Zombie Apoc-fur-lypse (Part 2)
We all jumped back as the first 20 zombies slammed into the door. We could tell it wasn't going to hold very long. The zombies continued to claw at the door with relentless determination (or bloodlust). We were startled when the door bent a little and the chains started to stretch, so I picked up John and we kept going deeper into the building. We weren't in as much of a hurry since the zombies would still take a little bit to get through the doors. We ran through the lobby of what, upon interior inspection, was not an office building, but a bank. We went through a door past the location where the bankers would've sat. It was sad, depressed looking place; more so than banks usually are. We went back deeper and actually did find a huge office in front of us with stairs over to the left. "We should probably go up just to be safe," John said. No one had a problem with that so we started up the stairs with me in the back, grunting under John's weight.
He noticed and asked me, "Are you all right? I should be able to walk with some support if you want." I didn't see anything wrong with that, so I put him down and helped him limp up the stairs. It turned out to be a good idea, but I was so distracted with helping John that I didn't notice that Xander and Amy were gone. Finally I looked up and couldn't see them as we came to the top of the stairs. "Splendid," I thought to myself. John looked up too and noticed our friends' absence. "Uh...Where'd they go, Dalavin?" He asked uncertainly. I gave him a worried look..."I'm not sure hon." So we stood there and leaned against the wall until we heard a loud crash distantly downstairs, followed by the sound of hundreds of voices screaming at once.
Our eyes widened in fear and we ventured out into the office on our floor. We looked around for somewhere to hide and spotted a closed off room. We made for it hastily as the sound of zombies started to get louder and closer. We reached the room, opened the door that was thankfully unlocked, rushed inside and slammed the door shut. I locked it quickly and slumped against the wall in relief, taking a few minutes to close my eyes and relax. My eyes shot open at the sound of the zombie horde sprinting by our little room. Thankfully, the one window in the room was closed with blinds over it so we were safe...for the moment. With the zombies taken care of for the moment, I decided to observe our room. We were in a rather large office with...I had to blink a few times before I could believe it. We had a kitchen in the room! Unfortunately we had no toilet but I saw one very close by when I looked through the blinds on our window. As long as we were careful, we would have no problem with that. I also noticed that there was a couch and a coffee machine on a counter.
I finally realized that we were in some sort of break room. There was a chair that appeared nailed to the floor pushed up against another door on the opposite side. I had no idea where that went but I would find out eventually. John was sitting on the couch checking his foot, handling it gently. I winced involuntarily looking at it. It was twisted at a weird angle and little expressions of pain played across John's face as he handled it. I went over and sat my bag down on a table before sitting down next to him and taking hold of his paw. He looked over at me and just kind of stared at me. Not in the creepy way, but in a way where I could almost tell what he felt. Finally he looked away almost sheepishly. "I...I wanted to say thanks for saving me back there. I would've died otherwise." I chuckled at this and put an arm around his waist, pulling him close. I laid my head on his shoulder. "I would give my life for you John. You know that," I said softly to him. I could see his eyes tearing up as I said this. I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You know the song, I'd Come for You by Nickleback?" He nodded. "Well that's our song ok?" He smiled slightly and nodded again, then went back to inspecting his foot. Good; crisis averted. I stood up and went to inspect the chair at the door. Again, it was nailed to the floor with nails going diagonally through the bottom parts of the legs into the floor. I decided to try my luck at it and set my paws on the back of the chair, ready to pull the chair out of the floor. I counted silently to myself. 1...2......3! I strained at the chair with bulging muscles and after about 10 seconds of pulling, it came out quite suddenly, making me fall backwards with the chair in my paws. I set the chair aside and got up. I started towards the door with my sword now drawn. I put one paw on the door handle and my other paw held my sword, ready to stab. I flung the door open and rushed inside. I looked quickly around this new room and, seeing no threats, sheathed my sword. I did however; notice a guitar case leaning against the wall in the corner of the room.
I walked over and opened it and to my pleasure, found a guitar with a kapo and pick sitting neatly on it. I set the kapo aside and grabbing the pick and guitar, picked them up out of the case and took a seat on the floor. I played a few chords and for some reason, it sounded perfectly in tune. Not exactly a rarity among guitars but I was pleased since that meant I wouldn't have to tune it for the moment. I thought of a song to play and began playing "Never Gonna be Alone" by Nickleback. As you can tell, I tend to like Nickleback; partly because I love their songs, and partly because I can play them. I felt the guitar vibrate beneath me as I played and my voice rang softly through the silence. "Time...is going by...so much faster than I..." I sang. I love to sing and lucky for me, I wasn't half bad at it either. There were people who would tell me I had an amazing voice, but I never believed them. I had always been terrible at taking compliments. I continued to play through the song and, caught up in the musical moment, began substituting different chords for the ones that were actually used in the song, which John later said sounded better than the original song (Much to my embarrassment).
I reached the end of the song and as the final note rang out, I heard clapping and, looking up, I noticed John standing there in the door way clapping with a huge smile on his face. I could instantly feel my cheeks turning dark red under my black fur and I looked down and tried to find something to occupy myself with. I finally just settled on fiddling with the strings.
I could hear footsteps and I saw John sitting down next to me out of the corner of my eye. I stopped playing and looked over at him, but I wasn't prepared for the kiss that greeted the turn of my head. I felt his lips touch mine and suddenly it seemed like the world was just melting away, leaving just me and John. I set the guitar aside and slid my arms around him and relished in the happiness of the moment.
See, during a zombie apocalypse, you don't usually get many chances to have a quiet moment. This was our first in a while so I planned to cherish it and milk every second I could out of it. Now this may seem rather cheesy to some but to us, it felt right so we didn't regret anything. Finally with reluctance, our kiss broke and I was left with a fluttery feeling in my stomach and a lightheaded feeling. I finally pieced some of my thoughts together to ask, "So did you fix your foot?" He laughed and said, "Yeah, I fixed it." He lifted his leg and showed me the bandage on his foot, which was back to its normal angle. I sighed with relief. Now we wouldn't be slowed down if we needed to run for it. I leaned back against the wall with one arm around John, holding him close, and thought about what we were going to do. We all carried cooking materials just in case we needed them. I was a decent chef and so was John, but we weren't exactly skilled at it. That was Amy's department but I could survive on what I had. Now that John and I were safe, we needed to think about how we were going to find Amy and Xander, but that could wait until tomorrow. I guess John was way ahead of me because when I looked down to tell him, he was already passed out with his head on my lap. The sight made me smile and I figured that since it didn't look like I was going to be moving any time soon, I settled for letting my head rest on the wall behind me as I faded into the sweet caress of sleep.