Amelia
I'm scanning the entrance to a rundown building with a pair of binoculars I found in the saddlebag. Hybrids walk in and out of a mansion that looks like it belonged to someone rich—before the bomb dropped.
Cuddles munches on my hair while I try to figure out how to get inside the building. The giant lizard wouldn't leave my side at night either. I think he has bonded with me. That, or he was only trying to steal my body heat by pressing himself to my back. The big fellow seems to think he is the size of a tiny dog.
"I think they hunt during nighttime; it would be our biggest chance of infiltrating their home. Hopefully, they are keeping Ryan prisoner at this location," I look over at Blue, who tilts his head at me. "You're sure that he is here?"
The zombie dog nods at me. He seems intelligent enough to understand that barking here isn't a good idea. I think it's funny that my team members are all mutated animals. My male lizard is named Cuddles
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Ryan Even covered in a layer of my coagulated blood, the world is still spinning. Quivering, I raise my eyes from the carcass on the floor into the ruthless front of Marcus. "Eat the meat," Marcus says. "Use it to recover so I can reshoot you." Unwinding on a chair, he gracefully lifts a glass of wine to his lips. Finely-tailored clothes are hugging his body; meanwhile, I resemble a savage with bloodied pants and nothing to cover my upper body. "And if I refuse?" I ask, smirking through the sweat and exhaustion draping over my body like a second skin. "It's not like you can kill me, or I wouldn't still be breathing!" Marcus glares at me. Ache clamps onto my head, prompting me to groan in anguish while keeping my hands locked on my skull. Blood gushing into my ears, and I can feel it trickling down my nose. I fall to my knees, unable to fight the ringing headache. "You're so annoying," Marcus steps into my prison cell, and soon
Amelia "My memories have been back for a while..." Ryan admits. "It was overwhelming at first. Imagine having the memories of a person who is no longer you." "That must be hard." "It is." I'm staring at Ryan, soaking in the sight of his tanned skin and flexing muscles as he tries to make himself comfortable. It seems like it's been forever since I last saw him. Part of me believes this man is a daydream or a cruel hallucination. It wouldn't surprise me. I can't peel my eyes away from him. His abs are almost dancing as he moves, and the fan service forces me to suck the drool back into my mouth. He looks over at me, and my eyes bounce to his blue in the nick of time. At least, that's what I hope they did. However, the curling corner of his mouth is telling me otherwise. Excellent. Just Excellent. He caught me staring. "Does me having my memories back change anything?" I shake my head at him. "No, I don't think so."
RyanI have the weirdest feeling in my stomach. A flutter. Is this truly happening, or am I dreaming? Will I suddenly wake up and realize none of this is real?Amelia is tending to her giant lizard. It reminds me of a dragon with its intense eyes and green scales cladding its muscular body. It's such a formidable creature, yet it's acting like a dog and demanding her attention, head bumping into her palm."Oh, who is a cutie?" Amelia is speaking in a baby voice, which brings a crooked smile to my face.Anyone else would scream at the sight of a gigantic lizard, but not Amelia. She is smiling like a woman looking at their beloved dog. I have to remind myself to find her lizard a suiting collar."This is Cuddles" Amelia smiles widely at me but gasp and lifts her fingers to point at something behind me. Her beautiful eyes turn to the size of saucers. "Uh... Ryan?"My eyes flicker in confusion. "What?"I turn around right in time to get l
AmeliaI've had better days. Blood covers the entire floor, taking my thoughts back to when I was a child and painted a paper with red watercolor. I filled the whole white area with this creamy, bloodshot color. And my father hung the painting on the refrigerator—somehow, Ryan's severed legs reminded me of that.For twisted reasons, I can't stop staring at the blood—I'm too entranced by the richness of the tone."It hurts!" Ryan roars. He tries to punch one of the men but fails due to his impractical state. "Stop doing that! You already took my legs; you don't need my arms as well!"Blue is barking and tries to jump at one hybrid, but a large boot quickly kicks him away. The dog whimpers and lowers its head, tail already between its legs.Great.It seems I have to do everything by myself.My mind turns calculative, and I absorb the scene in silence.Ryan is screaming and trying to hold on to the saddle on top of Lizzi
Amelia During my year away from Ryan, I watched Starwars. I now realize that the room I slept in must have been Ryan's old one and that he was a nerd in his younger years. But the point I'm trying to make is that we look like Tusken raiders right now. Ryan is sleeping while most of his body is covered by a cloth as we travel through the desert on my lizard's back. Sand is blowing into my face, letting me know this path won't be easy. I have to find him human meat, but discomfort shoots through me like a bullet every time I think about him eating another person. Am I a weakling for having hesitation about killing a human so that Ryan can eat their flesh? I kill for survival, but somehow, blowing someone's head off for Ryan to eat feels different. And once he has eaten, am I supposed to leave him again? Ryan said he couldn't be with other people, and that knowledge makes my stomach churn. I had hoped to stay with him and maybe have a baby together, but
I brace myself for impact, thinking the little girl will jump at me. I've never seen a zombie as scary as her. She looks directly taken out of a horror movie with her long hair and bloodshot eyes. The only thing missing is her opening that mouth and sounding like a dolphin. At least, that is how I thought the woman sounded like in The Grudge. "Ryan, do something!" I shout and cover my face with my bent arms, panicking because I can't shoot the zombie girl fast enough with an arrow. I'm toast. "Like what?!" Ryan shouts back at me. The whole situation is so ridiculous that I laugh. My life is in danger, but fuck, why do we always end up in these places? "What the hell do you expect me to do?" "I don't know, shoot her!" Ryan widens his eyes, attempts to reach for a gun but flops down on the ground with flailing arms. He is a leg-less man and lands next to my laughing form, glaring because he can't move. "Stop laughing!" Ryan yells at me,
The following day I wake up in Ryan's arms. We ended up spending the night inside the abandoned mall. The lizards are hurdled together, and Blue is lying on his back with his tongue hanging out.I close my eyes, relishing the feeling of Ryan pressing me to him. The weight of his arm on my waist is reassuring. He mumbles something in his sleep and then digs his head into my neck. His arms move up, crosses over my chest, and I giggle."You're so needy even when you're sleeping..." I tap his arm, smiling when life returns into his tired eyes. I can't see his face, but I can feel his eyelashes fluttering against my skin. It tickles.A yawn erupts from him, and he smacks his lips. "Hi..." He doesn't sound like he wanted to get up just yet. "What is the time?"I snort. "Does it look like I'm wearing a watch?""Right..." Ryan still sounds half-asleep. He yawns again and hugs me to him—I feel like his personal teddy bear. "Could we sleep a bit longer
RyanAmelia is down on her knees while her hands are on my hips, thumbs digging into my v-muscles. Those innocent eyes flicker up to mine, her eyelashes perfectly framing her inexperience."So, what do you say?" I ask darkly.She breathes her reply. "Do I even have a choice?"My lips curl. "Not really."I reach down. Amelia stiffens at my first touch, letting out a shuddering sort of breath as I arrange her how I want her—trapped between me and the wall. Her bent knees clasp, and her head tips back.Her eyes are insecure, and I tilt my head. Dominating her and making her mine is my deep, dark desire, but I can't have her hating me for it. I have to make sure this is okay."Are you afraid?" I ask.Amelia shakes her head but then bites down onto her lower lip, suddenly seeming vulnerable. A hundred fleeting thoughts seem to run through that head of hers."Is there a safe word?" She asks.My lips quirk higher.