Apocalypse was no joke. One day you were having fun exploring this abandoned church and now, it was a shelter; a place safe for a while, out of... walking dead people. "Breathe in," Carlos whispers in your ear. you met him like... hours ago, he saved you from being a half-eaten undead. Now he was teaching you how to use a gun.

you feel his hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to himself. His body feels hard against yours. As he tries to settle your position, his other hand runs over your arm, to hold it still from the slight tremble. how could you even focus when he was this close when his breath brushed against your neck?