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hold onto fell with a clatter as he slammed the door shut behind him. "Motherfuckers," he mumbled.
I crashed into him and wrapped my arms around him tight. My overloaded, exhausted brain was finally quiet. All that mattered was that he was alive. I clung to him in silence, standing on my toes and pressing my cheek to his neck.
His arms hesitantly found their way around my back. A shudder ran through me, and he stroked the back of my neck. "Shh," he said, "We'll get out of this. Don't panic just yet.”
The dead weren't good with doors and stairs - they'd simply swarm around the building until we tried to get out or they found something else to chase. We were safe on the roof, but we were trapped.
That wasn't what I was thinking about, though. "I thought they had you." The tension in his body changed. I sank into him as he held me tight, rested his own cheek against my head.
I soaked in his warmth and his strength and God, it felt good. Too good. Dangerous. He kissed my forehead and called me "little pigeon," and I wanted to cry. My fears and doubts were whirring and clicking back into place, but what did they matter? We weren't getting out of this alive.
CHAPTER 7
I broke our embrace when I heard his stomach grumble. "Dinner's ready." He built a small fire with the sticks and magazines and we sat next to each other on the blanket.
That was a change. Normally I sat on the opposite side of the fire. Now we sat with our knees touching, passing the can and his spoon back and forth.
He placed the whiskey bottle on his other side. "I knew there was a reason I was so happy to see you," I joked. I watched the fire's reflection dance in the delicious amber liquid.
The delicious, flammable amber liquid. I sat up straight. "What if we Molotov our way out of here?"
He looked down at the bottle himself. "We don’t have the ingredients for that. But we could use it to light some of them on fire." He stood and walked to the roof's edge to look over, and I followed a moment later. The dead swarmed around the entrance and around the building. There was no way to tell if they were inside on the bottom floor or if they crowded any of the other exits.
"Risky," he said. "We could end up setting the whole building on fire. Or maybe it won't be enough. They'll overrun us anyway. I've only got four bullets..." He sighed. "But it might be our best chance."
"Maybe we'll wait until they start to disperse a little? We have enough to drink for what, two days?"
"Yeah, but who knows how long it'll take to find more once we do get out of here. We can't waste time."
The herd below us was obviously agitated. The corpses lurched into each other, and into the trees, and the building itself. They moved more quickly than they had on the road, too. More aggressively.
"When the sun's up, then," I said, and Adam nodded.
"Sold. One last swig and we save the rest." We should have saved as much of it as we could, but I could read my thought echoed on his face - fuck it . He retrieved the bottle and pressed it into my hands. "Ladies first, this time." Leaning with my ass against the ledge, I took a long, slow sip as he watched. When it was his turn, he stepped closer as he drank, crowding me against the concrete barrier.
Goddamn, the whiskey went straight to my head. Give in , my body urged. With death so close and so likely, what else was there to be afraid of? My hands acted with their own will, pulling him closer as he set the bottle down on the ledge off to our side.
"Don't let it fall," I said.
"Never." He descended and smashed into my mouth with a deep, hungering kiss. He sandwiched my body between the concrete and his chest. His tongue explored my mouth greedily; plunging, teasing, as his fingers caressed the back of my neck. It was an expression of pure passion, though restrained. He shook with the effort of holding back.
As it was, I could barely respond at all, other than to sink into it. To give in. I felt boneless; I planted
I crashed into him and wrapped my arms around him tight. My overloaded, exhausted brain was finally quiet. All that mattered was that he was alive. I clung to him in silence, standing on my toes and pressing my cheek to his neck.
His arms hesitantly found their way around my back. A shudder ran through me, and he stroked the back of my neck. "Shh," he said, "We'll get out of this. Don't panic just yet.”
The dead weren't good with doors and stairs - they'd simply swarm around the building until we tried to get out or they found something else to chase. We were safe on the roof, but we were trapped.
That wasn't what I was thinking about, though. "I thought they had you." The tension in his body changed. I sank into him as he held me tight, rested his own cheek against my head.
I soaked in his warmth and his strength and God, it felt good. Too good. Dangerous. He kissed my forehead and called me "little pigeon," and I wanted to cry. My fears and doubts were whirring and clicking back into place, but what did they matter? We weren't getting out of this alive.
CHAPTER 7
I broke our embrace when I heard his stomach grumble. "Dinner's ready." He built a small fire with the sticks and magazines and we sat next to each other on the blanket.
That was a change. Normally I sat on the opposite side of the fire. Now we sat with our knees touching, passing the can and his spoon back and forth.
He placed the whiskey bottle on his other side. "I knew there was a reason I was so happy to see you," I joked. I watched the fire's reflection dance in the delicious amber liquid.
The delicious, flammable amber liquid. I sat up straight. "What if we Molotov our way out of here?"
He looked down at the bottle himself. "We don’t have the ingredients for that. But we could use it to light some of them on fire." He stood and walked to the roof's edge to look over, and I followed a moment later. The dead swarmed around the entrance and around the building. There was no way to tell if they were inside on the bottom floor or if they crowded any of the other exits.
"Risky," he said. "We could end up setting the whole building on fire. Or maybe it won't be enough. They'll overrun us anyway. I've only got four bullets..." He sighed. "But it might be our best chance."
"Maybe we'll wait until they start to disperse a little? We have enough to drink for what, two days?"
"Yeah, but who knows how long it'll take to find more once we do get out of here. We can't waste time."
The herd below us was obviously agitated. The corpses lurched into each other, and into the trees, and the building itself. They moved more quickly than they had on the road, too. More aggressively.
"When the sun's up, then," I said, and Adam nodded.
"Sold. One last swig and we save the rest." We should have saved as much of it as we could, but I could read my thought echoed on his face - fuck it . He retrieved the bottle and pressed it into my hands. "Ladies first, this time." Leaning with my ass against the ledge, I took a long, slow sip as he watched. When it was his turn, he stepped closer as he drank, crowding me against the concrete barrier.
Goddamn, the whiskey went straight to my head. Give in , my body urged. With death so close and so likely, what else was there to be afraid of? My hands acted with their own will, pulling him closer as he set the bottle down on the ledge off to our side.
"Don't let it fall," I said.
"Never." He descended and smashed into my mouth with a deep, hungering kiss. He sandwiched my body between the concrete and his chest. His tongue explored my mouth greedily; plunging, teasing, as his fingers caressed the back of my neck. It was an expression of pure passion, though restrained. He shook with the effort of holding back.
As it was, I could barely respond at all, other than to sink into it. To give in. I felt boneless; I planted
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