How was it that only five months ago he’d just had dinner with your parents?

“Oh my god— oh my god.” Nolan pants as he rushes through the path towards the RV with you, his eyes shutting tightly when a sharp pain shoots through his ankle.

“Babe- this sucks!” He groans, glancing behind him only to see that the zombies chasing them have somehow multiplied.

When Nolan sees you slow, he winces, chewing the inside of his cheek before plucking you into his arms. Every part of his body is screaming at him to stop- but still, his legs pump against the snow.

A small part wishes that he was back at your house; dealing with your mom wasn’t as bad as this. At least he wasn’t sweating like a fucking pig—

Your arms tighten around him, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he cups the back of your head comfortingly. Nolan kisses the top of your head.

“Almost there.”

When you make it inside, the two of you fall into a heap. Nolan almost smiles— but swears under his breath when he remembers the open door, twisting his body to pull it to a slow close.

“Zombies can’t open doors, right?”