This Is How We End It

Chapter Sixteen

Nick walked down the hall as he'd finished his shower. Everyone in the building felt clean, finally, as they hadn't in the past few weeks. The building was calm as everyone had found their way to their rooms, but some were staying with people that they usually didn't. Shane and Andrea.

 

Shane put his drink down as he looked over at Andrea who was laying on the pull-out couch. She had her eyes closed, tears formed on the outer parts of her eyes. She opened them, and sniffed a bit as she had a runny nose from the crying. She wiped them, but kept her eyes closed. At the touch of her hand, a tear dripped from her eye. Shane slowly walked over to her, and knelt down by her side, face-to-face with her.

He looked into her closed eyelids as they slowly opened. He smiled a bit as he wiped the tear slowly with his thumb. 

"What's the matter?" He asked softly, as she inhaled his breath. It smelled of whiskey.

She sighed as she closed her eyes again. "I'm just..."

"..just?" He asked as she trailed off.

"..scared." She finished, finally, still quiet.

He rose an eyebrow slowly as he looked at her. "Scared?"

She nodded as she stayed silent, grabbing a pillow as she began to hug it tightly.  

"Look, I know you got a lot of guilt..." He started before she cut him off.

She rolled over, not wanting to hear his words. She just needed the alone time at the moment, and silence. She sighed, closing her eyes again. He just nodded at her. 

"Shit, I think I'm drunk." He said as he climbed onto the cot right next to her, curling around her body.

She wiped her eyes again and nodded slowly. "I can tell. Your breath wreaks."

He dug his nose into the crevice of her neck. "Sorry." He said quietly as he could hear her breathing. It was light. 

 

Anthony made his way back to the room as Adam was already in it, sitting on the pullout couch with a book in his hands. Anthony rose an eyebrow as he walked in, seeing his brother with a book.

"Don't you hate reading?" Anthony asked with a small chuckle, throwing the towel to the other side of the room.

Adam nodded with a sigh. "I also hate being bored." He said without looking up from the book.

Anthony walked to the pullout couch, opposite to Adam's.

"Didn't that doctor say something about video games?" Anthony looked over to Adam.

Adam nodded slowly. "The ones he said not to plug in."

"Whatever, I'll just sharpen my knife." He said as he got off the pullout couch, and walked over to his bags. His bags were covered in dirt, definitely stained.

He siffened through them, looking for his knife as he'd put it in there after setting them down.

"Who knew the apocalypse would be so boring?" Adam said as he put the book down after shutting it. 

Anthony chuckled and nodded at his words, finally picking up his knife. He walked back to his bed with the sharpening block he'd packed. He began to run the blade across the block, carefully sharpening it.

"You can't do that somewhere else? I'm gonna sleep." Adam mumbled as he fluffed the pillows. 

Anthony gave him a quick nod. "Yeah, whatever." He said as he slid off the couch, walking to the door and out of it.