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resisted it.
“Sorry, again,” Ben muttered and put the pole into the chest of the teen. The pole exited through the teen’s back and he swerves into the wall. The pole went into the wall making a tight hole for it to stay in. Ben let go of the pole as the teen struggled to get him.
Forres grabbed a random shirt and wipes her face with it. After she took a breath and goes to the women rack. Self-consciously, she took off her shirt with her backs to the boys. She felt eyes on her as she put on a shirt as quickly as she could with a bullet wound.
But the boys weren’t watching her, they were getting change themselves.
Forres took off her pants, glancing at the guys to see if they were watching her. They weren’t, she realized. She started to put on new pants as Zander put on a new shirt and Ben took off his. Something was written on Ben’s ribs. A tattoo. Forres craned her neck to see what was written but she almost fell over in the process. She gave up and buttoned her baggy jeans. She took her new shoes and goes over the counter. Sitting on it, she changed her sneakers to running shoes, listening to the zombie growl.
When Ben was done, he goes over to Forres leaned on the counter to the left of where she was sitting on. Forres tied her shoes slowly, biting her lips. “What’s on your ribs?” Forres blurted out the question that was on her mind as if she couldn’t help it.
Ben turned to her, raising a brow. He had a smile on his face that was full of amusement. “You were watching me change, Forres?”
Forres opened her mouth to object but no words came out.
Ben let out a small chuckle and looked down, “It something that my friends and I got before going into service.”
Forres nodded as if she knew what that was like. “What does it say?” Forres watched Ben. She noticed some features on his face she hadn’t noticed before. His face was full of odd freckles. His hair stood up in the front and was dark but his eyes were naturally a light, concerned brown.
His light eyes met Forres’ dark eyes. Ben moved from the counter and lifted his shirt. Black fancy ink sat on his right ribs. Forres stared for second as his chest raises then fells. She wasn’t even reading it; she was just admiring his chest. “For those I love, I will sacrifice,” Ben read the black ink. He put down his shirt and Forres’ eyes went to his face.
“Did you going into a lot of wars?” Forres questioned.
“Actually, there weren’t any more wars because the domes, but I always wanted to fight for our country. All I do… well did… is guard the domes for something like this not to happen,” Ben looked down ashamed.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Forres explained. Zander stood off to the side, listening.
“If we would have guarded the dome better, this wouldn’t have happened. If I had listened to my father…”
Forres looked from Ben to Zander. She didn’t know what the last part meant but she wasn’t going to make these guys feel guilty for being alive. “You guys would have died…”
“Better than a thousand people dead,” Ben flatly said.
Zander looked down as well. “I’d rather you guys alive then a thousand,” Forres stated. “Stop feeling bad and be grateful you’re alive.”
“How could we?” Ben said, grabbing his gun. “If I was dead, you wouldn’t have been shot,” Ben starts out.
And I wouldn’t like you if you were dead, Ben. Forres bit back that part. She started after Ben as they walked outside. “I’m fine,” Forres whispered in his ear. She slowly slid her hand into Ben’s warm hand. Ben glanced over at Forres, holding her hand tighter. “I’m fine,” Forres repeated.
Zander trailed behind them, holding his gun, tightly, not with jealousy but with fear. Fear of what would happen to them. Fear of their future. And fear of the aftermath of all of the destroyed New York.
Chapter Fifteen
Day One: March 27 th , 2020; 12:23pm
“Touching,”
“Sorry, again,” Ben muttered and put the pole into the chest of the teen. The pole exited through the teen’s back and he swerves into the wall. The pole went into the wall making a tight hole for it to stay in. Ben let go of the pole as the teen struggled to get him.
Forres grabbed a random shirt and wipes her face with it. After she took a breath and goes to the women rack. Self-consciously, she took off her shirt with her backs to the boys. She felt eyes on her as she put on a shirt as quickly as she could with a bullet wound.
But the boys weren’t watching her, they were getting change themselves.
Forres took off her pants, glancing at the guys to see if they were watching her. They weren’t, she realized. She started to put on new pants as Zander put on a new shirt and Ben took off his. Something was written on Ben’s ribs. A tattoo. Forres craned her neck to see what was written but she almost fell over in the process. She gave up and buttoned her baggy jeans. She took her new shoes and goes over the counter. Sitting on it, she changed her sneakers to running shoes, listening to the zombie growl.
When Ben was done, he goes over to Forres leaned on the counter to the left of where she was sitting on. Forres tied her shoes slowly, biting her lips. “What’s on your ribs?” Forres blurted out the question that was on her mind as if she couldn’t help it.
Ben turned to her, raising a brow. He had a smile on his face that was full of amusement. “You were watching me change, Forres?”
Forres opened her mouth to object but no words came out.
Ben let out a small chuckle and looked down, “It something that my friends and I got before going into service.”
Forres nodded as if she knew what that was like. “What does it say?” Forres watched Ben. She noticed some features on his face she hadn’t noticed before. His face was full of odd freckles. His hair stood up in the front and was dark but his eyes were naturally a light, concerned brown.
His light eyes met Forres’ dark eyes. Ben moved from the counter and lifted his shirt. Black fancy ink sat on his right ribs. Forres stared for second as his chest raises then fells. She wasn’t even reading it; she was just admiring his chest. “For those I love, I will sacrifice,” Ben read the black ink. He put down his shirt and Forres’ eyes went to his face.
“Did you going into a lot of wars?” Forres questioned.
“Actually, there weren’t any more wars because the domes, but I always wanted to fight for our country. All I do… well did… is guard the domes for something like this not to happen,” Ben looked down ashamed.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Forres explained. Zander stood off to the side, listening.
“If we would have guarded the dome better, this wouldn’t have happened. If I had listened to my father…”
Forres looked from Ben to Zander. She didn’t know what the last part meant but she wasn’t going to make these guys feel guilty for being alive. “You guys would have died…”
“Better than a thousand people dead,” Ben flatly said.
Zander looked down as well. “I’d rather you guys alive then a thousand,” Forres stated. “Stop feeling bad and be grateful you’re alive.”
“How could we?” Ben said, grabbing his gun. “If I was dead, you wouldn’t have been shot,” Ben starts out.
And I wouldn’t like you if you were dead, Ben. Forres bit back that part. She started after Ben as they walked outside. “I’m fine,” Forres whispered in his ear. She slowly slid her hand into Ben’s warm hand. Ben glanced over at Forres, holding her hand tighter. “I’m fine,” Forres repeated.
Zander trailed behind them, holding his gun, tightly, not with jealousy but with fear. Fear of what would happen to them. Fear of their future. And fear of the aftermath of all of the destroyed New York.
Chapter Fifteen
Day One: March 27 th , 2020; 12:23pm
“Touching,”
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