You and Maggie had liked each other for a while now, but never said anything about it to each other. You were on a scavenge, when a Walker toppled over you, your knife fell out of your hand.

You were on the ground, it was an inch from taking a bite from your neck when Maggie killed it.

She threw the walker to the side, to lean over you and check your skin for a bite. “Are you hurt?” She asked.

You just stared, then in a quick moment you pulled her down and pressed your lips to hers.