John Cena and I have been best friends ever since the virus broke out. We used to be enemies fighting each other in the ring, but now we wandered the streets of New York. We were trying to find someone else that's not a zombie.
All of a sudden a Zombie tries to bite Cena and I tackle the foul monster to the ground. I grabbed the monsters head and tore it off.
"Thanks." He said giving me a warm grateful smile.
I just nodded and avoided his eyes. I blushed a little bit but it was hidden by my dark skin. I was grateful that he didn't look in my direction because he'd see me grinning like the idiot I am.
The zombies were always around us but most of them were to slow to keep up with our pace. We'd stop every once and take a break but that was only for a few minutes. We barely ever spoke while walking through these barren wastelands.
"Dwayne?" Cena asked cautiously, like something was about to happen.
"Hmmm?" I hummed.
"Are you okay?" He asked worryingly.
"I'm fine." I said and we continued walking like nothing ever happened.
We kept on walking until we decided to try and find a safe place to stay. We found a hotel and figured it was safe enough. We walked inside and punched a few zombies. We made it to a room and quickly entered and locked the door.
"I always wanted to open up a restaurant called Karma," he explained. "There wouldn't be a menu, we'd just give you what you deserve."
I let out a muffled laugh so I wouldn't alarm any zombies. Cena smiles snuggly proud of his accomplishment of making me laugh. We crawled in bed together, because it was the safest way to sleep. Cena took my large muscular hand with his equally large muscular hand. I was a little alarmed, but I soon closed my eyes and let sleep consumed me.
Help...
