Avery

I watched from my bed out the open door as Y/N walked slowly to the kitchen. She was indeed a strange one, but somehow she saved me. I would have choked to death on my blood had it not been for her. The pain was getting worse. I'm not sure how much longer I have...

Gingerly I stood up wincing.

"That bad?" Lucas stared at me concerned. I shrugged, walking carefully by him to the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet I searched for anything that might take the edge off. Ibuprofen... yea that should help.

A loud crash came from somewhere in the kitchen. Reminded of the incident a few days prior, I half wanted to run and hide in the attic. Instead my concern for Y/Ns safety was strong.

I forced my aching body to run towards the sound. Finding Y/N shuffling backward on her feet, trying to get away from the gun pointed directly at her. The man's hand was trembling, making the gun shake, and his finger was so close to the trigger.

"Give me the backpack!" The man said in a shaky voice. His lips trembled like he wanted to cry. He clearly didn't want to hurt anyone.

"Y/N!" Lucas cried out coming up beside me. The man swung wide shooting the door frame.

"St-stop! D-don't Move!" He stammered. We both put our hands up, Lucas staring at the spot where the bullet was mere inches from my head. Y/N had managed to get behind me and was holding onto one of my legs like a child. My heart squeezed, knowing she was safer than she was a moment ago.

"What do you want mister?" I asked calmly. He moved the barrel to point directly in my face. His finger hovering dangerously over the trigger still.

"Sh-shut up! G-give me th-the pack!" He stuttered as he barked out what he wanted. I looked down at Y/N, she was terrified.

"Hey... it's okay. Just give him the pack." I whispered. She shook her head no.

"Why not?"

"My mom bought this pack for me."

I exhaled a breath, slowly looking back at the nervous gun man with the receding hairline.

"Why do you want a girls backpack?"

He looked like he was about to have a mental breakdown. Before he charged forward trying to get to Y/N. I braced myself for impact. The gun sounded yet again and the two bodies laid still on the floor.

Lucas had thrown himself in between myself and the man. The guy laid still on top of Lucas.

"Lucas!" Y/N screamed, still grasping my aching leg tightly.

"Can you get this man off me? He smells like old Doritos and aftershave."

I chuckled moving to push the dead man off from Lucas. He sat up with a disgusted look on his face.

"Gross..."

The man's blood covered his shirt. Lucas' face paled close to the color of my skin as he shoved past me to get to the toilet. Y/N stood up and hugged me from behind. I'm not even sure why.

"You okay?" I asked her, she nodded against my back. That's about the time I realized she was crying.

"H-he almost s-shot you..." she cried into my back, I could feel the heat of her breath through my shirt. How could I reassure her?

"You know this virus can't even kill me. I doubt a bullet could." I smirked turning around so that I could return her hug. It's weird how a few hours ago I was shoving her off of me to now hold her close.

"You guys a thing?" Lucas asked with his arms folded across his chest. Y/N carefully moved away from me a slight tint of pink to her cheeks.

"No...she was upset that's all." I responded quickly, sneaking a look at Y/N who was now rummaging through her pack.

He raised his chin, tilting his head.

"Suuuure..."

I rolled my eyes at him, which was painful. Every part of my body was sore. I really needed to take that pain medicine that had fallen into the pooling puddle of blood near the dead guy.

Stepping over Y/N, I went and grabbed some more from the bathroom. Only to turn around and see her staring at me like she had the first time.

Y/N

He is sweet like Suga... and he has the savage/grumpy side down. I don't think he knows who BTS is... But he definitely could cosplay Yoongi if he wanted to.

I need to stop.

He stepped over me to go towards the restroom and I watched him. I didn't notice it before... the way he moved. Avery looked like he was in a great deal of pain. My heart hurt. Did I squeeze him too hard? Just how much pain is he in? Is it the virus?

Oh fiddlesticks he caught me staring again. I grit my teeth.

"Avery are you okay?"

He just stared at me as he collapsed.