𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | z. foster

5

Zack pov

We have gotten to the end of the forest and it's finally starting to get dark. Y/N said that we would get to Fort Skamma in 30 minutes if we keep up our pace.

We haven't talked about the kiss yet, but I can't seem to get it off my mind. The way it felt so right, just be with her. Nothing could ruin that memory for me no matter what. Though she is always complaining about being cold her lips were so warm. 

Shit if it went on any longer I would have caught fire. It felt so nice to just bask in her aura, it's so calming. She's a pretty good kisser too. I could do it for the rest of my life and be completely content.

Once we get to safe ground I want to talk to her about it. I think I have what people call a crush on her. I am gonna be upfront and honest with what I say to her because I really feel like everything can only go right as long as she smiles at me.

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It had finally gotten dark enough for me and N/N to start moving. The road we walked along was dead and the closer we got to houses the deader it got. It started going uphill and lining the sloped mountain ground were dilapidated houses. It was honestly pretty creepy. 

There were only 3 houses that had lights on and I could see from through the windows that each house has an old couple. Those idiots looked like they were on their deathbed already.

There was 1 store but it looks like it had been abandoned a while ago. 

Wait, if it's abandoned how tf are those old bastards eating? istg- 

The house was actually in pretty good shape compared to the ones we just passed. Sure it was dusty but all the furniture had covers on them to keep them in good shape.

"Should we check the place out?" I asked N/N as she put our stuff down by the door. She looked up at me and nodded.

There were 2 rooms. The first had a small twin-sized bed against the wall opposite the door. With a small closet, desk, and dresser it was a pretty lonely room. It had its own bathroom which had a disgustingly dirty shower, toilet, and sink with handles covered in rust. 

I'm not cleaning that shit.

The next room was much bigger. With a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room between the bolted shut widows, there were small side-tables on each side. Two dressers, one with a mirror and one without, and a large walk-in closet that made the little clothes they brought with them look like a toddler in an adult suit. The bathroom had a surprisingly large shower and dusty claw foot bathtub. There were two sinks and a toilet in the corner. Clearly a 'His and Her' bathroom that worked well with the pair that are now living there. 

The kitchen had a stove and fridge that both seemed to be working. The cabinets were dirty but still looked strong. The living room had 2 couches that were actually pretty comfortable.

All the lights worked and there was running water in the bathrooms upstairs and the kitchen.

"Did your parents pay to keep the lights on?" I asked, turning to N/N who wore a disgusted face towards all the bugs scampering around the floor at the bright lights. 

"Highly doubtful. Those mf could barely pay for anything but beer and drugs." She said, gritting her teeth. I just looked to the side, she looks like she isn't in the mood to talk about it, and even if she were I wouldn't know what to say. Tf are feeling- ew

We didn't have a tv or heaters but we could just steal them from the store or from those old geezers down the street.

"This is going to be our home now," Y/N said quietly to herself more than me, but I still smiled regardless.