If you've never woken up to someone's boot pressing against your ribs, lucky you! I groaned in frustration as the shoe dug further into my side.
"Stop!" I whined, pushing it away.
Deep chuckling resounded through the firehouse from above me. Slowly, I opened my brown eyes to see Owen standing over me. I groaned again and turned over, facing away from him.
"No, little Dixon! Time to get up and get moving!" he said, ripping the blanket off of me.
He grabbed my arm and forcefully yanked me to my feet. I stumbled a bit, being only half-awake and he caught me in his arms. Tilting my head back, I gazed up into his eyes.
"Why do you have to be so mean?" I growled, ignoring the butterflies that had formed in my stomach at his arms being encircled around me.
He laughed as I wriggled out of his grip and took a step back from him.
"Oh, I'm not mean...just selectively agreeable..." he winked and I rolled my eyes.
His combat boots made the floorboards creak as he walked over to look out of the window.
"Coast is clear." he declared as he unblocked the door and slowly pried it open.
I followed him as he slipped out the door and into the light of day. The bright sun lit up his figure, giving his hair a halo-effect. I almost laughed at myself. Now I was comparing my kidnapper to an angel. Something must be wrong with me. I shook the thoughts away while I trudged after Owen.
Stepping over the dead bodies lying on the ground from the previous night, we quietly made our way through one of the back alleys and onto a deserted street. The hot sun beat down on us as we walked, the sweltering heat making my old ragged vintage t-shirt stick to my skin. Moans came from the woods that lined each side of the street then and a walker limped out, trying to grab onto one of us when Owen pushed his knife through its skull. Its body slumped to the ground, blood pouring out of its head. I gazed down at it a second before we began walking again. I hated to think that that could be me someday - just another dead body to be put down by a stranger, not even someone I knew or loved me enough to do it.
Just a random passerby doing it to stay alive. Suddenly, my stomach growled, breaking the silence between the Alpha Wolf and I. He turned his head around slightly and smirked.
"Hungry, Angel?" he snickered, digging a hand into the green duffel bag he had slung over his shoulder.
"Well, I haven't eaten since you so rudely interrupted my shopping trip two days ago," I grumbled as he tossed a dented can of food to me.
"'Shopping trip'? That's really what you're going to call it? Wouldn't 'stealing' be a more apt term?" he countered.
I caught the can with both hands and smiled...until I read the label.
"Seriously?!" I shrieked, "You just had to give me the peaches?!"
He laughed aloud and I rolled my eyes as I rolled the can over in my hands.
"Well, how do you expect me to open the thing then?" I asked as I continued to walk along behind him.
I heard him sigh and he stopped walking. Opening up his pocket knife, he took the can from me and with it, cut into the metal. Juice ran onto his long fingers and he shook it off his hand.
"Here." he muttered, shoving the can into my hands before beginning to walk down the road once more.
"Thanks." I mumbled gruffly.
I drained the juice from the can into the grass before fishing a pear half out. Popping it in my mouth, the tart sweetness of it filled my mouth. I grimaced as I chewed on it.
"Gosh, I wish this was any other kind of fruit," I said to myself.
Owen sighed exasperatedly ahead of me, "Can you just shut up about your stupid peaches already? By all rights, they should be mine anyway. Count yourself lucky I shared with you,"
I almost choked on the peach in my mouth. His peaches?! I swallowed the bite down.
"Excuse me? The peaches were mine! They may terrible but I was the one to find them, not you!" I said vehemently as I wiped my sticky fingers on my faded jeans.
He whipped around just then, startling me so much I dropped the can. I huffed before glaring daggers at him.
"Everything you have is mine, little Dixon! Don't forget that! I may have been nice to you just now but I'm still your kidnapper-" he started.
Suddenly, a shot rang out and a bullet whizzed toward us. Owen jumped in front of me and the bullet grazed his shoulder. I shrieked as a patch of dark red spread on his jacket. He groaned briefly before taking my hand in his as we ran into the woods. We zigzagged around the trees while the shots kept coming one after the other. Pulling the gun from his holster, he shot back at them.
But there were too many of them, they came at us from all sides. They were brutes, the lot of them. Tall, muscular men each carrying a pistol and a smug smile on their faces. This was a game to them. They were trying to kill us for sport. Even the great Alpha Wolf couldn't take on this many by himself.
Owen's hand gripped mine tightly whilst we fled, dodging bullets as we went. The woods opened up into another street then, this one littered with abandoned cars. The doors were ajar and the contents of them were spilled on the pavement. Survivors had looted them, by the looks of it. Owen pulled me over to one of the cars and shoved me into the backseat. He crawled in behind me and closed the car door after us.
I squeezed my eyes shut, the gun shots still ringing out loudly. Gosh, I hoped we'd survive this.