Sweet Nothing

Chapter 3: Late

(Carley's POV)

The following morning, I woke up to discover that the storm was over. It was still cold as hell, but whatever. It beats being soaking sobbing wet.

I looked at the clock on my desk beside my bed, "Oh shit, I'm late for my watch shift!" I rush over to my dresser and found some clothes, nothing special, but who cares? It's the fucking zombie apocalypse.

I make my way down the stairs, only to find Lee. "You sleep well, Carley? I let you sleep in all things considered." Said Lee. "No, not really. I should be grateful for that bed, but I'm not." I said. "What's wrong? Drugstore?" Lee asked. "Yeah, I feel like I'm to blame for Doug's death." I said. "Well, for what it's worth, I hope you feel better because a woman like you shouldn't feel that way. Bad things happen, we didn't make a choice that killed Doug. It may seem that way, but it's not. Keep a clear head, Carley." Lee said.

"Thanks, Lee. You're a good man, I hope you know that by now." I said nervously, trying to hold back my feelings for him. "Ha, no problem, Carley. I also took your watch shift, so you can relax." Lee said.

Before I could thank him once more, he said he had some important business to attend to. "Probably another run to that damn drugstore." I said to myself.