Driven to Destiny

Chapter Eight - Zombies

Just as my foot leaves the concrete I'm startled by a deep voice from behind me.

"Are you going in?"

I jump a little and turn around. I try not to, but I can't help ducking my head to hide my now blushing face. It's a little embarrassing being caught frozen outside a building.

Trailing my eyes across the ground I meet black cargo pants over the top of similarly black combat boots. Continuing my examination upwards I come to a broad, muscular chest. I mean the chest has a red tank top on, but it's spread across the muscles so well that it might as well be a second skin. I probably would keep staring at the chest, but movement around his shoulders catches my eye. A muscled arm is brought up, swinging a large gray sports bag over an equally muscled shoulder. I really can't help but watch as the motion flexes his bicep. Every slight movement of this guy is made with the precision and finesse of someone who has total control of their body. I'm a little jealous. As I'm looking at his arm and the now bulging bicep I hear a slight chuckle. Staring just a little longer I swear it flexes a little more. Finally dragging my eyes from the tantalizing muscles I meet a smirk resting just above a sharp chin. Serious, deep blue eyes watch me with amusement as well as a little pride and I quickly blush a red brighter than his hair. The deep red-brown color looks so soft, like rabbit fur. I suddenly find myself longing to run my fingers through it.

I stare for a second longer before remembering he asked me a question. "Oh! Um, yes I'm going in. I think."

Muscles laughs a little, the tank top pulling a even more taunt as he does. "You think? So you aren't sure?"

"Um, no. Actually I'm not even sure where I am. I asked Sampson for an adventure and he brought me here." With a shrug I point a thumb over my shoulder at the warehouse.

He laughs a little harder this time and I can see his abs tightening with each sound. I've never seen muscles so defined, but I am incredibly glad to have this chance. Who knows when I'll get another one like it. Wait! No, bad Sang. Stop drooling over the strangers abdominal muscles.

"So you wanted an adventure and you just trusted someone to drop you off at one?" He asks, disbelief lacing his voice.

He laughs again as I nod in affirmation. I see nothing wrong with trusting Sampson. He's already helped me meet two friends. Maybe Muscles can be my third!

"Well it worked last night, so why not trust him again?" I say, shrugging my shoulders again.

The laughter abruptly stops, and he stares at me. "Wait, you did this last night too? How many adventures have you been on?"

I pause and think over my previous evening. A smile grows on my face and I look up at him. "Two. Or maybe three if you count trying to get a taxi for the first time an adventure."

"Huh. Well lucky for you," he says, a small grin lighting up his face, "right here happens to be a great place for an adventure. You came on a great day too." Muscles takes a step towards me and the building. "It just so happens to be a zombie survival day."

He adjusts his grip on his bag and brings it off his shoulder. I can see now that he has the straps of another bag over his arm. This one is thin and long. I really can't guess what it might be. Wait, zombies?!

"Zombie survival day?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Zombies could be a real problem and I'm pretty far away from home. "Was there an outbreak or something? Do I need to go get supplies? What are we doing on the street?"