"Do you know who I am?! Jesus, Waylen." She tried keeping her voice down, but I'm not sure that was working very well.
"Poor thing, did you forget your own name?" he teased her, smirking with one of his hands in his pockets. Axelle just stared him down, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer, making Waylen almost stumble forward and fall on herself.
I was about to interrupt, to warn them, but they were too busy fighting.
"oh, I know who I am! but you clearly don't!" Axelle raised her voice angrily.
"as if I'd want to know who you are! I'm better off not knowing you."
I grit my teeth, hard as I continued watching them fight. My hands balled into even tighter fists, as I snapped, grabbing them both by the shirt and sprinting out of the aisle. I could hear them both yelp out, but I didn't give it any freaking thought. Thankfully, we made it out of there into another part of the store without getting our brains eaten out of our skulls.
"Jesus you two! Can you stop fighting in the middle of such an important journey such as this one?!"
I snapped at them, trying to keep my voice— more like fists, in check.
"sorry…" They both spoke over each other, apologizing quietly.
I backed up a little, hitting the wall— or, so I thought.
"Bloody hell!" cursed a male voice with a British accent behind me. I almost jumped, but slowly turned around, backing up and looking at the male. he looks around our age, supposedly a little older.
He had dim ginger hair, somewhat tan skin, a little taller than me, from what I could tell. His eye colour isn't all that visible, considering we're in the dark.
"Who are you??" yelped Axelle.
"I should be asking you lads the same thing.."
It was quiet. Yes, infact, we were just staring at each other.
it wasn't until he shouted,
"behind you!" The silence was gone. He sprinted between us three, using the half of a. . . broomstick? Yes, indeed the half of a broomstick to beat up a zombie. I also stepped in, kicking away a zombie that was creeping up on him.
"We're even." I muttered loud enough for him to hear.
"it didn't need to be. ." he replied, raising an eyebrow but didn't argue with it.
"Come with me. I know where to go." I started, already walking out of the store.
"Are you bonkers? why would i trust—" Before the redhead could finish speaking, Waylen grabbed his wrist and escorted him out, following me along with Axelle.
"Oi! let me go, scum!" he raised his voice, in a cold tone.
"Just trust us, jeez!" Waylen shouted back at him.
"I've only just met you!"
Well, whatever the case, I kept sprinting to my house, assuming the other two— no, three, followed behind.
I kept running forward, knocking over any zombies in my way. I reached the door of my house, opening it in a hurry. After I let myself inside, the other three followed me inside, and the redhead quite involuntarily. I could hear the distant voices of Ruby and Nicole as they came rushing out of my room, leaving the door wide open. I could see Perry, struggling to get up.
Perry's pov:
It had been barely 40 minutes, when Christian was sighted coming back. Nicole was looking out the window, and saw him. Ruby helped me up and handed me a pair of crutches, which we had found earlier in Christians closet. I could see him through the open door, as we made eye contact for a brief second. I started to balance myself on the pair of crutches, slowly but surely walking into the living room where they gathered around.
immediately, my eyes landed on a redhead figure.
ginger hair, pretty dim green eyes, tan skin. He was slightly taller than Christian and wore a plain collared shirt and baggy jeans. He seemed quite clean for someone who has survived an apocalypse for almost. . . 2 months and 13 days. I walked in on Nicole asking questions.. and it was clear he didn't care whether they were answered or not.
"Who are you? Have you been bitten? Why are you so clean? How old are you? Are you a part of the organisation? Are you a spy? Why did you—"
"Nicolas Harvey!" I shouted from the hallway, sighing. "Calm down!" I added, walking over.
He huffed, his hands in his pockets as he rolled his eyes, but stayed quiet. He moved a little over to my side, and helped me support myself on the crutches. the ginger man, he stared at us for a second, looking uninterested and even a bit annoyed?
"I'm Eli, it's short for Elijah. . and, I'm 20." He spoke in a British accent.
"Are you a part of the organisation?" Nicole asked, bluntly but less suspicious.
". . . What sort of organization?" He spoke, in a puzzled tone.
"you know, the one where—"
"It's nothing. He means nothing." Christian cut off Nicole, sighing quietly.
"I just hope you know you lads are the ones who dragged my arse in here." Eli responded flatly.
"Oh, really? I'm the one who saved you—"
"You're a daft! That's bloody rubbish! I would've been well off without you and your folks!!" He cut off Christian, raising his voice.
Gosh. . they just met, yet they're already fighting. But, I can't be one to say that.
Finally, Ruby had enough of it, interrupting both of them.
"Jeez guys! Can you stop arguing already?! We barely know each other and yet an argument fits into the conversation?!?" She yelled, shutting them up for good.