".....-at happ-...?"

"...-ook!"

"H-... ake!"

My vision was fading back to black as I tried to open my eyes. My head feeling as if it was about to crack from the pressure applied to it by who-knows-what. I groaned and hissed, my first instinct was to cover my eyes with my hand. I sat up almost immediately, regretting it after a huge pain travelled outwards through my chest, and shot down my left arm. I instantly grabbed my left hand and hissed.

"Don't move too much, it will hurt more if you do..."

I finally opened my eyes, blinking a few times to see the guys positioned in random places in the room. All of their attention was on me as I looked around.

"W-wha-t happ-ppened?"

That was a weird stutter, but to be honest, I didn't really care.

"You almost died, Mini!"

I winced at the loud noise invading my ears, Delirious instantly clamped his mouth shut and looked at me apologetically. I sat up slowly, managing the pain. I looked out the dusty broken window and didn't see any toxic mist.

"After you fainted from blood loss, Tyler carried you back to us and Evan demanded answers. He won't speak, just pacing around the room. When he had enough, he stomped out of the room, all angry, so we waited for you to wake up to give us answers."

Oh, so they only healed me up to get answers out of me. To be honest, I would have expected them to let me die. They don't really care. I must have zoned out for too long because Marcel was snapping his fingers in my face.

"...Mini."

I just looked forward and sighed, but hissed as the pain crawled and tingled my chest. Marcel ran up to me and pulled me into his chest, giving warning looks at anyone who was about to interrupt. I pushed lightly at Marcel and he let go.

"I stayed outside the bunker..... You guys noticed the green mist, right?"

All of them nodded.

"Well, if you would have breathed in that mist, you would have died, or got infected the heavy way."

"Then why didn't you die or get infected?"

Did they forget that I was immune already? I bit my lip.

"I'm an immune, remember?"

Shock filled all of their faces except for Marcel's.

"You all forgot?"

They looked guilty now. 

"Anyway, I stayed out, because with green mist, comes the Hunter."

"DUDE!"

"ARE YOU INSANE?!"

"No, I'm not, I did it for all of you to live. Or rather say, to protect you, because he would not have left until he was dead or killed every one in the area."

"You should go talk to Tyler. Brock has now been trying to get his attention for and hour."

Evan stood up and walked out of the room followed by Delirious. Marcel helped me up despite my protests. I limped towards the door and shakily opened it. I have never actually been inside the actual base, now that I think about it. 

"He's in the room down the hallway, you can't miss it because Brock will probably be standing in fron of it."

"Thanks..."

And sure enough, Brock was leaning against the door, panting slightly. As soon as he saw me, he pulled me into a hug.

"Dude.... I thought you died for a minute."

"They sent me here to get Tyler out."

"Oh..."

He let go and smiled warmly.

"Good luck."

He then left me by myself. I heard random things being thrown around and a sound of glass smashing. I knocked on the door lightly.

"GO AWAY, BROCK!"

"Are you sure about Brock being behind the door?"

I allowed a smirk to tug at the corner of my mouth. All of the sounds stopped and there was just silence, just as I was about to walk away, the door opened and Tyler's head peeked through the crack. His eyes were red and he looked like he had been crying. As soon as he saw me, he flung the door open and pulled me into the room, closing the poor door afterwards. As soon as it was closed, He pulled me into a hug and pain shot up my chest and left arm.

"Ahhh!"

It wasn't that loud, but you could feel the pain in my voice. He instantly pulled away, hugging me lighter, not letting go.

"Uhhh... Tyler?"

He just kept silent and for some reason my face started heating up. This didn't feel like a friendly comforting hug. Nope. Not at all.

"Tyler are you okay?"

He sniffled and pulled away, still keeping his hands on my shoulders. He looked at me.

"No, No I'm not okay Craig.... You almost died and I... I...."

He broke down before he could finish. He sat down on the edge of the bed. I took my time looking around the room. Things were smashed, glass shards lay every where and sheets were thrown around the place. Random trash littered the floor and on the wall there was a love heart painted in blood. What?

I sat down next to Tyler, pulling his head against my chest into a hug that didn't involve me being in pain. I knew Tyler well enough throughout the nights we spent together. I figured he needed comforting when he was the only person in this group, beside Marcel, being a very close friend to me.

Suddenly he pulled away and looked at me, his face was still slightly red and he reached for my arm, carefully and gently lifting my hoodie sleeve up and examining the bandage. David is apparently the doctor of the group. He stroked my arm and then looked at me again. My face was red as fuck and I was looking down. When I looked back up at him, he was smiling lightly at me.

"I-I'm sorry..."

Was all he managed to say before grabbing hold of both my hands as something warm collided with my lips....

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