"I've been here for 3 shucking years and they think that a puppy will make me feel better? Bloody hell!" I heard a guy yell from above me.
"Shut the shuck up you slinthead!" the boy had a strong British accent.
"Who are you?" I finally spoke, raising from my spot, "Why am I here?" I choke, trying to hold back tears.
They helped me up and gave me a tour I meet everyone and they all seem pretty nice. Right now, we are going to Frypan's kitchen to eat shrimp Yumm!
I can't wait to get to know everyone better, I think I can get used to this.
"Shank." I hear a husky voice say behind me, pulling me away from my thoughts.
"Me?" I question, looking around to see if anyone else was there hoping there was but no luck.
"Who do you think I was shucking talking to?" he chuckled. I shot daggers at him, annoyed.
"What do you want Gally?" I asked, turning around and heading towards the kitchen.
"Well, you keep distracting me during my work."
"Not my fault" I say, running to hide my rosy cheeks.
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As days went on and more greenies showed up, the more friends you had. You become very close with Winston and Clint. You were a Med-jack and life was the dream.
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"Hey Clint, I'm going for a walk, ok?" he nods as you walk out of the hut. You waved at everyone and are just outside of the deadheads, when you hear someone behind you, "Can I hel-" someone's lips crash right into mine in a rhythmic motion, cutting me off.
After what feels like hours, you break apart to see Gally towering over you.
"What the bloody hell was that?!" I spat, feeling lots of emotions. He laughs and say "I like you, y/n."
"YOU WHAT?!"