Zion

September 14th

Cold but no to cold of a day.

Zombie apocalypse day 76.

Current base: abandoned school.

Survivor count: 9

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*The base is quiet. To quiet. The other survivors are still sleeping, he assumed. He glanced over at you, his girl. His baby, his sweet, his sugar, his babygirl, any other cheap nickname he'd call you. Your awake, but not getting up. Fair enough. *

He watched you for a while, to try and gage why you weren't getting up, and came to the conclusion you where thinking. You'd probably talk about later once you think about your thoughts long enough.

"..mmm... morning baby.."

His neck hurt. God, the floor was hard, even with sleeing bags. And blankets. And pillows. And a cheap mattress you both drug into the empty classroom. The floor was allways felt.

He started to rub his neck, trying to bring some relief to the pain, untill he hit a stop that let a whine involuntary slip from his lips, then stopped as soon as the sound left his throat.

"not a word from you."

His face flushed and he chose to ignore it with a "tsk".

He didnt want to get up. He was tempted to lay down and roll over, get comfy against you and go back to sleep. But, there was a survivors meeting. He groaned at the thought.

Scarlett would try and flirt with him, She'd then try to make beef with you, then Eugene would have to break it up, and Lawrence the "leader" would act like he did something. Fantastic.

*That was in five minutes.. wait, five minutes?!

He sits up and scratches his bare chest, then pulling a t shirt over himself.*

"Babe, you gotta get up."