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“Too much.” He laughed, dropping his own which winds up matching Kol’s, so he drops three more and then flips the last. “But ye don’ want it ta be like that. Who would? I’d wait too.”
“You’re a spaz, then?” He grinned. “No, I don’t. I want it to be as special as they say it is.”
“Connor watches. He’s calculatin’. I get…distracted. Miss shit sometimes. So, he’s not interested. Ye obviously were. So, yer…Ye like jus’ guys, or both?”
“Distracted by what?” He flipped a card. “. . . Both. There was a nurse once. But then she left. There hasn’t been anyone for me. Not in the crazy ward. Not like there couldn’t be. There’s a nympho on the third floor.”
“Not always. He knows shit, but he inn’t righ’ about everthin’ all t'e time. An’ sometimes…sometimes he might be, but I gotta do it fer m'self.” The stack’s snagged, and he huffs. He was so close to winning, too. Damn. “What made y’ change yer mind?”
“How does he know shit you don’t?” Kol tilted his head. “You two are practically inseparable. And disinterest tends to cool things down. He’s not gay.”
“He knows stuff. Smart about people an’ shit.” He hummed, flipping another card. “He’s kinna good-lookin’, aye.”
“Do you always listen to him?” He flipped a high card, taking the stack. “That’s over. Got over him a month ago.”
“Connor says only two of ‘em count.” He shruged, dismissive, and glances over his shoulder as if he could see the man in question. “Really? Jus’ yer type?”
“How come only two of them count? And why does what Connor says matter?” Kol put down another card, smiling. “Something like that. He’s cute.”
“T'ree people. Kissin’ is nice, ye really haven’t?” He smiled, inclining his head as he flipped his own. “E'er wanted ta?”
“Three? Damn, you’re a slut.” He laughed. “Maybe. There’s been a few. Once, that guy in the cell two doors down from ours.”
“Insane people get kissed. ’s t'e only explanation fer half t'e shit out there.” He shrugged, putting down a higher card than Kol and taking up the pile. “I have.”
“Well, you’ve been out there, so I guess you would know.” Kol scowled, putting down another card. “”Who was it?”
"Have ye e'er been kissed?" They're sitting across from one another, cross-legged on Kol's bed with the cards set out between them.
Kol glanced up at Murphy. “Me? Who’d want to kiss someone like me?” he scoffed. “I’m insane. What about you?”
Much Like Suffocating
Words can’t describe the relief he felt when he heard those sharp raps of warning. Murphy was alive. From the looks of it though, he was hurt, and immediately Kol’s heart started racing again. “Was it one of them? That did that to you?” He asked, voice shaking. He still held his gun at the ready, hearing the vague sounds of the dead. “What happened? Where did they come from?”
They’d needed those supplies. Maybe there was a way to fight their way to them, or double back for them. He hesitated on his way to help Murphy. “Where are we going to go?”
“Jus’ a scrape, caught m’self on a shelf all fucked ta hell, it inn’t bad.” He answers distractedly, rucking up his shirt to wipe at the blood and tape the gauze over the wound. “Jus’ don’ wanna be ringin’ t’e dinner bell any more’n I already did.” Makeshift bandage in place, he tucks everything back into the bag and shoulders it, moving to Kol’s side and leaning into him for a moment. It’d been too close and now…now he didn’t even have an answer to the questions.
“We c’n come back fer it later, when t’e dead have forgotten an’ moved on, maybe. Fer now…maybe we try a floor’a t’at office building? Ye know, t’e big one t’at’s all shiny?” He’s sure it has a name, somewhere, but it housed a lot of offices from different corporations so there really wasn’t anything on the building itself and if it had, he hadn’t bothered to pay attention. Too much else going on. “No reason ta swarm an office buildin’, righ?”
Kol slid an arm around Murphy as he leaned into him, taking just these few moments to appreciate that he was there. That he was alive, and not turning into one of them. He forced a smile, nodding. “Sounds like a plan.” He replied, grabbing his bag. “We can go out the side of the school; it’s closer to the office than the back.”
Hopefully there would only be stragglers there. Not a whole herd that could take the two of them down in seconds. That they’d survived this long was a miracle in itself. He swallowed, taking a minute to get himself in the right mindset. “Let’s go.”
Much Like Suffocating
Kol had been waiting alone for hours while Murphy made the run. He hated the waiting. The waiting was the worst, because with each ticking minute, he never knew if the other was on his way back, or on his way to death. So he tried to keep himself busy; made sure all their supplies were ready just in case they had to make a quick getaway, or paced around the empty classroom they were currently holed up in.
He glances up as he hears footsteps, heart racing as it always seemed to be these days. He grabbed his gun and his knife, holding both at the ready as he slid into position beside the door, ready to kill if need be.
Three raps, just quick taps in succession against the wall as he nears the door are all the warning he gives. Any more, any louder, and they’d be up a creek. T he dead are already pressing down on the fence, they know where he went even if they can’t see him any more and their need to get to the closest food source is driving them to chase after the first living thing they’ve probably seen in days at the least so he’s got to be careful and he’s pretty sure those sounds coupled with steady footsteps will be enough that he doesn’t wind up with a blade in his forehead.
“Kol.” He whispers, sharp but quiet as he rounds the corner and goes straight for their supplies. He needs gauze and some tape–wrap’s impractical, best saved for limbs rather than torsos when medical supplies are so limited. “We gotta move. I lost everythin’ an’ we’re about ta lose t’e fence. There were more on t’e street than when I left an’ I couldn’ shake ‘em.”
Words can’t describe the relief he felt when he heard those sharp raps of warning. Murphy was alive. From the looks of it though, he was hurt, and immediately Kol’s heart started racing again. “Was it one of them? That did that to you?” He asked, voice shaking. He still held his gun at the ready, hearing the vague sounds of the dead. “What happened? Where did they come from?”
They’d needed those supplies. Maybe there was a way to fight their way to them, or double back for them. He hesitated on his way to help Murphy. “Where are we going to go?”
