." I smiled and crossed my arms, "So what type of car is it?"
