|| Your POV ||
It's been two years since the outbreak happened, it's been two years since I've been to school, it's been two years since I saw my family; alive at that. I live in a world where nothing lasts forever and all you're surrounded by loss.
"Y/n cmon were going on a run, let's go." Zach said to me, he's our leaders son.
"Okay I'm coming." I replied, Zach can be a real asshole sometimes; actually most of the time.
Not only is he our leaders son but he's also my trainer; fighting, guns, self defence, everything. He taught me what to do to keep myself and others safe.
Now going on runs aren't my favourite things to do but it supply's us and it's a job that we need to do. I grabbed my duffle bag off of my bunk bed and ran down the stairs.
"Hey y/n, be safe okay?" Parker said to me, he was our medic and one of my best friends.
"I promise I'll be right back Parker, and keep Liam safe for me." Parker blushed and I smiled at him.
"Y/n now, let's go!" He yelled. Parker gave me a sympathetic look and I ran outside.
Once I got outside he looked at me with the most disgusted expression and it made me feel terrible. I swallowed the lump in my throat and got in the pickup. In the apocalypse nothing's illegal so driving at 16 isn't necessarily bad.
The whole car ride was silent, and I looked out the window. I kept my mouth shut too scared to know what would happen if I did speak.
"What you don't speak? Figured." Well ouch, why is he so rude to me all of a sudden.
When I first came into the group when I was younger we were best friends. Then when my dad got bit, I felt so alone so I shut everyone else out. Ever since then he's hated me. He always criticizes me when we're training, and trust me it's not the good kind. He calls me names and he basically uses me as a picking bag but I don't dare say anything to anyone. He's my bully.
We finally got to the supermarket and I got out of the truck quietly and threw my duffle bag over my shoulder. I pulled out my gun and inspected the parking lot, it was bang except for one walker. I walked up to it and stabbed it in the head and walked back over to him. He scoffed and broke the chain with bolt cutters. He pushed open the doors and checked for walkers, I heard him grunt and thuds.
I walk in with my gun still up and see three walkers on the floor. The supermarket is in decent shape and there seems to be a good amount of food and such. I stuff my duffle bag with as much as possible and head for the door.
I hear a grunt and look over as a walker is charging at me, I scream and he tackles me to the floor. I reach for my gun but it's suck in my holster and my knife is on the other side of the room. His flesh was all rotten and his eyes white and teeth attempting to bite me.
I scream out again and look over at the empty shelf s and pull one off and smash his skull. He still grunts so I hit again, and again, and again. Blood splatters all over my shirt and jeans and another walker comes out from the back room. I run to get my knife and run to the walker and kick her behind her knees and stab her eye. I take deep breaths then grab my duffle bag off the ground. I look outside and see more infected bagging on the window of the far side of the market.
"Zach we have to go now!" I say quickly
"I'm not done yet" he says simply
"No we need-" I was interrupted by the sound of glad smashing and the growls of the undead.
I run out the door and hold it open for Zach who runs out and jumps over the hood of the car and into the drivers side. I open the door and jump in closing and locking my door. He turns the keys and it doesn't start; are you kidding me!
The walkers were surrounding the truck and hitting the glass. I panicking and pray that the truck starts. He tried a few more times and nothing. I look up and see the sun roof, I smash it open and hop the hood of the truck.
I take out my pistol and start shooting as many walkers and I can and hear the motor rumbling. I jump in and Zach speeds off, I look back and notice more walkers coming from the fields. We eventually make it off the small roads and loose all the walkers. I take a deep breath and say nothing for the rest of the ride. Once we pull up to the prison gates Mitchell and Brayden let us in. I give Mitchell a small smile and he returns one to me.
I hop out of the truck and grab my duffle bag out of the back and was about to go back to our cell block and give Alan; our leader, what I found until I felt a hand grip my arm. I look over and see Zach with his hand squeezing my arm very tightly and his eyes are filled with anger.
"Zach let go of me, that hurts." I tried yanking my arm away but his grip just got tighter.
I winced and and his grip started to get even tighter and felt bruises forming.
"ZACH LET GO!" I yelled hoping someone would hear me and get him off of me.
I could tell yelling really pissed him off, and next thing I knew I pushed up against our cell block wall with his hands wrapped around my neck.
I gasped for air not only was he blocking my airway but I was so scared that I felt like all the air in my lungs were gone. I tried kicking and punching him but my throat hurt so bad that I felt like I couldn't do anything.
"ZACH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" A voice called out, my head was spinning so fast that I couldn't focus on anything.
Soon I felt his hands leave my neck and I coughed to try and get air back in my lungs. My vision was blurry and my head was pounding.
"That stupid bit-"
"Zach, what your mouth. Now what the hell were you doing?" I soon recognized the voice as our leaders, his father.
"She almost got me killed! I was grabbing my stuff and a hoard of walkers came through because of her screaming cause she was attacked. She almost killed me, you stupid-" he spat at me.
"I don't wanna hear it, Zach you don't ever to that especially to a group member. Go to your cell, your staying there for the night." He said, and I could tell that Zach was really upset now.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He yelled
"Zach! Now!" His dad yelled back. Zach balled his fists and turned to me, I've never seen someone so angry.
In one quick movement he kicked me in the rib cage and ran off, the pain was excruciating and I sobbed.
Alan came up to me and helped me up, but I whimpered because of the pain in my side. He called for help and Mitch ran to me and carried me into the infirmary. He found me some pain killers and I swung my feet off of the bed.
"Y/n I want you to be honest with me.." He trailed. I didn't look up and he sighed.
"Why do you have so any bruises, are they from Zach?" He questioned.
"N-no. They're from training and runs. H-he had nothing to do w-with them." I lied through my teeth, Mitch has always been a bigger brother to me and he knew me well.
"Stop it y/n. I know he did this to you, we all know he does this to you. Please just tell me the truth-"
"What truth?" Alan walks in.
"How she got all these bruises.." Mitch trailed. He lifted my arm to see that almost my whole forearm was purple.
"Zach did that?" He asked.
He lifted my sleeves to reveal more bruises from 'training'. Alan rand a hand through his hair and kicked a chair across the room. He didn't say anything, he just left quickly and I knew he was upset. I sighed and hopped off the bed and made my way to my cell.
I walked through the halls and saw Bee, Brayden, Mitchell, Sean, and Parker sitting at a lunch table laughing and talking. They all stopped when they saw me, Parker tried to get up and talk to me.
"No Parker, please just leave me alone.." I said weakly.
I continued down the hall and went to to my cell. I took off my holster and my knife and put it on the top bunk along with a bunch of my other stuff. I curled up in bed and fell asleep.
|| One Week Later ||
I haven't left bed for a week or however long and have barley eaten anything. People would occasionally come by and try to talk to me but I ignore them all. I was enjoying the silence that I have grown to love until a knock was at my cell wall. I look up and see Zach and become terrified, I hope he's not here to hurt or yell at me. I sat in my bed and held my knees.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He said softly. What?
"I just came here to talk, I promise." I don't know what it is, maybe it's the soft and gentleness in his voice that convinced me.
"Look I want to-" he tried to sit down on my bed but I flinched. No, he's going to be upset with me.
"You're scared of me aren't you?"
I didn't reply, I just hid my face in my knees and prayed that this would be over soon. I felt nothing and looked up at him and he was sitting on the chair in my room across from my bed. I relaxed slightly but still very tense and still a little scared.
"Y/n I'm sorry okay? I never meant to hurt you, and I mean it. And no my dad didn't guilt trip me to apologize, he actually told me to never talk, look, and especially not touch you ever again. So I really shouldn't be here but I think this needs to be said."
I looked at him, his head hung low and his hair messier than usual. He looked up at me and I saw a new look or even glisten in his eyes. Sincerity.
"Look, I'm an idiot and I've never known how to sort out my feelings and thoughts because everything seems to mend together in my head and it all turns fuzzy. I-uh guess what I'm trying to say is I've had these feelings for you a while and you've been driving me crazy. You're on my mind twenty four seven. I'm sorry it's-" I cut him off with a kiss on the cheek.
"Zach, I'm not exactly happy that you beat me up but in this world you have to grow up and move on. I'm not saying I'm completely forgiving you but I guess we might be able to start over."
"Omg yes y/n, I want to start over more than anything. You're willing to give me another chance?" He said hopefully
"You're one and only." I said seriously.
"Trust me, I won't ruin it." He looked at me for a moment.
"Um-hi. I'm Zachary, and you are?" He said with his arm outstretched. I lightly slipped my small hand into his large calloused one.
"Y/n L/n, nice to meet you Zachary."
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