We both were woken by the howling of a dingo. I checked the clock. 1:30am. Kyle's strong arms still wrapped around me.
"It's ok. Just a dingo." He said.
"I know what it was. I'm Australian." I replied smartly.
He chuckled quietly and kissed my forehead.
I smiled and looked up at him.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"Nothing." He smiled back.
My eyes began to feel heavy again and I slowly drifted back to sleep. Deep sleep.
I loved being asleep. I forget everything that happened that day. I forget that we're in the middle of an apocalypse. For eight or so hours I'm free. Nothing to stop me and nothing holding me back.
"Bethany! Get up!"
I was woken by Kyle's booming voice which was followed by four ringing gunshots.
Quicker than ever before, I leapt off the couch and grabbed my gun which was leaning up against the fireplace.
I ran outside towards Kyle. But I couldn't see him.
"Kyle!" I yelled.
I heard a faint groan near the letterbox, then a figure stood up and hobbled towards me. Female.
"Drop your weapon!" I yelled and pointed my gun at her.
"Please! Don't shoot! I'm wounded." She said.
As the woman grew closer, something about her seemed familiar. Her facial features... Her dark hair and bright smiling eyes. Mum.
"Mum!" I sobbed.
I fell to the ground in a heap. My hands covering my face and my head spinning as my brain tried to wrap my head around what's happening.
I felt her arms wrap around me.
"Oh my baby. Are you ok? Where have you been? Are you hurt? Who's been taking care of you?" All these questions. I didn't want to answer but I had to. Mums know everything.
"I'm fine. I ran away from the army to find you and dad. No, I'm not hurt. Kyle has been... Where's Kyle?" I started but stopped when I couldn't see him.
"Kyle... Oh sweetie. I'm sorry." She said looking down.
"No!" I screamed as I followed mum's pointed finger out to a motionless body.
There he was. His dark hair in his face and his brown eyes staring up. Blood all over his hands.
I bent dow next to him. My tears dripping on his dark skin.
"Kyle. Please wake up." I repeated.
"Beth he's gone. He's not coming back." Mum said as she placed a cold boney hand on my shoulder.
"Did you do this?" I asked not daring to look at her.
"He was coming at me with his gun. I had no choice. I had to protect myself."
"How could you? Maybe yell something to make him stop? Ever think of that?" I yelled and shook her hand off.
Kyle's eyes fluttered, his chest began to move up and down.
"Kyle?" I whispered.
He was... Perfectly fine?
"Beth move! She's one of them!" Kyle yelled.
"Stop! No she's not. That's my mother!" I yelled and grabbed his gun from him.
"You have to listen to me. Put these on." He said and placed what looked like sunglasses on my face.
"She's grey." I said.
"They are heat sensitive glasses. Now look at me. I'm all sorts of colours aren't I?"
I nodded. He was right. Mum had been infected.
"Mum? Where's dad?"
"Oh he's safe."
"Did you kill him?"
My cheeks were soaked.
"You had no choice." Kyle said and took the gun.
I stood still staring at my mothers infected and blood stained body.
"Come here." Kyle said as he moved closer.
I turned to face him and buried my face into his chest and cried.
"I killed my own mother. She's dead. I killed her." I cried.
"She was infected. You had no choice."
"But thats my mum." I said looking up at his face.
"I know. I know. Let's go inside."
I nodded, grabbed the guns and squeezed my eyes shut as I walked past the body.
"I don't know if I'm angry or sad..." I said as I sat on the dining table.
"That's understandable." He said and placed his hand on my thigh, using his thumb and rubbing lightly.
I looked at his hand and back up to his face.
"What are you doing?" I questioned.
"Nothing at the moment..." He whispered.
"Why are you whispering?"
"We can't let our secret out."
"What secret?" I asked giving Kyle a strange look.
"Shh. Follow me."
He took my hand and lead me upstairs to a bedroom.
Quickly, I pulled my hand away from his grip and stood in the doorway as he continued towards the middle of the room. He turned around and beckoned me to him.
I shook my head.
Then, one by one, each layer of clothing began to hit the ground.
I began to get turned on. His tanned toned body just meters away from me. My knees began to feel weak and my heart began to race. What was happening?
"I know you want to..." He smiled cheekily.
I groaned and walked towards him. I had no idea what to do... My legs continued to walk as my brain turned to mush.
I stopped. Kyle's hand moved up to my breasts and unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it on the floor.
He then whispered something... I didn't quite catch it, but he turned away.
I finished taking my clothes off, leaving my pink bra and black underwear on.
I walked over to the tall figure and snaked my arms around his waist, moving my hand over his abs and up to his chest.
I had never felt like this before. It's like someone was taking over my body. I didn't know if this was normal... If we proceed, this will be my first.
Ha. That kinda funny. You hear girls at school saying "I lost mine at a party to Cameron." Or "I lost mine to Jonah, in his car."
Well.... I could be having sex during an apocalypse.
I walked over to the bed, looking back a little to see if he was following.
"You coming?" I asked.
I got no reply. Just muscular arms around my waist.
I sat on the end of the bed and looked straining Kyle's brown eyes, before realising my eyes were moving down his body.
*Use your imaginations as to what happens next*
I would give more detail, but I am an awkward person so the extra details would be so cringy.