❝You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell, you'll all be doing that.❞
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The End started, walkers overran the world, and you stumbled upon the scourge of the new society; an alpha, a leader, and a monster.
In that single momen...
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The gentle ascent and descent of the warm pillow beneath you was what roused you from your sleep; your heavy lashes blinking through the darkness of the cabin-like car before you registered the sluggish thump of something beneath your fingers, and you looked down, your eyes dilating through the darkness to catch the mound of scarred flesh under your fingers. Accompanied by the warmth was the heavy breath on the back of your neck, warm and cloying, and so very alphan with the power of every contraction, and you stilled, realization dawning on you like a blessing -- or a curse.
Kid's arms were wound around you, one arm lazily slung over your hips while the other pillowed your head, and they were as hot as an open flame as he drew you closer, his nose instinctively nudging against your gland. You froze then, fear striking your heart like a heavy hammer before you tilted your head slightly to catch onto the closed lids of the monster.
How you had gotten here was obvious, but the why eluded you. How could someone like Kid fall asleep knowing full well the potential you had to slit his throat? Was he naive or just that confident?
You shook your head with a humorless huff.
Kid was anything but naive. He knew you didn't have the capacity to kill, and even if you tried, he'd just wake up and disarm you before killing someone as a warning for your disobedience.
The touch of his nose to the back of your neck made you shudder. And broken from your thoughts, you settled back down on the alpha, breathless and tired, and the scrape of his crimson lips against your nape only made it harder to deny the comfort you felt in his presence; as ironic as it was.
But when you'd heard the banging on the gates outside, you knew that this moment of silence wouldn't last long, and that was only confirmed when you heard the alpha's breathing grow progressively deeper; the rise and dip of his broad chest producing a cascade of ripples down your spine. Though, it wasn't until his hand tightened on your hip that you registered the air thickening with heady pheromones, the kind that made you feel drugged, and you shuddered at the thought of what it meant.
A goosebump-inducing growl ripped through the air then, and you glanced up at the alpha, noticing that he was now awake by the reptilian eyes lowered on you; amber orbs dilating through the darkness as they peered over at the curtained windows. There was a lazy smirk on his face, probably from hearing your thundering heartbeat beneath his fingers, but it soon dropped when another succession of bangs brought you to a jolt; a heavy glare on your eyes at the interruption of your sleep when you were already so exhausted from the activities of the past three months.
Kid brought a hand up to his red strands and pushed it aside with a snarl.
"Who the fuck's making all that noise?"
The redhead made a noise of anger as he stood from the bed, his imprint rising from the mattress before you followed after him, only stopping two seconds later when you nearly made the mistake of grabbing hold of his arm.
