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Author: Kylie Scott
’ front lawn not long after the infection hit, when the police first
abandoned the streets and chaos took over. But the man on top of her made no move. Apart from his breathing, he remained immobile.
Waiting was the worst part. She’d suffocate on the scent of him before long. The house was oppressive, humid, with every door and window locked tight. Claustrophobia dug into her, its razor sharp fingers sinking through her neck, clawing at her throat.
Everything was locked out. She was locked in – with this stranger – with no escape. She was cornered.
The man said something, chanting it over and over. His breath was hot on her ear, and his body hovered above her, caging her in even though he carried his weight on his arms. She couldn’t quite hear him over the pounding of her heart and the shit running riot in her head.
There was no air. No hope. No nothing. Sweat poured off her face as she gulped for breath. Her body was giving up, signing off, as all good little ensigns eventually did.
“Breathe, damn it. Breathe. ” The man was in her face, staring down at her, blue eyes shot with concern. “You’re having a panic attack. Do you hear me? It’s a panic attack. You’re safe. Everything’s okay. Now breathe. That’s al you need to do. Just breathe for me. ”
His words unlocked something, flicked a switch in her head. Her airways opened and stale, fetid air rushed in.
The sudden rush of oxygen was magic. She couldn’t get it down fast enough. Her head swam.
“Easy. Easy now, that’s it. ” He stroked her arm, murmuring on and on.
Eventually he stopped too, rolled onto his side.
They lay in silence, him with a leg and an arm thrown over her, holding her down. He needn’t have bothered. Exhaustion had already won the war. She wasn’t going anywhere.
Both of them stared up at the hole in the ceiling as their heartbeats slowed.
CHAPTER THREE
“You weigh a ton,” she said.
Daniel lifted his head off his little ray of sunshine’s chest, ridiculously gratified by the calm, even thumping of her heart, and the steady, measured lift and fall of her ribs. She was alright. Never mind the griping.
His girl was okay, and on some subconscious, unchartable level, that equated to trust. It had to be trust. Or maybe she was just worn out. Oh well. He’d settle for what he could get, for now.
“Hey. ” He held both of her wrists in one hand, and used the other to wipe at the dirty tear tracks on her face, to tuck a strand of oily hair behind an ear more adorable than any ear had a right to be. He was grinning again, and he didn’t bother to fight it. She was every Christmas all at once, tinsel and trees and the whole shebang. Sure, last Christmas had been spent fighting for survival, but this more than made up for it. What a wonderful present. He’d even gotten used to her smell. “How are you feeling?”
“Squished. ”
“Right. Sorry. ” In deference to her future goodwill, he shifted more of his weight off her and onto his side, leaving a leg thrown over her and her hands trapped, for safety’s sake. Thankfully he had gotten his cock under control a while back. “Better?” he asked.
By way of a response, she snorted and stretched her fingers as if she was working out the kinks.
“Did you know it’s Valentine’s Day? And you still haven’t told me your name,” he said.
“It’s Valentine’s?”
“Mm hmm. February fifteen. I’ve been keeping track. ”
“Valentine’s is the fourteenth. ”
“What’s a day between friends? Anyway, we were talking about your name. Which you were going to tel me,” he prompted.
She didn’t even blink.
“Whenever you’re ready. No rush at all. ”
Her focus remained fixed on a point above his head. He didn’t need to look. He knew what she was staring at so wistfully – the gruesome hole in the ceiling. Her own perceived gateway to freedom. That bubble needed bursting. Obviously she’d been holed up in the attic since the shit hit the fan, given the state of her.
He waited while she deliberated.
Daniel sucked in some much-needed oxygen. Why had he held his breath? That was dumb.
Eventually, she blew a strand of hair out of her face, her throat moved, and she gave a bare inch. “Ali. ”
“Hi, Ali. I’m Daniel. ” He smiled, and like the turning of the tide, about an ocean’s worth of tension eased out of him. “Well, I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. ”
She gave a brief bark of laughter, or perhaps a cough. The house was dusty. It made it hard to tell. “Friends don’t hold friends hostage. General y speaking. ”
“Hmm,” he nodded. “Friends also don’t let friends live out their days in a stinking, dark, dusty hole. Or so I’ve heard. ”
She pinned her lips tight and turned her head away, making him feel ten types of asshole. Too bad.
There was a message to be delivered here, and he could not afford to fail. He couldn’t face going back to being alone. Could not do it. Boy didn’t that mess with his whole “man as an island ” theory of a lifetime’s making. “Ali, I know things are scary, but barricading yourself in here alone isn’t the answer. ”
“Real y?” She glared at him. It was a queenly glare. His girl pulled it off with aplomb, no matter the grime. “Living in a dark, stinking hole got me this far. ”
“Granted, but the worst is over. I’m not saying things are a party out there, but they have calmed down. ”
“Are you serious?” she asked, her voice highly skeptical.
“Hear me out. ” Her brow flinched for a moment, but at least he had her attention. Until she craned her neck and frowned at what his finger was up to mid-torso – the torso in question being hers. His digit was drawing circles around the dip of her bellybutton. Endless circles. They both watched his finger go round and round, dawdling over soft skin in a lingering caress.
He could have sworn the thing had a mind of its own.
“Get. Your. Hand. Off. Me. ”
Which, he had to admit, was fair enough. Maybe enough boundaries had been messed with on their first day together.
“Sure, sorry. Didn’t even realize I was … Yeah, never mind. ” He moved the hand back to his leg and let his fingers fidget on safer ground. They wouldn’t stop moving, a sure sign of nerves.
“So. Life outside,” he began. A sore subject, to be sure, but he had to sell it. “You realize situated on the edge of the city is a bad place to be? Inner city is thick with infected, but further out here in the ‘burbs you’re going to cross paths with other survivors. ”
“Oh, you think?”
“Be nice,” he said. “Now, I’m guessing the people left over are going to be a mix of the lucky, like you and me, and the odd bastard handy with a weapon and happy to do what they need to get by. I’m guessing by now food and water are getting scarce for you. You can’t stay hidden, can you? Not if you don’t want to starve. You also know it’s too dangerous to go out on your own. ”
“I’ve done okay. ”
“You need someone to watch your back. Can’t do that on your own. ”
She tucked in her chin and said nothing.
“I’m not saying you didn’t do good getting in here and staying put through the whole meltdown, but it’s time to move on, Ali. I was thinking of heading south-west, find a nice rural area and set myself up, be self-sufficient. ” He would be self-sufficient alright, him and his hand, if she shot him down. More important things were at play here, though, because eventually, she would mess up and be dinner for the hungry horde. The thought made his heart kick over painfully. The infected were growing restless as pickings grew slim, branching out from the thick of the cities.
Soon enough, her little corner of suburbia would be overrun, if her own lack of food and water hadn’t since made her flee.
> “I’ll grow my own fruit and vegetables, use solar panels for power. I was a mechanic, so I’ve got a good basic knowledge of al sorts of things. Sky’s the limit. ” Daniel nodded, pleased with the sound of it. Plausible, warm and friendly.
Please God, he had to have won her over.
Instead she sighed. And it was long, drawn out and mighty fucking irritated. When women sighed like that it never boded well for anyone involved. “We discussed this. ”
“Huh?” He propped himself up on an elbow, bewildered. “No, we didn’t. ”
“Fingers. ” Ali jerked her chin at the hand currently stroking her thigh, toying with the inner seam of her jeans, generally making itself right at home.
“Sorry … my bad. ” He jerked his hand up, then paused. Amongst the dirt and dry stains on her jeans, something caught his attention.
Dread slammed through him. The damage sat directly above her knee, and it was fresh. “You’re bleeding. ”
“I’m fine. ”
“No. You’re not. ” Daniel clenched his teeth and ignored the sick feeling building in his belly. “How did you get it?” When she hesitated a second too long he lost his cool completely, something rumbled in his throat and his voice rose to al new heights. “Now, Ali.
Tell me now. How did you get it?”
“I didn’t get it from one of them, okay? It was a nail or something going under the fence. I’m not infected. Stop yel ing at me,” she growled straight back at him, her gaze fierce. “Asshole. Get off me. ”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. ”
“Oh, thank fuck for that. I’m sorry, but I had to know. ” The minute he lifted his leg up off her, she tried to scurry away, scrambling backward on hands, butt and feet, crab style. The grip he had on her pants didn’t let her get far. “Take them off. That needs seeing to. ”
“It’s just a scratch. ”
“Don’t give me that. You want me to lecture you on how easily infection sets in? How fast?” He scowled, clinging to the raggedy hem of her jeans as if she was his safety blanket. Her gaze flicked to her feet and his followed. One solid kick from those boots of hers and he would be in a world of pain. Important, given how clearly unhappy she appeared to be. “Please … I mean. ”