503 days since the virus spread
It's just past midnight.
They've been driving us to Texas all night. We haven't stopped for a while. We have no idea what's going on, except the Alpha Zs want us in Texas. We don't know why either.
Even if we ask, the driver or guard, which ever you want to call him, ignores us completely or yells at us for asking questions. And by being someone who is sensitive, I rather stay quiet.
We're not allowed to talk to each other or we get punished, physically or emotionally. I told Frank to stay quiet, just until I know what to do.
Frank complies and just holds my hand, squeezing it gently every now and then. It makes me feel better, just his company makes the situation better.
It's dark outside.
We're both exhausted.
He's fallen asleep, he is resting his head on my shoulder. I rest my head on his, kissing the side of his head occasionally when he becomes uneasy. My eyes remain closed, but my sick feeling Kees me for falling asleep.
Our hands are still tied behind our backs, but we've managed to loose them up a bit. I can just touch his hand with my fingers.
Our touch is electric, as always. I feel revived.
Frank wraps his one restrained hand's fingers around mine and gently squeezes, them continuously caressing them to try as he sleeps. It's a habit he has started when we first became companions. It's cute.
This makes me wonder, after all I have all the time in the world to think. My mind has been busy tonight.
How long has it been since I found him? It feels like I've known him my entire life. It can't be more than three months, but so much has happened which made us all much closer.
The Range Rover white digital watch flashes twice as it hits midnight, grabbing my attention.
We've been driving for a while.
How long have we been driving?
It feel alike an eternity of heat and aggressive body language. I'm extremely uncomfortable which makes me more irritable, plus my wrists are killing me.
The bandages around my wrists are itchy, burning and swollen. The bandage's rough texture continuously rubs the chaffed and raw areas. The cuts burn, nonstop, from the ointment the woman put on.
I don't think she knew what she was doing or she was too late to help me, maybe she didn't even watch the bandages before applying them.
Thinking about that makes me shudder. Who knows who's dried blood wearing on my raw wounds?
I wiggle my arms which is still restrained behind my back to my hip, so that I can see out of the windshield and be able to look down at my arms. I bend awkwardly to the left to see, without letting Frank slip off my shoulder.
He remains fast asleep.
Looking down at the bandages, I can see the yellow pus. That's not a good sign, she didn't clean it properly or she was too late.
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Citizen Z
ФанфикIt's been several years since the zombie virus swept across America, there's only a loner survivor left, Gerard Way, who's the only one he knows of who survived the virus. He's been on his own for years, until one day he stumbles upon another injur...
