Surprisingly, it didn't take long for Will to get a hold of how to hold and shoot a gun properly. His shots were exceptionally accurate. After just a few days, he was already used to holding the most common guns, which I was planning to keep him on until later. I eventually had to ask him, "Are you sure you've never held a gun before?" To which he just chuckled and shook his head.

He had cooked me another meal of rice and beans, yet this time adding some corn he had found in the corner of the box, which was actually fresh. I had gotten used to eating such a big meal, I didn't have to eat seconds anymore.

"How did you end up here?"

"Didn't I already tell you?"

"I meant what happened to your family."

"They died in the zombie attack." I began to chew my food sluggishly. "My sister was the first one to go. I ended up killing them all. Didn't take much time until someone found me. From there, I was walked from safe house to safe house until I was left here." I warily looked up from my corn to find him smirking at me. How could he even smile reviewing his dreadful memories?

"This seems to make you uncomfortable." I nodded. "Yes. It does."

"When do we get to go outside again?" My stomach churned. "One more day, please."

"You promised."

"One more."

He sighed and continued wiping his shotgun off. "Fine."

"Excuse me." I abandoned my pistol and left the room.

I plopped down on the sleeping bag, which seemed to take of the stress away.

Why was it that I didn't want to leave? Why was it that everytime that the fragile topic was mentioned, I instantly wanted to curl over a toilet and hurl?

Your scared.

But why?

Was I afraid of dying? No. I sickly welcomed the idea.

Was I afraid of becoming one of them? Even though I preferred not to, that wouldn't be enough to stop me.

In the midst of my thoughts, Will knocked the door. "Tired?" I gulped. "Yeah, coming soon?" I whispered weakly. "Sure, just let me clean up the table a little. Got to get rested for tomorrow, you know?" I squeezed my eyes shut. "Yup."

I sighed. There was no way. I wasn't afraid of Will. But whatever I was afraid of involved him.

I turned on my side, closing my eyes. I was too tired to think about it anymore.

It could all wait until tomorrow.

But that still wasn't a pleasant reminder.

"Hey sleepy head. Wake up."

My vision was a bit blurry to the sudden light beaming down on my face. Will's face was the first thing I saw. "Hmm."

"Oh come on! I ready for the hordes!"

No your not, my head screamed. I jumped. "Whoa, are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just a little cold." His entire face brightened. "I'll make you something warm for breakfast today." I grabbed his arm. "You saying I can't cook?" Will shook his head. "No. Just saying you can't cook well."

"Dumbass." I rubbed my eyes. "I thought you needed beauty sleep to get ready for another day!" I yelled at the open door. "Oh, don't worry you don't need it."

"Why, thank you." He stood at the doorway. "Why? I just said that you don't need beauty sleep because there's nothing to make beautiful. It's all covered up by ugliness." He joked. I picked up the nearest paper and balled it up before throwing it. I could hear him laugh from the other room. "That's not you said the first time we met."

"I hadn't seen any signs of a human in a week. Of course I was going to try and get close to one. That's like accusing me of doing things while I'm drunk."

I scoffed. "Shouldn't be drinking away." His laughter roared. "Moron."

I wriggled my way from out the sheets, and breathed in fresh air, bracing myself for today.