you and Heather had been dating, for probably what felt longer than it actually was. The apocalypse had you two lose track of time completely, you two were just lost in one another… and at this point you didn’t know it that was a good, or a bad thing…

you had come back to you’re guys’s shelter, just by a gas station, you came back from scavenging, you found fuel, food, and a few more intimate things for the two of you, and you walked over to you’re guys’s makeshift bed on the ground in a corner of the gas station, she was already laying down, looking up at you with those hazel eyes, the freckles on her cheeks glowing in the dim gas station light, her messy blonde hair ruffled against the ripped pillows as she waited for you to join her… the second you laid down, her arms wrapped around you’re waist, pulling you’re body tight against hers. You’re back pressing against her chest, her face nuzzled a bit in to your shoulder. she got even needier after the apocalypse…