The Apocalypse

Chapter 36

Scott's the first to completely disregard his guard position, letting his gun hang by his side and jog up to me.

"Holy fu-.." he trailed off.

With widened green eyes and tanned hands hovering above my shoulders he frantically examines my face, not saying anything else.

"I'll take that as a yes?"

He scoffs a little, a smile cracking onto his face.

"Still humble as always?" He asks back, the sarcasm in his voice providing a breath of reality, a sense of home.

It's been so long since I heard a joke other than Jins dad jokes.

"Still trying to date me?" I challenged.

He exhaled, shoulders lightly shook from the laughter the ensued. "That was in high school-" he tensed up, gaze falling beyond my head.

...oh right, the truck.

"Back to business," his tone became more serious, while his finger pointed at the large box-like vehicle.

I walk back to the truck, patting the headlight "I'm back...with 7 guys and some girl,"

He raised his almost-unibrow, in both shock and commendment.

"And some supplies. None of us are bitten, I'll be going to see my father then,"

He nodded, keeping his gaze locked on Jin, Yoongi and Hobi, solidified in their seats.

"Any weapons?" Another guard asks, she's the newbie, ...well was. Its been like a two weeks? month? ...maybe longer.

I nodded "a few,"

"You know your father doesn't usually take in large groups at a time, he fears they'll be a threat," Scott frowns, theres apprehension in his voice.

The seven of them, leading a vicious uprising, the mere thought seemed impossible.

They pout when speaking passionately, play rock, paper, scissors to solve every problem and hug each other to pick roomates. 'Threatening' is the last word that should be associated with them unless its about how life-threateningly adorable they are.

"Not them, they're softies,"

"Softies eh?" He approaches the truck, uncertainty on his features "You never liked softies,"

I nodded my head. Softies, the term we coined for people in the community that stayed back doing the more menial jobs, not having the heart or ability to kill unless completely required, the empathic.

Looking into the drivers window, I chuckled at their constipated expressions, everyone is up except Ruth. The window is rolled down, they can hear it all.

"They make me feel human again," my voice went soft as I looked at them fondly, memories of how they cared for me and each other came to play.

I turn back to Scott, my former serious self returning. "If you bully them I'll snap you in half," I joked, pretending to snap something with my hands.

"Yes, ma'am," he saluted "I'll drive the truck into vehicle storage, you get them inside," his gaze fell to my feet "and get some shoes,"

I opened the door between Jin and I, signalling for them to come out. Jin came right to my side rummaging in a little knapsack with Marios face on it.

He pulled out house slippers, fluffy and orange and squatted down to place them in front of my feet, when he stood he gestured with his hands for me to wear them.