Caught In The Crossfire//A 10k Story

Chapter 38

2 months later.......

Riverside was a flop. It was a mistake going there. I still had nightmares.... so much death happened that night. Someone left the gates open and all it took was one Z. One Z to start a chain reaction of death. Only a few made it out. Only a few escaped, leaving everything that they had built behind.

10k and I travelled with a small group for a while before we decided it was time to move on. That took us to today, stalking towards a small cabin in the hills somewhere in Missouri. "I'll check around back, be careful," 10k whispered, kissing my cheek before making his way around back. He started to not freak out when ever he had to leave me now, which was good considering its just the two of us out here and I couldn't have him worrying about me all the time.

I slowly creep up towards the cabin. It looked quite old, but that could just be the wear and tear of the apocalypse. The dark wooden planks got closer and closer until I was right in front of the porch steps, taking two squeaky steps up and closer yet to the door. The screen door was hanging on one hinge and the peeling brown door behind it stood tall and intact. That would help to protect us if we were staying here the night. Hopefully inside was clear, sleeping on the ground outside or curdled up in a car was really starting to take a physical toll on my back and I could really use somewhere nice to sprawl out.

My hand wraps a little tighter around my machete as I reach out with my gloved hand and knock three times. I had my gun flicked off of safety just encase, although it would be a last resort. When I didn't hear anything I cautiously pull back the screen door and twisted the handle and the door somewhat smoothly. It was thankfully unlocked and I pushed it fully open with my machete raised and ready. I peered into the dark hallway and scanned the darkness for anything, dead or alive. If there was anything dead in here it would mean people nearby, depending on how fresh the kill was, and people weren't always good news.

The air was clean as I swiftly moved down the hallway and turned into the first room, my weapon still ready. Nothing but an old couch and a shattered TV. The room was badly decorated but empty. Next I found my way to the kitchen. Dusted counters, piled dishes and trash.

I checked behind the door, the study connected with a white door and under the dining table before pulling open a cupboard. Jackpot! At least a dozen tin cans sat on the shelf inside. Placing my machete down, I swing my bag around my shoulder and start to gather the cans. Once the shelf was empty I swung my bag back around and looped my arm through the other strap, picked my machete up and walked over to the kitchen door. I stuck my head out and look both ways before whistling a practiced tune.

It was quiet for a minute and I curled my free hand into a fist, my nails digging into my palm. I waited another few seconds and just before I set off down the hallway, a pair of hands grabbed my waist and I heard a loud whistle from behind me. I instantly spun around on my heels, almost plunging my machete forward but stop myself. It was 10k.

"That's not funny! I could've killed you!" I screeched at him and hit his chest with my fist. His deep chuckle echoed through the house and I crossed my arms over my chest, pouting at him. He raised an eyebrow at me and tilted his head like a lost puppy. "I knew you wouldn't hurt me babe," he whispers and pulls me closer to him. I could now feel his hot breath on my face, he was inches away from me and felt a burning passion in the pit of my stomach.

I reached forward and wrapped my arms around his tense neck, rubbing soft circles on the back of his neck with my thumb. I couldn't help myself.

I felt myself leaning forward, slowly at first then all at once I was on his lips and his tongue was dancing with mine perfectly. Pure bliss. His hands cupped my ass and he pulled me off the ground, I quickly wrap my legs around him, resting on his hips. Our lips never left each other as he manoeuvred me across the kitchen, sitting me on top of the kitchen counter next to the sink. His hand rested on my hips as I pressed my self against him.