So HI you guys! Heh. Look at me. Comin' in all sly and stuff after not updating for several days. xD Thanks so much for the reviews and stuff. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. So I had another case of writer's block and I had to get with my proof-reader Britney-ney16 for a good lunch of PB&J sandwiches at my house to discuss ideas. And I have to say, she's a freakin' genius! To say the least, you guys are gunna be like :O. xD In the meantime, HAPPY READING!
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We had been traveling for two weeks now and we were on the highway now, avoiding car pileups and occasionally scoring some zombie-hockey points when needed. I was getting a bit sick of all this. Constantly running for our lives, eating stupid granola bars. I mean really? Was it too much to ask for a big juicy steak every once in a while?

We stopped at a run-down motel. Even when the world hadn't gone to shit you could tell this place was a real dump.

I gathered my pistol to my hip and sighed as the rest of the gang got out of the truck.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Francis look at me weirdly.

"You okay?" he asked softly once Bill and Louis were out of the vehicle, checking things out.

"Yes and no," I said, loading my guns with ammo.

"Explain."

I put the guns in my lap and stared at the seat in front of me. "I'm sick of this. I'm sick of running, I'm sick of killing, I'm sick of not being able to take a shower whenever I want, I'm tired of sleeping in shifts, I'm tired of everything Francis. I don't want this," my mouth spewed.

"Zoe, it's not like the rest of us chose this life either," Francis said, putting his arm around my shoulder and hugging me close to him.

"I know but all I want is all of this shit to stop. I just want to go back to my dorm, and watch horror movies for the rest of my life," I cried, tears spilling from my eyes.

I knew I was being a total baby about it, but I just couldn't handle keeping it inside anymore.

I felt Francis grab my opposite hip and turn it towards him, taking me into his lap. Now that I think about it, I was actually straddling him…but it didn't matter because he wasn't trying to make a pass at me, just comforting.

I laid my head on his chest and sobbed, almost ruining his shirt with my tears.

"It's okay Zoey. I promise you, after we get through with this mess we'll get a house and you can watch all the horror stories you want," he assured me.

I was sort of starting to calm down. I wiped my eyes and looked at him sadly.

I watched him as he smirked lightly. "I'll even get you an endless supply of Oreos and chocolate milk."

I couldn't help but smile. "The man knows a way to my heart," I said, gently kissing his lips.

"Always babe," he said, kissing me back.

Rapid tapping on the window most rudely interrupted us, and I glared over at Bill.

"Let's go kiddos, we got company," he said.

I felt my eyes grow wide as I scrambled off of Francis' lap and outside the door. Without thinking I automatically cocked my gun and aimed it at whoever was in my sight and moving.

Ahead of me, Louis was strangely talking to several people whom I didn't recognize. My first thought was elation, and then came reasonability. We didn't even know these people.

"Who the fuck is this?" I heard Francis bellow out behind me.

There were three guys and one woman, all sticking together and obviously very skeptical of the situation at hand. One of the men had long blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. He was kind of intimidating, but not so much that a few bullets couldn't take him out. Another was looking our way. He had hair that went a little past his ears and was raven black. He also had a lip-ring, which oddly, I found kind of hot on him. The last guy looked like he was completely bored and was looking around, obviously scouting. He surprisingly looked like a rainbow threw up on his head because his hair was different variations of blue, green, purple and dark red. The woman with them was a little taller than me and had her curly hair French-braided in pigtails. They were all dressed in jeans and different pullover jackets that were obviously heavily loaded down with ammo.

"Zoe, come here," Louis said, calling me over to meet our new "friends". I warily walked over and looked over at Louis, waiting for him to continue what he started.

"Guys this is Adam, Nero, Jack, and Natalie," Louis explained, pointing from Blondie to Rainbow-head to Lip-ring-Hottie, and finally to Curly.

I halfway smiled and nodded at them. I felt a hand slip through mine and squeeze. I looked up at Francis beside me and leaned into his touch.

"I would say it's great to meet you all," Francis said. "But the circumstances suck ass."

Natalie laughed. "I couldn't agree more."

"This loudmouth is Francis," Louis said, grinning at the now glowering biker beside me. "And Mr. Grumpy over there is Bill."

"Glad to know there's someone out there besides us," Adam replied, smiling warmly.

"We've been traveling for a while now. Is there any way we can get a couple rooms?" Bill asked, getting gruffly to the point.

"Yeah sure," Nero answered, and started towards the buildings.

"You guys go ahead," Louis said, getting the bags from the back of the truck.

Francis dragged me towards the small checkout window and laughed when Nero handed him some card keys. "You mean they still work?"

Nero smiled widely. "Surprisingly yes. All the electricity here comes from some solar panels on the roof."

I looked into the small room. "They could afford solar panels, yet they kept this wallpaper that's probably from 1974?"

"Unfortunately," Nero said, looking around at the walls too. "I gave you guys four rooms, I hope that's good enough. They're all side by side too."

Francis flicked one of the cards back at him. "Don't worry about it man, we only need three."

I watched Nero's face falter a bit, and then he nodded. I turned around to find that Bill seemed to be in a very deep discussion with Natalie about Bob knows what. Poor girl, she looked like she wanted to scream or pull her hair out, but she just kept quiet and suffered silently.

I took a card from Francis' hand and set off to find the room that held a wonderful shower that was just calling my name.

I had to go past a few vending machines that pretty much look like they had been rummaged through already to get to the room. I slipped in the key and the little light on the lock went green. I opened the door to find that the inside wasn't any better than the lobby.

"This place is a dump," Francis said behind me.

I glanced at him as I threw our bags on a nearby table. "It's better than sleeping on the ground."

I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door so I could be alone without Francis trying to grope me.

Afterwards, I felt heaps better. I walked out of the tiny room to find Francis lying on the bed, hands behind his head, feet still on the ground, and sleeping.

I grinned and whispered to myself, "He sleeps."

I quietly patted across the floor to the bed and sat on his legs, facing him. I leaned over and put my hands on either side of his head and kissed his lips.

He didn't respond at first, but soon enough, he grabbed me and had his arms around my waist, trying to pull me closer to him.

"Zoey," he breathed once we came up for air.

"Hm?"

"I love you."

I looked at him and smiled. "Ditto."

And we kept on like that for the rest of the night.

There ya go Francis-fans. Hope ya liked it! Keep the awesome reviews coming! PS! I will write a one-shot for whoever recognizes the movie line I jacked! PM me with the answers and I will tell you if you're right or not. First person who gets it will get the one shot! I will email you if you're correct and I'll tell you the details then! Love you guys!
XOXO-Erika :))