UNITY

Chapter 4

I've forgotten what it was like to interact with people my age. Heck, I've forgotten how it's like to interact with anyone at all. I've also forgotten the emotions it comes with interacting. And as you can see, we don't usually talk about life and drink tea in the afternoon now, do we? The anxiety, disapproval, anger... It's always been just me, Tootsie, and the zombies.

"Holy Shit." I muttered. I didn't even answer his question as I stood up from my seat and went to the vehicle's window, squinting my eyes and trying my damned hardest to find my dog. Lo and behold, I see her sprinting beside the van with her tongue out, she's clearly running on fumes.

"Stop the fucking car!" I shouted at the driver, not caring how rude I was. I mean, I think this is far enough from the horde, we'll be safe here on the side of the road.

Alistair had the sense to try to see where I'm looking at, and seeing my dog literally falling behind the van, he also can't help but to shout.

"Stop the car!" He told the person behind the wheel, his glasses getting crooked when he stepped on the brakes. I wasted no time opening the door and bursting out of their car, crashing into Tootsie as she panted, gasping for air as I brought out her water bowl and poured her water, in which she wasted no time gulping it down greedily.

I heard the doors of the van slid open and close before footsteps went towards us both. Given that it is morning, I am able to see my "saviors".

The one who drove and stopped the car strode towards me, fixing his eyeglasses on his nose before talking. "You're lucky we were already far away from the horde. We would've left you and your dog out here."

Dude, you should've left us here in the first place, why are you reprimanding me?

I disguised my observation of him as a glare. I had to tilt my head back, only because he's a tad bit taller than my 5'4 frame. He had blonde hair that was neatly trimmed, kind of like the color of Peeta's hair in The Hunger Games. His face was angular, and his eyes were shrouded with mystery and, concern(?) as he looked at me behind his gold-framed glasses. He had a straight nose and thick blonde brows that I envy. His thin lips strangely suited him to which I also found incredibly endearing.

In short, another gorgeous human being that God graced us with.

"Either way, this would've been my-- our stop." I didn't forget to include my dog, and shrugged. I was still on my knees as I stroked Tootsie's fur. She was already done drinking and was just resting now, sitting quietly and observing her surroundings. She's especially weary of the men in front of us, but my petting of her calmed her down.

"And where are you fucking going from here? It's a zombie-infested land. You wouldn't survive out here on your own."

A man with black hair walked towards guy-with-glasses, his strides confident as he rested his elbow on the glasses' shoulder. This was the jerk on the passenger's seat. But this time, I can see him more clearly. His temperament is cold, almost frosty, he gives me the shivers and it took everything in my badass self not to tremble on the spot and meet his stormy gray eyes with my steely black ones.

It doesn't help that he's also rather pleasing to the eyes. His hair had a blue tinge to it when struck by sunlight, and he's got that bad boy aura/attitude going on for him, with a matching killer wardrobe to boot. His smirk caught me off-guard when he noticed that I took too long to respond.

And what the fuck is with them posing and shit? They look like a bunch of idols! Stop blinding me with all your main character halos!

"Look," Connor held his arms up, as if trying to placate me. "We just wanted to know-"