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First Encounter

SUMMARY: A short story about how the reader meets Nick. (I guess the title sums it up pretty well, huh?)

PAIRINGS: Nick Clark x reader

WARNINGS: Blood, I think there might be a swear word somewhere.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoy "First Encounter." Your feedback would be super appreciated! :-)

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On a particularly sufferable and humid day, after scrounging thru some houses in a small abandoned town in hopes of finding food, water, or anything that could be of use, you meshed yourself in with the small traveling herd of once-living citizens to make your way towards the next town. This one had nothing left to offer.

Expired blood runs down your forehead, almost into your eyes until you wipe it away. You had discovered that covering yourself in the blood of the walking dead would allow you to blend in with them, greatly decreasing the odds of being bitten. Sure, the stench was near intolerable, but it beat getting torn apart and eaten alive.

You were starting to worry about your own mental health, because you almost enjoyed walking with the dead. Why? It was simple- you never had to run. You moved among them confidently yet with attentive caution.

After a few more blocks you suddenly felt in your gut that there was another living soul nearby. You regarded your surroundings, first checking your peripheral vision for any sign of movement outside of your dozen or so undead traveling companions.

You hoped that if anyone was preparing to obliterate the group of walkers you were among, that they would take notice to you as being a fellow survivor. Even more, you hoped that whoever was out there wouldn't be a threat. Violence reigned supreme in this new world, and you'd had your fair share of experiences concerning the cruelty of desperate people.

You slowed to a hault, allowing the infected to move past you, some of them bumping into you along their way. After guardedly turning 180° you saw him- a man, lathered in the living dead's blood more so than yourself. His eyes were locked on you- a penetrating shade of brown that immediately entranced you. They showed an eagerness and excitement that exuded kindness and friendliness. Your premonition told you he was trustworthy.

He came to a stop when he was about ten feet away from you. You stared in awe at one another, until he finally broke the silence with a simple-

"Hi..." The edges of his lips slowly curled into a beautiful smile, his teeth shining bright in comparison to the crimson blood caked to his face.

Multitudes of thoughts were flooding your mind within mere seconds. The most protruding of them foretold that the man you faced would be the one you lived out the rest of your days with- whether few or many. You instinctively knew just how deeply in love with him you would fall.

This is ridiculous. You never believed in love at first site. What the shit is wrong with me?

"Hi..." you responded with a nervous but inviting voice.

Even with the dead's coagulated blood covering him, he was an extremely handsome stranger, standing a few inches taller than yourself- you'd guess about 6 foot. You were utterly lost in his deep, innocent, doe eyes, and captivated by his smile.

...and that was that. You were his. ❤