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illuminated the bedroom, engulfing Chris in what she thought of as a second chance in life. For the first time in a very long time, she actually felt as if someone were with her. Perhaps she wasn’t alone, and maybe today her loneliness would float away for good.
She looked up and smiled. She was weeping, but this time the tears weren’t from hunger, drunkenness, or depression—they were tears of joy. Like a child being born, Chris felt life begin to renew her spirit. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she took a deep breath and stood up, using the wall for balance.
“You stayed?” a familiar voice said.
At once she knew why she felt the way she did. It was because she wasn’t alone. Rick, her friend and companion, had come back to her, and he was standing in the doorway. He stood in his bloodstained clothes, barely able to hold himself up without the aid of his shotgun.
Chris didn’t move or speak. She stood for a time before walking over to Rick and stopping directly in front of him. Then she reared back and slapped him in the face as hard as she could. Rick’s cheek was red with her handprint, but he didn’t move. Chris fell into his arms, and they held each other tightly.
“Don’t ever leave me again,” she whimpered.
Without words they walked to the bed, where Chris helped Rick take off his shirt. After kissing him for a few moments, she stopped upon seeing his wounds. She stepped back and looked at him.
“It’s not as bad as it—” Rick started.
Abruptly Chris moved toward him and kissed him once more before he could finish speaking. Thinking of his wounds, she slowly lowered her body over his on the bed where he lay. Feeling his warm skin on her face, she kissed his chest, which made her want him more. Rick lay on the bed, his hands full of her hair. He felt how careful she was being. He ran his right hand down Chris’s lower back, feeling the weight she had lost since the day he had met her. He then ran his hand over each vertebra with intention.
Rick used the little strength he had left to pull Chris on top of him in order to look her in the eyes as she straddled his body. He held her gaze as she quivered under the touch of his fingers running up her sides, stopping only to gently caress her breasts. His hands slowly moved down to her open jeans as she looked into his eyes with trust. She tried to control her heavy breathing as her heart raced in her chest. With no more hesitation, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor to reveal her naked upper body. Then, for a moment, she held her breasts for him to see. Rick slid the jeans off her. As they felt each other’s soft, warm bodies moving in unison to meet each other, they made love.
FOURTEEN
B efore setting off to travel the highway, Chris had aided Rick until he fully healed. While Rick rested, Chris searched home after home, pushing far past the upper-class neighborhood they were in and into surrounding towns. She had looked not only for supplies but also for a certain individual.
She knew that when Brick Creek was attacked, Amber undoubtedly had taken all the food and supplies from the store with her, if she indeed had survived. If Amber were still alive, would she have anything left after more than a year? First, Chris thought, Amber was too much of a bitch to die, and second, she’d never share anything with others.
Chris told Rick she was going to find Amber and bring back supplies. Although he didn’t initially agree that she should go alone, he soon gave in to her argument knowing that he wasn’t strong enough to do it himself and that they needed food.
Chris then described Amber in detail to him, explaining that she was their only option. She did leave out a few of her own personal feelings about Amber, not wanting Rick to think she was going because of a vendetta, which of course was exactly the case.
Chris wanted Amber dead, and she wanted to be the one who did it. It wasn’t because of their run-in at
She looked up and smiled. She was weeping, but this time the tears weren’t from hunger, drunkenness, or depression—they were tears of joy. Like a child being born, Chris felt life begin to renew her spirit. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she took a deep breath and stood up, using the wall for balance.
“You stayed?” a familiar voice said.
At once she knew why she felt the way she did. It was because she wasn’t alone. Rick, her friend and companion, had come back to her, and he was standing in the doorway. He stood in his bloodstained clothes, barely able to hold himself up without the aid of his shotgun.
Chris didn’t move or speak. She stood for a time before walking over to Rick and stopping directly in front of him. Then she reared back and slapped him in the face as hard as she could. Rick’s cheek was red with her handprint, but he didn’t move. Chris fell into his arms, and they held each other tightly.
“Don’t ever leave me again,” she whimpered.
Without words they walked to the bed, where Chris helped Rick take off his shirt. After kissing him for a few moments, she stopped upon seeing his wounds. She stepped back and looked at him.
“It’s not as bad as it—” Rick started.
Abruptly Chris moved toward him and kissed him once more before he could finish speaking. Thinking of his wounds, she slowly lowered her body over his on the bed where he lay. Feeling his warm skin on her face, she kissed his chest, which made her want him more. Rick lay on the bed, his hands full of her hair. He felt how careful she was being. He ran his right hand down Chris’s lower back, feeling the weight she had lost since the day he had met her. He then ran his hand over each vertebra with intention.
Rick used the little strength he had left to pull Chris on top of him in order to look her in the eyes as she straddled his body. He held her gaze as she quivered under the touch of his fingers running up her sides, stopping only to gently caress her breasts. His hands slowly moved down to her open jeans as she looked into his eyes with trust. She tried to control her heavy breathing as her heart raced in her chest. With no more hesitation, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor to reveal her naked upper body. Then, for a moment, she held her breasts for him to see. Rick slid the jeans off her. As they felt each other’s soft, warm bodies moving in unison to meet each other, they made love.
FOURTEEN
B efore setting off to travel the highway, Chris had aided Rick until he fully healed. While Rick rested, Chris searched home after home, pushing far past the upper-class neighborhood they were in and into surrounding towns. She had looked not only for supplies but also for a certain individual.
She knew that when Brick Creek was attacked, Amber undoubtedly had taken all the food and supplies from the store with her, if she indeed had survived. If Amber were still alive, would she have anything left after more than a year? First, Chris thought, Amber was too much of a bitch to die, and second, she’d never share anything with others.
Chris told Rick she was going to find Amber and bring back supplies. Although he didn’t initially agree that she should go alone, he soon gave in to her argument knowing that he wasn’t strong enough to do it himself and that they needed food.
Chris then described Amber in detail to him, explaining that she was their only option. She did leave out a few of her own personal feelings about Amber, not wanting Rick to think she was going because of a vendetta, which of course was exactly the case.
Chris wanted Amber dead, and she wanted to be the one who did it. It wasn’t because of their run-in at
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