"Dear Satan, please grant me patience or a godamn gun," I yell to no one in particular.
My attention turns as I hear clattering in the rubble. My hand instinctively swings my knife towards the noise. "Who's there?" I shout.
A young man turns the corner making me lower my knife only slightly.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you Five?!"
"Please you couldn't kill me no matter how hard you tried," He remarks with his usual sassy tone.
"If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead," I sternly reassure him.
" But I'm not,"
"Yet,"
He's figured out how to get on my nerves that's for sure. But I suppose when you've spent the past 16 years just the two of you, you're bound to find out a few things.
This is my first story so please don't judge. Should I continue this?
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I Wanted Him Dead
FanfictionY/N met Five in the apocalypse and they claimed to hate each other but stuck together anyway.
