I climbed into Tiffany's tent with the rations for the day. I looked around and Tyler wasn't there.
"Where's Ty?" I asked her.
Tiffany pointed to the part of the tent behind a tarp. "He went to bed after I told him. I don't think he understands."
I nodded and sat down next to her, handing her some rations.
"I wish I could've saved him. I tried y'know." I told her.
Tiffany nodded. "I believe you. But please, I don't want to hear anything else about him today..." She laid her head on my shoulder. "It's hard enough raising a boy on my own. But he was always happy when daddy came back... Always..."
I looked to the tarp. The boy was fatherless now. They had made me a godfather when the boy was born. Maybe I could help look after him...
"I can help."
Tiffany looked up at me.
"Uncle Mike is still here. I can help. I will."
Tiffany smiled. "Thank you Michael."
She placed a hand on my thigh. "I don't know what I would do without you..."
I knew where she was going with this. Patterson had just died today and she already wants to move on? I can't. I won't.
"I... don't... know where you're going with that hand but..."
Tiffany retracts and gets off me. "Oh. I just..."
She shakes her head and lays down the other way. I look her body up and down. For having a child during the apocalypse she looked... good... I laid down next to her and she cuddled into me. I felt myself get aroused but I refused the urge. Tiffany grabbed my pants and although I didn't want to, I allowed it.
The next morning I woke up naked beside my dead best friend's wife.
"What have I done..."
I quickly got dressed and left.
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The Good, The Bad, The Dead
Ficção CientíficaA story about a soldier during the zombie apocalypse and his fight to discover who's side he's on and what he's fighting for... Made into multiple parts for multiple moments of twists and turns in this broken mans life in a broken world. Artwork doe...