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𝑿𝑿𝑽. OF GHOSTS

𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗦
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE!

〔 Season two, episode eight 〕

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑺 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑪, it was midday now judging by the sun. Cassandra's feet were aching, sweat and blood clung to her skin from travelling through the heat

Dehydration was what she was most worried about as her feet dragged across the road. Seeing abandoned cars ahead of herself she glanced at Nick, hearing the groans of the dead — yet it didn't faze her, she had realised how immune she was to them while covered in there blood like Nick — though being up close and personal with them still scared her

Nick searched the car, noticing a trapped infected the car, holding his hand out, his fingers touched its outstretched hand. Cassandra eyes switched worriedly between the one approaching and the one Nick was...playing with. Its snarls grew louder as Nick made contact

"Nick," Cassandra warned,

She watched as he opened the door, avoiding the undead as he tried to search through the car it tried to reach for him which meant the smell of the blood was waring off which meant she was covered in blood for nothing

Nick pulled out a bottle of water, which was pretty much empty, sighing. He held it out to Cassandra, and she shook her head. She wasn't going to take the only water

"Drink it," he told her, smiling slightly as she took it out of his hand. As she brought the bottle to her lips, Nick went back to searching the car, finding a radio

Cassandra's watched as he fiddled with it.

In the distance Cassandra could hear a vehicle approaching, looking up and towards the undead that was approaching she saw a vehicle, quickly tugging at Nicks up she pulled him down and behind the car — her hand kept a tight grip on his arm — as she stared at him worriedly

She kept her head down and hidden, hearing male voices, speaking in Spanish

Nick poked his head out, watching as three men jumped out of the vehicle, killing the infected. He watched them closely. They didn't look like the type of people that would be approachable — his gaze switched to Cassandra's feeling her grip on his arm. He noticed her expression was a mix of fear and worry

Nick watched as they approached a car that was left on the highway, both Nick and Cass made out certain words but one they clearly understood was alive, the man in the car was alive so as Nick watched the leader of the three men, stab the man. He knew they were in trouble

Cassandra heard the impact. She let out soft gasp quickly, covering her mouth once she realised what she had done, and at the same time, the radio Nick was playing with made a loud noise

Nick gave Cassandra a look before quickly pulling at her arm and pushing her arm in front of himself

"Run," he told her, making sure she was in front as he heard a gunshot go off once the men spotted them, run and don't look back, he thought

The two of them continued to run, heading through fields of long grass, the men close behind them shouting in Spanish and firing guns at them. The two of them ran in a panic, Cassandra struggled to keep up as Nick overtook her. She struggled to breathe

Nick turned around, noticing her struggle he grabbed her hand, pulling her along. She had always struggled with her breathing, when in a panic or running

After a few more minutes, the shouting disappeared, and the two of them reached a clearing. Nick dropped her hand as he bent over tyring to catch his breath, Cassandra tried to catch her breath but she was struggling which left her in coughing fits, tears welled up in her eyes as she continued to struggle

She paced around, trying to catch her breath.

Nick noticed her struggling, grabbing her forearms, and he turned her to face him. She stared up at him, and Nick grabbed her hand, placing it on his chest

"Breath, come on," he whispered, taking his own hand and placing it across where her heart was, Cassandra smiled weakly at the familiar gesture

She leant her forehead against his as she tried to steady her breathing, her hand placed firmly against Nicks chest she could feel his muscles under the shirt but the most important thing she could feel his heartbeat and his breathing, she matched her breathing to his, it helped calm it down, knowing the pace it should be going

A few more hours of walking, Cassandra laid on the grass ignoring everything around her as she listened to Nick struggling to try and eat a cactus, glancing up at the sun she let it blind her for a moment, a moment she wished she was somewhere else

𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥, 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 — 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰.