The War of the Walkers: An Alan Walker Fanfic

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Daph's POV

I woke up in the middle of the night to a smell like that of blood lingering in the air.

At first, I thought it was someone opening the entrance to the base. Just the outside air flowing in and leaving behind an awful stench. But it probably wasn't that, because no one else was awake.

I looked around for the cause of the smell. I put my hand on the cold, hard, ground to support myself. I felt a sharp pain in my hand, and quickly took it off the concrete-like floor. I  touched the ground with two fingers. The floor was wet.

I turned on my phone for light. My palm was sliced open and bleeding so much that if I ignore it until the morning, I might lose too much blood (if you know what I mean). However my hand wasn't cut deep enough to kill me on the spot.

Since it was the middle of the night and I was too lazy to leave my bed, I texted Alan:

Daph: hey Alan do the first aid walkers work at this time of night, srry ik how late it is

I heard a groan from across the room. "Who texts people at this time of night?"

I received a text back:

Alan: why now??? And no, you have to wait until at least 6am

To show the importance, I sent a picture of my bleeding hand.

I looked up from my phone. Alan, panicked, left his bunk and was by my side within a second or two.

"Faen," Alan muttered under his breath and took my hand. He ripped my phone out of my other hand and used it as a flashlight, and I gave him a 'dude-wut-da-hell' look. Despite the look I gave him, Alan examined my sliced palm.

After a minute or two, he came to a conclusion.
"Someone must've purposely cut that," he said.

"Good to know, but are you able to help me in any way other than that?" I asked him. My brother nodded. He let go of my hand and turned and grabbed Viivi's medical kit from the side of her bed. Alan set the medical kit down beside him and opened it. He propped my phone up inside of the medical kit so he could see what he was doing. Before taking anything from it, he took my hand in both of his hands. He touched the edge of the cut lightly with his thumbs, and the pain made me bite my tongue. "Does it hurt when I do this?" Alan asked me.

I nodded. "Yeah."

My brother lightly rubbed my palm where it was cut open. "How about when I do this?"

"Yes," I told him honestly.

I could see in the dim light of my phone's flashlight that my brother's serious facial expression turned into a smirk.

"How about this?" Alan asked and kissed the palm of my hand.

"No, that doesn't hurt at all," I said, blushing so hard I thought I was gonna die.

His smirk grew, then faded. "Good," he said and grabbed a rolled up bandage from the medical kit and wrapped it around my hand. "This'll do for a while, just try and go easy on that hand, alright? I promise you won't die before morning," he told me.

"Okay, Alan, thanks," I smiled.

"No problem, sis. Anything for you," Alan said and handed me my phone back. He returned the medical kit to Viivi's bedside, and went back to his own bunk. Shortly after Alan left my side, I fell back asleep.

A/N

Sorry about the short chapters. I'm planning on writing longer chapters in the near future.

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Daph Walker