The Burning Sun

Attack

I was in the middle of my thought when someone jumped on my back.

"Help!" I screamed.

" I am here to help you," someone told me. It sounded like someone I true my hated. Devin Stockfield. Which he really is a stalker. So that's probably how he knew I was in trouble. I turned around. And guess what? It was him.

" Devin?" I felt so confused. I knew he hated me too, so why did he save me?

"Hey Summer. We don't have all day to talk so come on!" He yelled as he grabbed my hand, and ran for it. I looked back realizing that my mom/ zombie thing was getting a little too close for comfort. Before I knew it I was at his place.

"What the hell?!" I yelled at him.

"You shouldn't be yelling. You'll attract them," he whispered.

"Them?" I asked.

"Yeah the zombies. Haven't you been watching the news lately?" He asked.

"Does it looked like I have?" I sarcast.

"Well you should've," he told me as he crossed his arms like a little kid.

"You're such a baby," I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up," he whispered.

"No I will not 'shut up' ev-" he interrupted me by covering my mouth.

"I told you to shut up. Now get down I think we have company," he whispered. Now that I think about it I don't even know why we hate each other. Because what he is doing right now is kind of turning me on. He still had his hand over my mouth so I playfully licked it. He quickly moved his hand, but stayed quiet. As he wiped his hand on his jeans I softly giggled. Once he realized I was doing that he crossed his index finger over his lips. Oh his lips. I haven't gotten the urge, until now, to kiss them. They looked so perfect. He noticed I was staring, so I quickly looked away. Once the zombies passed by, and we waited 30 more minutes to make sure there weren't anymore, we walked upstairs to Devin's room.