A Story To Tell: Season 1| A Zombie Apocalypse Story (Completed)

Day 1

Amber

Thump.

Thump.

My heart beats in my chest, pounding, longing for oxygen. My feet ache as they pound against the hard pavement and beads of sweat form across my forehead. I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand, continuing forward. The cool weather keeps me from getting too overheated as I push my limit. The sun begins drifting toward the surface, and the clouded sky darkens.

Step.

Step.

The footsteps behind me beat louder, but my house comes into view. I snake around the white fence surrounding my front yard. After closing the gate as quickly as possible, I lock the gate closed with the latch, finally able to catch my breath. I let a smile spread across my face as I back away from the gate, seeing James smiling just as wide. I begin to giggle as he jumps over the fence, tripping. He falls to the ground, taking me with him in the process.

Our laughter silences the rhythm of the night. The cool, damp ground moistens the back of my shirt, cooling my warm body. I look up at the silvery sky before looking over at James, studying all of his features.

His big brown eyes and creases beside his eyes match his wide smile. I look at his lovely smile, not perfect, but close enough to perfect for me. I run a hand through his newly cut, blonde hair as I lean in for a kiss. His words interrupt the almost-kiss.

"Wanna know something?" He caresses my cheek and looks straight into my grey-blue eyes. I raise a playful eyebrow in suspicion, resting my hand on his chest.

"You are absolutely stunning. You know that, right?" I roll my eyes playfully at his statement. He can be so gushy sometimes, but I love it.

"C'mon, babe. Your bright eyes, long, dirty blonde hair. That sun-kissed skin of yours." He leans in closer, brushing a stray hair back and kissing the hollow of my cheek.

"Not to mention your sense of humor. The list could go on, I mean-" I interrupt his sentence with a soft kiss on his lips. I pull away as we smile like idiots simultaneously. I hear my stomach growling, realizing that he was being that high-school romance movie type of cheesy. But I love that cheesy.

"I'm hungry." I sit up, glancing at him with a pout.

"Chips and salsa?" He asks, already knowing my answer. I get up from the cool ground, and he does the same.

"I would love that." He pulls onto my hand, dragging me inside. As we enter the corridor, the warmth of the heated home surrounds me. Goosebumps that had pricked my skin on my arms fade away as I take off my jacket and rub my hands together. James places a soft kiss on the cool skin on my neck before we prep our snacks.

We heat up some water with tea bags in the microwave after we enter the kitchen. Unusual for April, it was chilly enough for warm drinks the past few days. But I know that Virginia summer is right around the corner. I snatch the food from the counter and walk into the living room, cutting on the TV. I plop onto the couch, and he sits beside me, wrapping his arm around me while he settles. I move closer to him to give him another kiss, but my twelve-year-old brother comes in and speaks up.

"If I had known you were getting all lovey-dovey, I would've drank some bleach." He states flatly, looking at me with an unamused expression. I narrow my eyes at his dramatic statement. James looks at me with a mischievous smirk, passing me a pillow subtly. I throw said pillow at Jaspar, it hurdling toward him. He ducks before it reaches his face.

"Oh, shut up, Jaspar. I'm not the only person who has been caught kissing someone on the couch before," I respond with a sneer, making an unappealing face, mocking how he kisses. Before I know it, the same pillow that I threw flies across the room toward me. As it is about to make contact with my face, James catches it. My sigh of relief is short-lived, however, when James slams the pillow against my face.