Walking The Dead

Cameron has a rough life, even before the apocalypse. Her family is dead and she only has a few important people in her life now and she can't lose any more. She wants to survive and be happy but she knows she can't have both. When romance sparks, and her sister has an accident, Cameron doesn't think she wants to do it anymore. Can she survive everything that happens?


20. Maybe we should stay

*Carl's POV*

I finished clearing the house with no other surprises, but Cameron still hasn't woken up. I don't know what's happened with her. 

I picked her up and moved her onto the couch in the living room with her head on my lap. I wiped the blood off her face so I could see her face. I stroke her hair, and just stare at her. She's so beautiful, how could I not stare? 


I fell asleep after the first few hours of admiring Cameron, she has a nasty black eye, and a couple of scrapes on her cheek, chin, and forehead. The sun is just beginning to rise, explosions of pink, orange, and red fill the sky. Cameron begins to stir in her sleep. I hope she wakes up, so I can tell her she's beautiful. Her head is still on my lap, and her hair is a mess, but I don't mind. She's still a vision of perfection in my eyes. 

She stirs some more and slowly opens her eyes. 

"What happened?" She croaks.

"I'm not sure, but I think you fainted in the driveway," I replied. 

"Oh, I remember," she sat up in a panic and clutched her face, "oh my god! I have the worst headache right now."

"Well yeah, you fell face down on the concrete driveway," I explained

"That part I don't remember," she held on to her face in pain.

"Where are we?" She asked looking around.

"Um, in a house?" I chuckled, "Don't worry, it's safe."

"I'm not worrying," she started to cry.

"What's wrong?" I began to feel worried.

"This," she whimpered, "this is my house."

I'm not sure if this is a good thing. I could have chosen the house next to it or the one across from it, but no. I had to pick the one that Cameron used to live in.

"I'm so sorry, Cameron. I didn't know," I feel guilty. I brought these tears to her eyes. I made her cry, I never would have thought that I would do that. 

"It's okay," she wiped her tears, "I'm okay." 

But I know she's not okay. She's upset. This probably reminds her of her parents, and her sister, and her whole life before the apocalypse. I want to kiss her, I want to make her feel better. Right now I'll do anything to make her feel better. 

She's still crying and I still feel guilty. I lean in and gently kiss her on the cheek, "I know you're not okay, and that's okay," I whisper. 


*Cameron's POV*

I smile. Why couldn't I find a guy like Carl before the world ended? He's perfect, and he's all mine.

I can feel myself start to blush. I think about how lucky I am that he likes me and that we have this time together. 

"I have an idea!" I start to think, "I'll give you a tour of my house as if I'm introducing you to my family as my boyfriend."

I'm not sure if using the "b" word was crossing the line, but Carl hasn't said anything and he seems to like the idea so I'll just go with it.

"That sounds fun! We can play house too!" He is just like me, we are just like little kids and I love it.

I wipe my tears and off we go.

I grab his hand and we walk to the kitchen, "this is the kitchen, it used to look a lot better. I guess my mom hasn't really been all into cleaning these days," I joke around, it's easier than I thought.

Carl giggles, "hmm and no food in the fridge? Do they want you to starve?" He smirks too

We go around the house looking at all the different rooms and what they used to be, we joke about little things like the cleanliness, the messes, the destruction, and how it looked like other people have been staying here for a bit at a time.

I finish with the tour, and head back to the front room where the big couch is. 

"So? What do you think of my beautiful home?" I say with loads of sarcasm.

"Hmmm, I'd have to say that it's the most lovely home I've ever seen. The holes in the walls are just the cherry on top of perfection," he laughs. 

We plop down on the couch and his arm just goes around me with no hesitation. I look at him and our eyes gaze into eachother's. We both lean in and we kiss so passionately. I don't want to stop. We just keep going. 

I end up laying on top of him and we just stop. 

"Maybe we should stay another night?" I smile.

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