Les Twins Imagines

-Continuation of Help- Pt. 2 (Larry)

((I'm changing the (Y/N) to Morgan, my name, because it's less work lmao and it keeps my creative juices flowing without having to stop. Let me know if you'd rather have the (Y/N).. I understand how that makes the imagines more personalized for people))

"Oh my-" You gasp

There's a pile up of bodies on the floor and around the bed. You couldn't make out any of the faces with how bloodied and disfigured they were. Blood stains covering the walls and the stench of rotten flesh made you and Larry hold your breaths to keep from vomiting.

"This looks fresh Larry," You look at him, with worry all over your face "Are you sure this is a safe place?"

"I'll protect you if anything were to happen.. Don't worry."

Your eyes watered from the smell that is now unbearable causing you to walk out the room. Larry follows you, closing the door behind him. He rubs your back as you crouch down trying to catch your breath. The touch of his hand makes you jump but the warmth allows you to relax.

"We- We just need a new room." You said taking deep breaths. Larry nods and jogs through the hallway and down the flight of stairs.

After regaining your breath, you stand up and lean against the wall. You notice the stains and mold coming from the under the wallpaper peelings. The place was terribly run down and stunk of cigarettes and alcohol under the smell of rotten flesh. 'God where is this man?' You think to yourself. It's been several minutes and he hasn't returned. You decide to pick yourself up from the mess that you were and look for him.

Taking your first step down the stairs, you heard a loud thud on the floor from where you first stood. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you feel chills throughout your body. You slowly turn your neck to try and get a peak at what it was, silently cursing yourself for being so curious. A growl was all it took for your body to stiffen and grab onto the rotten stair rails for dear life. You begin to shake as the "thing" crawls closer, wishing you had just went with Larry. You open your eyes and quickly look around for a weapon of some sort. As the "thing" is about to round the corner, you panic and rip off a piece of the stair rail and swung at it. A mistake. The wood hits its neck but unfortunately makes no difference in the fast pace movement it makes towards you.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

You launch yourself down the flight of the stairs, not knowing how long the fall was, and land on your side. Without taking a chance, you sit up and reach for the door behind you. It's locked.

"Please please!!" You beg, tears now running down your face as the "thing" crawls down the stairs.

The "thing" lets out a growl causing you to scream and bang on the door, hoping Larry would hear you. Your blood runs cold as you close your eyes, bracing yourself for the worst to come. 'I'm going to die' You whisper to yourself. The door swings open, pushing you to the floor as gunshots go off. Blood splatters everywhere and you open your eyes to see it's gotten all over you. Still crying, you lean over and empty all the contents in your stomach. Larry falls to your side and rubs your back.

"Get the hell off of me!" You yell, your body tenses with the touch of his hand, just as it did earlier. You push him off of you and stand up, wincing from your, now, dislocated shoulder.

"What happened?" He stood up.

"I almost died! That's what happened! And you weren't even here to help me!" You yell, tears still streaming down your face. "What took you so long?"

"I was looking around.. To- To see if there was some more food and other resources." He points to his bag full of food and more weapons.

"Your job was to get the key," You look around him, seeing it's attached to his hip. "You said you were going to protect me!"

"I did!"

"Yeah, when I was damn near dead! If you had came a minute later I wouldn't be here right now." You scoff.

"I didn't have to save you at all!"

"And you won't have to from now on. Find your own room." You grab the key off of his hip and walk upstairs. He follows.

" Morgan, because of me, you're hurt. I promised i wouldn't let anything happen to you and now you have a broken shoulder." He says calmly, grabbing your hand. You freeze at the feeling of his touch, and for the first time in a while you felt at peace. The way his soft voice melted in your ears made you rethink everything. "Fine," you mumble, turning from him and heading towards the room.

Once in the room, you let out a sigh of relief as the room isn't filled with dead bodies nor the smell of flesh. Larry sets down his bags and makes his way over to you. He touches your shoulder and examines it, as its already bruised and numb to the touch. You curse in pain as he lifts your arm ready to pop it back into place.

"It's just dislocated, you don't have to do that!!" You yell and Larry covers your mouth.

"If i don't pop it back in, it's going to heal improperly." He says, voice still calm and soothing.

He hands you a towel out his bag, suggesting you bite down on it to keep from being any louder. You do so and prepare for the excruciating pain that's to come. He lifts your arm again and you whimper as tears form in your eyes.

"Okay, on the count of 3." You shiver, knowing it's about to hurt like a bitch.

"1....2...." You close your eyes as he finalized his counting, "....3 CRACK!"

"SHIT"

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"Is it okay to be scared?" You ask, looking at Larry for the first time in minutes.

He sighs, carefully wrapping your shoulder to hold it in place. "Of course it's okay. You just can't let fear get in the way of where you're trying to go," He finishes and sits next to you. "Where are you trying to go?"

"I.. I honestly don't know," You look down at your fingers, pausing before speaking again. "I just- I just want to find my mom." Your voice cracks, and you feel the tears at the rim of your eyes, threatening to spill out. You quickly wipe them away and clear your throat.

"What happened to her?" He asks

"I don't know. I just remember waking up in a dumpster outside of my hometown. I was young and at this point it's just a faint memory so i'm not sure if she's even alive." You breathe out.

"I just have so many dreams about her. So many dreams... Im just wishing that she's somewhere out there looking for me too." A few tears spill out your eyes and you clear your throat once more.

"So- so where are you trying to go?" You ask, looking up at him.

"I don't know either. Just wherever i can relax and know i don't have to fight off blood thirsty demons every 10 minutes." He chuckled, sighing afterwards.

"Do you not have anyone to look for?"

"I'd rather not talk about it."

"I think you'd feel better if you do."

"I don't want to talk about it." He says, shifting his focus somewhere else.

"Larry, i really think-"

"Morgan, i said i don't want to talk about it!" He raises his voice, making you jump from the sudden change of tone.

"Sorry.." You refocus your eyes on your twiddling fingers. He stands up, making his way to his side of the bed, sliding himself under the covers.

"It's getting late. We should go to sleep."

You nod your head and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling once comfortable. You take a moment to remember what your day was like. Almost getting eaten alive twice, and being saved by Larry each time... 'Larry' You take a glance at him, examining his face as he stares at the ceiling just as you did, except with tears in his eyes. You begin to open your mouth to say something, until he locks eyes with you. You turn your head away from him, your body following shortly after. You can't help but to think about what he's thinking about. But you put those thoughts to rest, and close your eyes.