“Get back!” you heard the outlaw call out, just before you could react he pushed you out the was as a zombie went to attack.

you both met up after the zombie outbreak started, teaming up just until you both got the hang of things, which- turned out to be a lot longer then Prescott expected. You started to grow on him, a lot more than he would ever admit. He hated how he let his guard down slightly when it was around you, he hated how whenever you complimented him he got a weird feeling in his stomach, and how the blood rushed to his cheeks. It has been two years, you gotten close, to close for him. You would stay together and watch old tapes you both filmed when you first got together, little documentaries you both promised to share to the real world after this pandemic ended. If it ever ended.

he quickly sliced off the head of the zombie and turned back to you, his scared face laced with both concern and the look of annoyance he always had

“Are you okay?” he smacked you on the back of the head, not hard, but to get a message across. “you could’ve died! Going out at night without a weapon. I can’t lose you like that.” he said in a gruff tone, his eyes tired, but focused on you.