A/N: This ended up coming out later than I expected. I blame the computer problems I've been having. Technology has not been my friend lately. Anyone else notice the major differences in the account page? I didn't see a problem with how it was before but maybe that's just me... Err, onto the story now?

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Billy walked down the streets, dodging past a zombie when here and there. He didn't like being unarmed but it was better this way. At least Rebecca and her friends would have a better weapon in case they ran into one of those crazy assed fast red zombies. Now those things were a bitch.

He turned a corner, now at the road near where he lived. A clatter caught his attention and he saw a flash of something appear. There was a sound of a chuckle but he couldn't make out the figure as it soon ran away. Before he had time to question it something crashed straight through his complex building. Immediately, he stepped backwards quickly, dodging debris that flew everywhere.

'What the hell?'

His eyes looked past through the smoke to see a figure that was definitely not human. It was tall, an ugly grayish-blue color like rotten flesh and stood on two hind legs almost like a human. Its arms were big and had veins and gashes all on them. Two black beady eyes looked dead straight at him, slowly walking towards him menacingly.

'Shit.'

Before he had any time to react he found himself directed a strong, firm punch to his gut and was thrown backwards from the force of the blow. His body collapsed a few feet away, kneecaps scrapping against the cemented street, all the while he held an arm to his stomach, coughing heavily. It felt like he had just been hit car or truck even. His stomach throbbed and he could feel tenderness across his skin where he was sure a big bruise was forming.

If it had been any other man he probably would have been throwing up by now, but for Billy physical pain came hand-in-hand for him.

Billy blocked out the pain and soreness and staggered to his feet, wincing as he did so. The tyrant was approaching him again, slowly walking in big strides that made the ground tremble slightly. He knew that if this kept up he would be a goner in no time. He survived one punch but the next one would probably break his spine.

With no weapons, he realized he had only one other option for now.

Run.

And with that he turned and dashed around the corner. It was following him but at a distance he was sure it could do him no harm. He had to keep that distance until he figured out a strategy.

His legs burned with exertion as he continued to run. The echoes of moans were heard and he almost forgot he had to deal with zombies on the side. As if it wasn't enough he was dealing with the Terminator here.

He caught sight of the construction building where he had last left Rebecca and her friends and wondered briefly if they were still there. He couldn't possibly endanger them by luring the B.O.W to them because he was in danger.

A quick thought crossed his mind and he stopped, eyeing the lower floor of the building. There was a room on the down floor that held dynamite. It was a dangerous move but he was out of options. He would have to blow the thing up.

Billy ran over to the construction building, feet skidding across the cement. The door was in the corner, below the numerous thick, metal poles above that made out a structure base for the above. As he checked the knob he was relieved to find it open and entered the room. It was musky and dark inside the room and he pulled out a lighter he had in his pocket to aid him in the darkness. He finally caught sight of two pairs of dynamite stuck together and grabbed them quickly before exiting the room.

He jogged to the outside, seeing a few staggering zombies up ahead that had now spotted him. Now he just had to think of which building to set up the dynamite and lure the tyrant to. As he took a few steps back, eyeing the zombies with carefulness, a sound of heavy footsteps caught his attention.

It was here. A few steps behind the zombies was the tyrant, eyeing him dead on again. The two zombies blocking him didn't stand a chance. In a matter of seconds it had slammed its fist against both of them. A cracking sound that sounded louder to Billy then it actually was came from the zombies. They groaned in oblivious pain and went flying in the air, skidding against the ground a few feet away.

One's spine appeared to have been broken and it waved his arms around aimlessly, lying on its back. The other was sliding across the road, both legs having been broken in the fall. Despite it all Billy found himself pitying them. They had been humans before after all. It wasn't as if they were born zombies.

There was no time for such thoughts now though. Immediately he ran to the side, dark blue eyes scanning the buildings as he passed them in search of the best one for the job. The loud footsteps behind him weren't missed.

He passed a small store building and halted. It would do. Walking into the building, he began to place the dynamite in the center of the building. There were shelves scattered around with items and he decided in the center of them would be best. His fingers slipped into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his handy lighter once again. With his thumb he flicked the top off and lit it. The flames flickered in the darkness, his eyes warily looking out the clear windows to the outdoors where the loud crunching footsteps stopped.

The door didn't stand a chance either. It was smashed apart and specks of wood flickered everywhere. Billy held his position, planting his heels against the floor. His eyes darted over to the heavy shelves that would serve as a mild distraction; just enough time to stall.

Timing was everything. He had to time it perfectly or it wouldn't work.

His feet moved then and he shoved his heavy shoulder into the shelf knocking it over when the tyrant was within distance. Soon after the shelf fell over, items crashing and breaking below as it fell into the closest shelf knocking it over, a domino effect taking place. The rest fell onto top of the B.O.W. A dust of smoke rose and settled in the air.

Billy ran to the dynamite and lit the string end. It sizzled and the flame drew downwards on the white string towards the dynamite. As soon as he was making his speedy escape out the back window and loud crashing sound stopped him in his tracks. Before he had any time to react he found himself slammed against the wall, a strong, big hand clutching at his neck and blocking his circulation. Gasping, his feet flailed as the tyrant held him upwards, pressing his back painfully into the wall.

A burning sensation built in the back of Billy's throat as he struggled to get free. Despite his attempts there didn't appear to be any way for him to escape. An overwhelming dizziness clouded in the back of his mind as he felt his movements get heavier, slower. The sizzling of the flame on the long string echoed a heavy warning in his mind.

The tyrant didn't appear to care that it was going to die as long as it took him along. They would both perish.

His senses were numbing. His vision blurred. The burning sensation increased and it felt like his lungs were on fire. He was going to die here. All that running and hiding he did had been in vain. Bitterly, he thought that in the end he was going to die anyways; didn't all humans die anyways in the end?

Darkness set upon his eyes, a light set in the center. Tunnel vision. And then he saw a face he knew all too well; a kind, soft rounded face with bright, green eyes that sparkled like an emerald. She was still alive. And she was out there in that hellhole of a nightmare—but not by herself. She didn't need him, really. However, the desire to fight kicked in when he thought about how she was still out there, so fragile yet so strong in heart.

His fingers slipped with the very last ounce of his energy into his pocket and pulled out the lighter. He flicked back the top and allowed the flames to burn the very arm that was killing him. The skin burned off, revealing red muscle flesh underneath and the tyrant dropped him, startled for a brief second.

Air filled his lungs immediately and he gasped in air, feeling the burn run across his body. With strength he didn't know he possessed at that moment, Billy shoved his body against the tyrant, pushing it backwards a few steps. It was enough.

After that he jumped out the window just in time before the dynamite finally exploded taking with it the building and the B.O.W. Coughing, Billy laid himself on the street, staring at the dark sky with the full moon. His body was beyond worn, damaged but somehow still hanging in there. Allowing a small breath to escape his lips, he closed his eyes.

'I'm still alive.'

Rebecca turned right at a cross section and stopped in her tracks. A body was lying on the street, unmoving.

"Billy!" Rebecca cried out, running over to him and kneeling by him.

His eyelashes fluttered open upon hearing her voice and he stared up at her. He looked tired, almost defeated and his body showed it. He had scratches, bruises and cuts all over his body along with blood staining his clothes that she was sure was his.

"Rebecca," he coughed out weakly, sitting up slowly.

She held a steady hand to his chest, feeling her eyes tear up in relief. He was alive—just barely. Not too far from him was the demolished building, only in rubbles now.

"I thought...I thought maybe you..." she started but the words died at the tip of her tongue. Tears began to drip down her cheeks and she shook her head as if that would stop them.

God, if he had died because of her... She would never forgive herself—ever.

A gentle touch startled her back to reality as Billy's thumb wiped along her tears. She blinked, surprised to see his face so close to hers now. She could almost see the pupils of his dark blue eyes, slightly dilated and black. Her cheeks flushed and then he looked down at her handcuffed wrist, lips twitching upwards.

"You're handcuffed on one wrist?"

If possible she turned red even more.

"It's a long story," she sighed, wincing suddenly when her broken wrist was disturbed. Billy appeared to notice and he traced his fingertips across her wrist gently as if accessing the damage. She used to be a medic though; she knew the damage.

"It's fine," she assured him. If anything she was more worried about his state at the moment. "Let's get to some shelter and I can address your wounds."

Billy didn't argue.

They had taken refuge in a small bookstore that was abandoned—or free of dead people. The windows and doors were barricaded by wood making it a safe place for the mean time. Candles were lit so they weren't completely left in the dark.

Rebecca found a first aid kit in the back and came back to the front where Billy was resting. His eyes were closed and he looked in unbearable pain. She knelt beside him, opening the kit with her well wrist. It wasn't as easy as she thought it would be.

"Here, let me do it." Billy said, reaching out and opening the kit himself.

Rebecca frowned, feeling useless. She couldn't do anything with only one wrist. Her thoughts were cut off when she felt Billy take her wrist and begin to wrap it up. Almost immediately she took it away, wincing in pain as she did so.

"No, save it for yourself," she argued stubbornly.

Her male companion gave her a pointed look before taking her wrist again, albeit gently, and finishing with his wrapping. She tried to pull away once again but froze when she realized how close they were again. It was far too close. She didn't dare move. When Billy finished, she thanked him timidly in which he responded back with a smile before continuing on himself.

Rebecca placed her wrist in her lap, examining it. He did a pretty well job on it. It didn't hurt so much now with the support she admitted.

"Billy, did you by chance see somebody else out there? A male dressed in a suit?" She questioned, wondering where exactly Felix had run off to.

Billy who had been leaning against the wall, eyelids shut as if resting, shifted although his eyelids never opened. "No why? There's someone else out there that isn't of the walking dead?"

She bit her lip unsure if she should tell him. Would it matter? But she decided that they were partners and he needed the whole truth especially since it now involved him unfortunately.

"Yes, Felix, my ex. I just found out awhile ago he was here and is involved with all this mess." She answered back, eyes looking in her lap before back up to him. "He wants to kill you." Her words were whispered at the last sentence.

Billy's eyes opened and he looked at her suddenly serious. "An ex of yours wants to kill me? I haven't even made a move on you yet." He chuckled, voice filled with amusement despite how serious he had looked a few seconds before.

...yet.

Rebecca blushed at the connotations. Surely he was teasing her again. It hadn't actually crossed his mind to, well 'make a move' on her as he called it.

"Another long story." She eyed his at ease state quizzically. "You're not...worried?"

Billy snorted and she felt like he would roll his eyes if he wasn't so tired. "After the shit I faced today? I think I can handle a mere human."

He was right. Sighing to herself, Rebecca stood up and decided to sit beside Billy. She could feel the warmth radiating from his form and she let her head rest on his broad shoulder, eyelashes fluttering shut. Her body was worn out and she told herself she needed just a few minutes of shut eye to carry on. It would be risky for the both of them to go asleep though and clearly Billy needed the rest more than her.

She opened her eyes, about to sit up when Billy's voice stopped her. "It's alright, you can nap for awhile. I'll stay guard."

He was far too kind to her. She realized she missed this most about him. The way he was always looking out for her. But this time she wanted to be the one looking out for him. He had done far too much for her already by helping her find her friends and staying with her up to this point. Her friends—she hoped they were okay. Her heart told her that they were most definitely safe and she would see them again after all this.

Rebecca picked up her head and took a deep breath before reaching over and taking Billy's head in her hands and drawing him down into her lap. He didn't struggle and instead stared up at her with an eyebrow raised, silently questioning her actions. Her cheeks colored again.

"I'm fine; I just want you to be comfortable. You need the rest." She mumbled, placing her hands at her sides.

"I'd be an idiot to complain then," he hummed, smirking slightly.

"Shut it. Don't make me regret being kind and throwing you off."

Billy chuckled before letting his eyelids close. "Shutting up now."

Rebecca looked out to the window, seeing darkness through the cracks. She wondered briefly what time it was. It was late most definitely. Her fingers skimmed across her handgun making sure it was still with her. She knew that Felix was still out there and waiting. They'd have to be ready for whatever he threw at them. She only hoped the worst of it was over.

Soft breathing sounds drew her to the body below. Billy appeared to be fast asleep ready. His chest heaved up and down with every breath he took and she found herself admiring him seeing as she hadn't had the time before to do so. It was the first time she had ever seen him sleeping. He looked peaceful. His strong features softened in his sleep. Her emerald eyes glanced at the bandages and wraps around his body and she sighed softly.

"I'm sorry for everything," she whispered to him, almost wishing he could hear her.

He didn't stir in his slumber. Rebecca's eyes trailed from his nose to his lips as flashes of remembrance filled her. She remembered her dream and how he had kissed her in it. Licking her lips, she bent her head down absently telling herself this wasn't a good idea. But she doubted she'd have the courage to do it when he was awake.

Her lips pressed softly against his, feeling his full lips beneath hers, and the flush of warm breath through his somewhat parted lips hit her. Her eyelashes fluttered shut briefly before she pulled away, breath catching in her throat. Her heart pounded in her chest rapidly and she felt warmth spread across her cheeks as she felt the touch of his lips still on her lips.

No, they weren't just friends. And she was starting to believe they weren't just partners either.

Ending Note: This was the second part. No out of nowhere rocket launcher for Billy. I think dynamite is a suitable substitute no? Thanks again to everyone who reviewed last chapter! And no, it's not over just yet, sillies. There's still bits to come so stay tuned!