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I gagged, covering my mouth, trying not to blow chunks all over Charlie. Cholo let out a "manly whimper" clutching at the nub of his wrist. Pilsie was fanning Pretty Boy as Riley held Slack into his chest. I swallowed thickly, as Charlie's arms tightened painfully on my waist, my body pressed tightly against his.
"Good..Cho..Now..uh..stop the bleeding." I said dumbly.
"No shit..you...fuckin'..pyhsco...blood loving..dumb ass.." He said, ripping off a part of his shirt and tying it around his wrist. I shook my head, watching as he covered the wound, and stood up, beginning to walk away.
"Hey! Cho, where' ya going?" I called, causing the dark haired man stop.
"How the fuck can you see me?"
"I'm a pink haired midget. We can all do this. Come and meet us."
"Stop Peace. I have to take care of something."
"So do we. We can take care of our somethings together!"
"Peace..If I live..I'll meet up with you all..Alright."
"..I'll try to help you Cho."
"I know..ángel de la guarda poca." He said, making his way back towards the city. I sighed, shaking my head as Slack watched the monitor now, with glaring eyes.
"What'd he say?" I asked stupidly, as Charlie tugged us down into a seat, with me happily sitting upon his lap. She huffed, turning another monitor on, that showed another digital map of the city.
"Something creepy." She spat, her dark eyes scanning the map. Riley chuckled, slapping her playfully on the back.
"He called you a guardian angel.." Pilsie said, hefting up the semi-conscious Pretty Boy and placing her back in the driver's seat. Yeah, that's a great idea. She probably cant even see straight and we're having her drive this train of a truck. I sighed, practically rolling off of Charlie's lap and walking silently into the back of the truck. There was a bathroom, a kitchen-pantry-laundry room and two other bedrooms. I chose the teal-gray color schemed room, which was equipped with a bullet proof roof-window that was only able to open from the inside, and with the help of a key.
I plopped down on the medium sized bed, sinking into the foamy mattress somewhat happily as I starred into the ceiling. I ripped off my soft, green coat, and sighed, watching the stars whiz by through the sky light. The room rocked calmly along with the truck, but the room was nice. The other room was a dark blue-yellow scheme, and both rooms had a closet, a desk, a tiny book self, and a dresser-drawer. They were all painted a calm teal or gray, and the room colors calmed my throbbing mind.
Would Cholo live?
Would any of us live?
Hopefully.
I felt my eyes tearing up, that I barley noticed the light tapping at the door, until it creaked open and worried blue orbs met my tearing blue and browns. I hiccuped, sitting up as Charlie fully entered the room, closing the door behind him. He dropped his shot gun off on the floor, taking his pistol and placing it on the carpeted floor. I tried to smile, but only succeeded in letting out a depressing sounding sob that ripped from my chest as I imagined Key's face once again.
Without taking off his coat, he raced forwards, plopping down on the bed next to me and squishing me against him. I sobbed brokenly, clutching at the lapels of his jacket as one hand wrapped around me, holding me to him as the other entwined itself into my hair, the pinkish-purple strands clutched in his slightly scorched hand. He let out a low 'sshh' as I cried against his chest, and then lifted onto his lap, my eyes meeting his neck, my tears wetting the collars of his many shirts.
I sniffled, wiping the tears away with the back of my hand, and I suddenly felt to childish and weak. Slack has been through the same things, but she wasn't here, closing herself in a room and sobbing her eyes out. I shook my head back and forth, smiling up at the charred man.
"I'm sorry. I was always the cry baby.." I said, dabbing at my slightly raw eyes. Charlie shrugged, leaning forwards to press a kiss to my forhead, a smile plastered over his face.
"I' think it's cute.." He admitted, shifting away from me shyly, his eyes traveling over to the wall, where a large mirror was against the desk. He sighed, bringing a hand up to his face, his fingers pulling at the skin under his closed eyes, a deep frown set in his features. I remembered back to when we were imprisoned, and his words rang out through my head.
"Hell yeah..He pulled me..out..outta the fire..It was bad.." He said, bringing up his hand and running it through his hair.
"Just look at me, you can tell it was bad."
I sighed, just thinking about Charlie hurt made my chest clench in the oddest of ways. I brought my hand up, cupping the 'melted' side of his face, turning him away from the mirror to look into my eyes.
"W..What happened Charlie..?" I asked, biting my bottom lip. Charlie sighed, closing his eyes as he began to spin the tale.
*Charlie's POV! : The Flashback.
I'd been traveling on foot for weeks now. The zombie out break hit everywhere, including my home town in Georgia. I had taken a car up more than half of the way up north, but after a few incidents involving theifs and stenches, my ride was long gone. I was walking up to what I thought was a military base, surrounded by electric wire and surrounded by armed guards. I stood before it dumbly, clutching my shot gun with one hand.
"Uhh..can I..come in..?" I questioned, tilting my head. The two guards looked at each other, nodding, seeing as how I was speaking. They'd never heard a stench speak ever. Just as the electrified doors opened, something jumped on my back. The guards screamed, one running off somewhere as another stench burst through the doors, going after the guards. One was killed while the other guard was sent running. I shoved the stench off me, hitting it against the electric fence. He shook, his clothes bursting into flames, but he lunged at me like a lion.
I ran inside, ducking into the small guard house and attempted to slam the door shut, but he broke in, setting the door aflame. His clothes, which were also aflame, had set my own clothes on fire, as well with the rest of the building. I finally gained my thoughts, and shot him in between the eyes with my pistol, his singed body falling to the floor. I screamed, running for the door as my side burned, the fire licking at my cheeks. I felt my face heat up, and I fell to the floor, rolling in pain, as the door was kicked open.
A coat was thrown over me, putting out the fire somewhat, and I felt a strong pair of hands hauling me out of the now burnt guard office. I looked up to see a navy eyed man that I'd never seen before.
"You alright?" He asked, pulling a walkie talkie from his pocket and calling for a doctor. I nodded, grinding my teeth together as I looked down to see my bloodied and melted hand, all the way up my arm, my shoulder, neck, side of my face, and all the way down to my hip. I don't remember much, seeing as I passed out.
All I know is that I'd be following this man, as his right hand man.
As soon as I could feel anything.
His story broke my heart, as I pressed forward, turning him away once again from the mirror as I smashed my lips to his. He let out a surprised groan of sorts, before a happy hum rumbled in his chest. I grabbed his face, my thumbs stroking his cheeks as I pressed my lips harder to his. He let out a happy sigh, as I straddled him, still sitting in his lap. My one hand left his face, to hold onto his jacket, and shove it off his shoulders. He let out a confused grunt, but soon made a little "squeak" noise when I shoved my hand up his shirts.
A growling sound came from him as he pushed my back to the bed, looking down on me with wild blue eyes. I ran my hand along burnt skin, and the warmth from him and I sighed, as he bent down and kissed me again, his arms around my waist. We heard awkward coughing, and someone tapping at the door. Apparently the door had swung itself open, and there stood Riley.
"W..We-re going over the battle plans..you might want to be there." He said, his navy eyes lit up in amusement, but a loving brotherly smile lit his face. I blushed, shoving Charlie and I up and nodded my head. I jumped up, not bothering with my coat as I raced out into the main room, and gathered with everyone who was sitting around the same damn map. Riley came in, whispering something into Slack's ear, making her giggle and wink at me. I blushed, my hands running through my hair.
Something warm slipped over my shoulders, and I looked down to see Charlie slipping his coat on my shoulders. Apparently he had taken off a few of his shirts, and was only wearing a checkered collared shirt, under an orange sweater. I smiled, tugging the large jacket on over my plain white shirt and smiled, leaning against him as Riley cleared his throat. A thought raced across my mind as I noticed that Charlie was still watching me with those glassy, wild eyes that he gave me before.
Did I just turn Charlie into a sexual deviant?
I shook my head, nah. Sweet Charlie. No.
I felt a hand snake around my waist, and landing on my backside.
Alright..maybe I've made a monster.