Notes: This fanfiction includes a very strange homosexual ship.
If you don't like "yaoi" or want to read about a ship that is definitely not well known, please leave now.

THIS IS UNFINSHED AND WILL BE EDITED SOON!

This crush was unbearable. Frustrating even. The usually aggressive male roughly jabbed his combat knife into a small blank of wood. Troy absolutely hated getting crushes on people and it only fed the anger in him. Especially if it was a man. Instead of being calm and happy about his crush, he felt like it was the end of his life.

N-I-C-K. Nick. The name was carved deep into the plank.

"This is fuckin' stupid." Troy spoke to himself in a mumble, rolling his eyes at his own actions. This was pathetic. He tossed the wood and knife aside and shook his head. Why was he spending his break carving Nick's name into things when he could be relaxing and savoring this time to calm down. Five minutes was an extremely long time, especially when being forced to work all day and sometimes night.

He stood up, picking up his assault rifle and sighed. What a waste of time. His eyes glanced down to the carved wooden slab and kicked it aside, forcing it under a table. An annoyed grunt uttered from him as he hurried out of the room.

A voice spoke through Troy's radio, "Troy-break's over. Back to guard duty." Carver ordered.

"Will do." Troy replied, as he has done every day for the past few months. Guarding duty was all he really did there. He made sure everyone was doing their job and, of course, checked up on those zombies trying to break through the patchy fences around the gigantic building. As long as he didn't fuck up, Carver would stay off his back for the most part.

As Troy was leaving one of the stores, he noticed someone walking down the sidewalk. He squinted to see who it was, through the sun shining into his eyes. Great. It was Nick. However, instead of getting nervous, Troy only stayed his old aggressive and dominant self. The tall, black haired male seemed to be struggling with boxes, which made Troy pity him, even a little bit. Instead of being kind towards the one he had feelings for, Troy put on a straight face and approached him.

"Where're you goin'?" Troy asked, voice loud as per usual. Nick was startled, which caused his own self to become defensive and slightly irked.

"Where th'fuck do you think?" Nick piped up, becoming very oversensitive very quick. He immediately regretted it, knowing Troy was just about as touchy as he was, and probably even more. Swallowing hard, he prepared for the worst Troy had to offer. A slap was something he expected, at the minimum.

But Troy didn't do any physical harm, which was surprising. Instead, he spoke, aggression more obvious in his voice now. "Don't have attitude with me, boy," He began, "it's my job to make sure you motherfuckers are doin' your goddamned job. Y'hear?"

Although astonished by Troy's lack of violence, Nick swallowed hard, nervous. "Sorry." He uttered under his breath. "I hear you." He didn't waste any time before quickly brushing past Troy, who was mentally punching himself.

Troy pinched the bridge of his nose, agitated at himself more than anything. But he moved on and continued his way down the path.