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The world had turned upside down and everything you knew had become the past; however, you didn’t care much about that fact.

In a way, you had never really fit into the perfectly imperfect society that existed. You were solitary, sometimes misunderstood and mistreated. When the earth seemed to split open and allow the dead to walk among the living, you felt strong — suddenly, you were no longer the only one who had nowhere to go or didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore.

You witnessed morals being shattered and cast aside by everyone so clearly, with no more shame or guilt for all the cruel actions of humanity. Now everything was clearer.

It wasn’t that you liked it; no, no one would take pleasure in such a situation, certainly, but it was easier — you didn’t have to pretend you knew what you were supposed to do. You could simply walk along roads waiting for chance to decide your fate. And there was something so truthful about that. No social ties, work, studies, or colleagues. It was only the most basic and pure human and animal instinct fighting for the survival of every species.

It was like watching a house on fire being consumed quickly, so quickly you could barely notice the flames spreading to the neighboring houses, leaving you trapped in a circle of fire and smoke that would lead you to the same end as everyone else. It was beautiful.

But things could become complicated so easily, as in the moment you placed your faith in others, the moment your heart began to burn for someone else, when your mind grew clouded and you allowed yourself to be guided by his gentle hands. Nick; he wasn’t a special man — he was, in truth, just a boy, a guy who used to be an addict, now a guy fighting for the life of his family and yours.

It was sweet and harmless in the beginning, like any other feeling.

– What are you doing out here?

You jumped at the boy’s voice, eyes widening as you turned and saw him standing there, leaning against the doorframe of the small entrance. His hair was slightly wet, leaving a trail of water droplets on the wooden floor of the cabin.

– I prefer staying awake at night and sleeping in the morning. – you replied without thinking much, turning your focus back to the dirt road ahead of you.

You heard him hum in agreement, and soon after, his footsteps as he sat beside you on the cold steps. Nick looked at the starry sky, so dark and yet illuminated. Then he looked back at you, licked his lips softly, and said:

– You know what the best part of all this is? – he asked. You looked at him and shook your head. – There’s no more pollution. Now we have a view of the stars everywhere.

You smiled softly. You looked at the sky and saw them shining so beautifully. Free, the way everyone now was. You remembered how you almost never looked at the stars back home — you didn’t have time, or you didn’t give them importance. Now you had all the time in the world to admire all the beautiful things you had never seen before. The thought was pleasant.

– Is it strange that I don’t miss it? How everything used to be, I mean. – your tone was so soft it sounded like a secret being whispered. You watched the expression on Nick’s face.

– Is it strange that I agree? You know, it’s like… – he paused for a moment, eyes unfocused and thoughtful. Then he continued. – It's like I’ve been living this for a long time. I never knew where I was going. And now everyone’s catching up with me.

– I was going to say something similar, but now it’ll sound like I got it from you. – you laughed lightly, which made him smile.

It was easy to be in your presence, he thought; you didn’t demand much from him, or from anyone, really. You were someone easy to understand, at least to him — all you desired was loyalty and understanding. And without even knowing why, Nick felt like he needed to give you that.

Weeks and weeks would pass, and the two of you would find yourselves drawn back to each other like a magnet every time, sitting at the cabin door, feeling the cold breeze crawl along your spines, watching the brightest stars guiding the wandering dead and enjoying the silence when it's dark out. Together.

『••✎••』

The world had ended long before the bite on your arm, but the fever made sure you felt it all over again.

You were propped against the wall of an abandoned gas station, the cracked vinyl of an old booth sticking to your back. Every shallow breath dragged sandpaper through your lungs.

Run gone wrong. A stupid, simple thing—just looking for supplies, but the dead had been thicker than anticipated, a tide of rotting flesh you'd barely waded through before one got too close. Its teeth, surprisingly sharp, had grazed your forearm.

Now the fire had started. It crept up your arm, slow and inexorable as a glacier, leaving trails of numbness in its wake. The world blurred at the edges, the dusty smell of the station mixing with something coppery and sour—your own blood.

The fever dreams came first. Flashes of a better world, before the world had gone quiet. Sunlight on a lake. The stupid jingle of an ice cream truck. Your mom's laugh.

Then he came.

He wasn't there, not really. You knew that. The rational part of your brain, the part not yet cooked by the infection, screamed it. But there he was, leaning against the opposite booth, wearing the same jacket and hoodie he'd worn the last day you saw him. His hair was greased back from his forehead, and he had that familiar, perpetually bored look in his eyes, except for the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"You look like shit." Nick's voice was the same as you remembered. A little rough, a little lazy, but it cut through the fever haze like a knife.

A ragged laugh escaped your throat, turning into a cough that rattled your entire frame. "Thanks, Nick. Always the charmer."

He shrugged, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly. "Just calling it as I see it." He didn't smile, but he didn't look away either. His gaze was steady, pinned on you, and for a terrifying, wonderful second, it felt real. The illusion was so complete you could almost smell the faint trace of smoke and stale coffee that always clung to him.

"You're not here," you whispered, the words barely audible. "You're dead."

"So are you, if you don't do something," he said, pushing himself off the booth. He moved with that familiar, loose-limbed swagger, stopping a few feet away. He looked down at your arm, at the angry, red-streaked bite mark. "Or maybe it's already too late for that."

The wave of grief was so sudden and sharp that it almost eclipsed the pain in your arm. You squeezed your eyes shut, hot tears leaking from the corners. "I'm sorry, Nick. I tried. I tried so hard to keep going after... after you."

"I know," he said, and for the first time, his voice softened. "I know you did."

You felt a phantom touch, a gentle pressure on your shoulder. It wasn't real, just your brain playing tricks, your last desperate grasp at a connection that had been severed long ago. But you leaned into it anyway, a sob breaking free from your chest.

"I’m so sorry," you repeated, the words a raw, broken thing. "For not being there that day. For not stopping you."

"Hey." The phantom touch tightened. "Look at me."

You forced your heavy eyelids open. The room was swimming, but you could still make him out. His face was clearer now, the lines around his eyes more pronounced, the set of his jaw harder. He looked older than the boy you remembered, but then again, so did you.

"What happened then... that's on me," he said, his voice firm. "Nothing you could've done would've changed it. You know that."

You wanted to believe him, and you knew if he were really here, he'd be right. He was too stubborn, too reckless, too... Nick. But the guilt had been a constant companion for years, a heavy blanket you couldn't shrug off, even now, at the very end. It was filled with the millions of "what ifs," of the alternate timelines where you'd managed to talk him down, where he was still here, still annoying you, still making you laugh with some sarcastic comment.

"What's it like?" you asked, changing the topic to ease the pain in both your mind and body. "Being… you know, dead."

Nick's lips twisted into a wry smile. "Quiet. No more infected. No more having to decide between canned beans and dog food for dinner. It's a definite upgrade."

A genuine, albeit weak, smile touched your own lips. "Sounds like paradise."

"Depends on who you ask," he said, moving to sit on the edge of your booth. His weight didn't make the vinyl dip, but you imagined it did. "It's missing a few key things. People, mostly."

Your gaze found his, and in that moment, you almost forgot the truth in your reality again. You could only see the boy you grew up with, the one who'd held your hair back after your first taste of cheap vodka, the one you babysat during his withdrawal, the one you fought with, cried with, and loved more than anyone in the world.

"I miss you."

The words hung in the dusty air, a confession you'd held close to your chest for years.

His expression softened completely, the bored facade crumbling away to reveal the raw, vulnerable boy underneath. He reached out, and for a second, you could feel the warmth of his hand on your cheek. It was the most real thing you'd felt in years.

"I know," he said, his thumb brushing away a tear you didn't realize had fallen. "I miss you too."

You leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed. The pain in your arm was a distant throb now, the fire spreading to your chest, making it hard to breathe. The world was fading, the edges of your vision blurring into a comforting darkness.

"Stay with me?" you whispered, the words a last, desperate plea. "Please, Nicky. Don’t leave me again."

You were the only one who was allowed to call him that. Anyone else would've gotten a glare, a smart-ass remark, or both. But from you, it always earned you a rare, genuine smile. And you got one now, a faint upturn of his lips that reached his eyes, making them crinkle at the corners.

"I never left you," he whispered back, his voice a warm, familiar balm against your frayed nerves. "You just couldn’t see me."

His hand was still on your cheek as you drifted, the last of your strength seeping away. The fire in your veins extinguished, replaced by a profound, all-encompassing cold. The sounds of the outside world—the distant groan of the infected, the whistle of the wind through the broken station door—faded into nothing. The last thing you saw, before the darkness took you completely, was Nick's face, a promise of peace in the middle of a world that had none.

The two guys glanced towards each other before bringing their attention back to Troy, the one on the right with the dark brown hair and almost pitch black eyes snorted and glanced up, spitting towards him. Troy closed his eyes, violently wiping the spit off his face, glaring at the culprit, standing up. The guy smirked at him and Troy narrowed his eyes a bit before punching him in the face. Troy brought his hand back to punch him again when someone had walked into the building.

 Nick closed the door behind him as Troy put his fist down, walking towards him. “Hey.” Troy muttered, standing close to Nick as Nick glared at the two men, barely being able to keep his anger in control.

 “Have they said anything yet?” Nick asked and Troy shook his head, glancing back towards them.

 “No, but don’t worry about it. You won’t like what I’m going to do, so you should just leave. If you see Y/B/N, tell her that I’ll see her later, okay?” Troy asked and Nick nodded his head.

 As Nick turned around to leave, he remembered what Y/N had told him and turned around. “Troy, wait.” He called out and motioned Troy to come back towards him. He leaned in close to him, whispering, “Y/N told me that these two are the ex’s.”

 Troy froze, feeling the anger bubbling inside him as he remembered the story Y/B/N had told them about these assholes. “Interesting.” Troy muttered bitterly, turning back towards them. “Get out of here, Nicky.” He mentioned as Nick nodded, walking out of the building heading back towards his place.

 Troy clasped his hands behind his back, walking in circles around them. “So, what’s your guys’ names?” He asked, looking down at them.

 “I’m Jack and this is Steven.” Jack, the man to his left, told Troy and he nodded, stopping in front of them.

 “So, who’s the leader of this pair?” He asked Jack and he stayed silent. “No answer? Okay, moving on, why were you trying to break in?” Troy asked, becoming a little fed up with them.

 “We needed supplies.” Steven, the one who had spit on Troy, muttered and Jack glared at his friend. “We were running low. We lost a couple of people a while back and they had most the supplies.” Steven lied and Troy clenched his fists behind his back.

 “Interesting. Did you guys ever think about asking? I’m sure we would’ve gave you some, but now? Oh, not now.” Troy teased, giving them a sadistic smile. “See what you guys did… was not very smart, because if it was Jake interrogating you this probably would’ve gone a lot cleaner. Me, however, I like to have a little fun.”

 -

 After a rather eventful night, the sun slowly crept its way over the ranch. Nick and Y/N had slowly begun to wake up, his arm tightly wrapped around her shoulder as he stretched, kissing on her temple slightly.

 “Hey Y/N, we need to get up, the sun’s rising.” Nick said, kissing her temple once more before he felt her shift a bit, pulling herself up.

 “We also need to check on Y/B/N and Troy. Come on.” She smiled, turning to him as she stood reaching her arm out to him, him gladly accepting it and following her out the door. Knocking on the door where Troy had been last, Nick opened it up to find him sitting up straight in his chair, watching the two men that they had brought in. Y/N kept herself hidden behind Nick so that she didn’t have to make eye contact with Jack and Steven, and she was grateful that she hadn’t.

 Troy had done a number on both of the men, both had bloody lips and bruised eyes. Nick nodded his head at Troy when he turned in his seat to get up, standing up in his seat to follow him out, turning back one last time to the two men, “I’ll be back later boys. Behave yourselves.” He laughed, patting Nick on the back and closing the door, locking it behind him.

 The trio made their way over to Y/N and Y/B/N’s room, and as Y/N opened the door to look in, she felt her heart stop. “She’s… she’s not in here.” She muttered, searching everywhere in the small cabin, not finding her anywhere.

 “What do you mean she’s not in there?” Troy asked, the worriness apparent in his voice.

 “Where could she possibly be?” Nick said, running his hands through his hair.

 “I’m not entirely sure, but we need to go look for her, now.” Y/N stated, pushing her way past her two friends, frantically searching for where she was. “I don’t want her doing what I think she may want to do…”

 “What do you mean by that?” Nick and Troy asked in unison.

 “I don’t want her trying to go off and find her way to Jack and Steven. After they both abandoned us, Y/B/N vowed that she would kill them herself and if she wasn’t able to do that, she’d take her own life for the hell they brought on us Just because we’ve made it this far, it doesn’t mean that we haven’t struggled at all. That is why we are here now, but she can’t kill them on her own, not without me; not without all of us.” She sighed, tears welling in her eyes once more.

 Nick and Troy both looked at one another, their eyes widened.

 “Please, come on. We need to go look for her.”

 -

 “Well, that guy sure was a charmer, wasn’t he?” Steven said, spitting up some more blood that had pooled into this mouth. Troy had repeatedly punched him in the mouth for talking back to him, causing some of his teeth to become knocked out.

 “More like a fucking psychopath if you ask me.” Jack spat, not appreciating Steven’s sarcasm in that moment. He tried to open his right eye, but the swelling around his eye had become so bad, he couldn’t do a thing about it.

 “This is the kind of treatment we get, all because we wanted some simple supplies? How thoughtful.” Steven continued, laughing to himself. “Thank fucking God this didn’t happen to us when we left Y/B/N and Y/N, they both were so fucking weak, they probably died that following night after we were gone.”

 “Who knows, I just know that I could care less. Ungrateful bitches, they could never stand a chance.” Jack agreed, also laughing.

 “Well, if we’re going to be stuck here for a while, might as well find out how we can get out of here before that military creep comes back.”

 “Agreed, I just want to manage to steal some shit and get out of here. We don’t need this.”

 “You still got that pocket knife on you in your back pocket?” Steven asked, smiling as Jack nodded his head, “Start cutting yourself out and then help me. When that piece of shit comes back, we attack him.”

 Jack nodded and shifted to lower his fingers into his back pocket, managing to slide it out after a few tries as the slight sound of the knife hitting the tape filled the room. Slowly, Jack managed to get both of his wrists freed, standing up to wipe some of the blood of his face with his shirt, approaching behind Steven to get him untied.

 “Hurry up man, we can’t fuck around with this.”

 -

 Y/N ran frantically around the ranch, asking everyone if they have seen Y/B/N, but they all shook their heads. Tears were streaming down her face as she stood in the middle of the camp, falling to her knees.

 “Hey, c’mon. We’ll find her.” Nick muttered to the crying girl, rubbing his hand on her back. He pressed his forehead to the side of Y/N’s head, whispering ‘it’ll be okay,’ to her. Troy ran a hand through his hair, sighing loudly as he glanced around, trying to think of where she would be.

 Y/N gripped Nick’s arm, hiding her face in his chest as she cried. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to her feet. “Thanks, Nick.” Y/N whispered, glancing up at him and he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, smiling softly.

 “No need to thank me. C’mon.” He muttered, pressing a small kiss to her head. Y/N rested her head against his shoulder, her arm wrapped around his waist. Troy walked in front of them, desperately trying to find the girl who managed to warm his heart.

 Troy stopped when he heard a small whimper, listening closely as he followed the noise. He gasped once he saw Y/B/N curled up by the fire pit that was currently not burning anymore. “Guys! I found her!” Troy yelled out, running towards Y/B/N. He kneeled down in front of her, pressing the back of his hand to her cheek, feeling her skin ice cold.

 “Y/B/N!” Her best friend yelled, tripping slightly as she tumbled to the ground, pushing Troy back a bit, placing both her hands on her cheeks. “Hey, hey, c’mon. Wake up… please.” Y/N cried, tears rapidly sliding down her cheeks.

 “We need to get her inside.” Troy mentioned, pulling Y/N away from her. Y/N cried, sitting on the ground, staring at her best friend as Troy lifted her in his arms, walking towards his place. She got off the ground, following Nick and Troy as she hugged herself, sniffling a bit.

 “Is she going to be okay?” Y/N called out and Troy glanced behind him, nodding his head.

 “She’ll be okay, we just need to get her warmed up.” Troy said, glancing down at Y/B/N, noticing that her lips were slightly blue from how cold the air was last night. Once they reached his room, he kicked his door open and laid her out on his bed, careful to not disturb her.

 “Y/N, Nick, stay with her and start getting her covered up, I have multiple jackets and blankets over there in that dresser. I am going to try and look for some more and maybe some hot soup that we can whip up.” Troy said, taking one last look at Y/B/N before running out of the room, rushing to the kitchen.

 Y/N reached for some warm wool blankets that hung at the end of Troy’s bed while Nick lifted her up to get her under the sheets. “God Y/B/N, why did you have to run back to there?” Y/N whispered, noticing the tear stains shattered down Y/B/N’s face along with her smeared mascara. Nick ran his hand through his hair as he paced the room back and forth. He knew that Y/B/N did not look well, but he tried to not say anything to upset Y/N but instead kept a watch out for Troy.

 -

 Troy rushed through all of the people around the ranch, making his way into the kitchen and finding Madison there, sighing in relief as he found her, almost knocking her over as he bumped into her. “Madison, please, you need to help us out.”

 “Woah, okay. What’s wrong?” She asked, glancing up and seeing Troy nervously rub the back of his neck as he choked on some tears.

 “It’s Y/B/N, I think she’s got hypothermia. She didn’t return to her room last night after those two intruders were caught and slept outside. I-I don’t know what to do.”

 Madison’s eyes went wide, “Take me to her, now. We need to get her into the infirmary if that’s the case.” Troy nodded and rushed out of the kitchen with Madison attached at his hip.

 Back in Troy’s cabin, Y/N couldn’t help but shake again as she placed the blankets over her best friend, all of the anger that she had boiling inside of her running through her once more. Out of all of the places those two could’ve found themselves, it had to be where the we finally felt safe, Y/N thought to herself, rubbing where her friend’s left hand was under the wool blanket gently, gasping at how icy she still was even under the thick material.

 “Nick, this isn’t good. She’s still cold to the touch and she has been under these blankets for a while.” Y/N said, the worriness apparent in her voice.

 Nick came up to where Y/N was sitting on the bed and glanced down at Y/B/N, noticing that her skin had begun to appear more pale than it had previously. He leaned his ear over where her mouth was, noticing that her breathing was very low and rigid. Before he could get a word out to Y/N, Madison and Troy came through the door and rushed to Y/B/N’s side.

 “Shit, is she breathing at all?” Madison asked, repeating the same action that Nick had just done moments before.

 “Barely.” Nick stated, glancing over to Y/N and Troy who both looked at one another, both trying to keep themselves together.

 “We need to get her into the infirmary now. Troy, I need you to carry her. Nick, Y/N, grab all of the blankets that you can find in here. We will also have to have someone go heat up some chicken broth for her to sip on to warm her when she wakes up.” Madison said, throwing the blankets away from Y/B/N’s body for Troy to lean down and carry her out of the room gently to where the infirmary was located. Nick and Y/N followed behind, both carrying the blankets along with them

 Madison motioned over to Troy for which bed to place Y/B/N on and began to remove the previous clothes that she had on into ones that were more warm for her. Troy watched intently as Madison and some of the other ranchers assisting in the infirmary began to hook Y/B/N to some oxygen to help her with her breathing and an IV, wrapping the multiple blankets that were gathered from his room over her one by one and placing Troy’s army jacket over her shoulders, careful to not disturb her too much. He couldn’t help but let some of the stray tears that he felt well up in his eyes. He had gone soft for this girl quickly, but she had been able to fill his heart like no one else had been able to before.

 Nick pulled Y/N close to him, hugging her tightly. Y/N couldn’t help but let some of her tears fall on his shirt; she felt that no matter who hard she tried, the tears would never subside. Nick didn’t mind, he knew that she was hurting and he was going to do all that she could to help her. Before he was able to say anything to her, Jake rushed into the infirmary with Alicia close behind him, both frowning at the sight of Y/B/N.

 “Oh my god...what happened to her?” Jake asked, approaching his brother.

 Troy wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve, glancing down at Y/B/N before focusing his attention on his brother, “We’re thinking she’s got hypothermia...she slept outside last night, guess she lost track of time.”

 Jake could tell by Troy’s tone and the look in his eyes that he cared about her, so he tried his best to comfort him, placing his hand over Troy’s right shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. He sighed before removing his hand and rubbing the back of his neck. “I know that this is such a shitty time, but we need to go check on those guys that tried to break into the ranch last night. We need to keep pressing them for answers, maybe figure out what we can do with them.”

 Troy nodded and turned to look at Madison, “You will keep an eye on her for us, right?”

 “Go on, she’s in good hands.” Madison smiled, adjusting one of the blankets that was placed over Y/B/N’s body.

 Troy nodded and then glanced to Nick, motioning for him to come along. Before Nick could move, Y/N grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

 “Let me come with you.”

 “Y/N-” Nick began before Y/N interrupted him.

 “No, just...I can handle them, okay?”

 Nick nodded at her before turning back to face Troy, Jake, and Alicia, who all nodded in agreement before heading out of the infirmary together. Nick gripped Y/N’s hand tighter as they followed along. Y/N knew that she was going to be face to face with Jack and Steven once again, but she knew she needed to do this; she needed to face them once and for all.

 Y/N’s hand gripped Nick’s as they walked towards the building Jack and Steven were held in, feeling her heart pound against her chest. Nick glanced down at the girl, frowning slightly at the nervous state she’s in, feeling her hand shake in his. He brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a small kiss to it as she looked up at him.

 “Just stay behind me, okay?” He asked her and she nodded her head, linking her arm with his as Troy opened the door. The four of them walked in, Y/N’s breath hitching as she saw Jack, memories of them playing through her head.

 “Oh look, the psycho brought friends.” Jack muttered, not seeing Y/N yet as she stood behind Nick, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand. “Here to torture us some more?” He asked, a smirk on his lips as Troy laughed slightly.

 “If you don’t answer the questions… maybe. I’m starting to think you actually like it, Jack.” Troy muttered, crouching down in front of him slightly.

 Y/N moved to her left slightly, trying to get a better view of them as her eyes connected with Jack’s. The anger began to boil in her, thinking about when him and his asshole friend left her and Y/B/N for dead.

 “You son of a bitch.” She muttered angrily, starting to walk towards him as Nick wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her back. “Nick let me go.” Y/N growled, glaring at her shitty ex-boyfriend as his lips parted in shock.

 “Wow, Y/N. I’m surprised you’re actually alive. Aren’t you going to tell your friends to free us? C’mon Y/N, baby.” Jack muttered softly and Nick stepped forward as Alicia grabbed Y/N. Nick stared down at Jack with a glare, he licked his lips a bit.

 “Do me a favor, say her name again.” Nick growled, narrowing his eyes at him. Jack laughed maniacally, shaking his head.

 “What you got a little crush on, Y/N?” Jack asked, smirking as Nick stood up. “Yeah that’s right. You won’t do anything.” He muttered and Nick closed his eyes for a second as his back was facing Jack. Nick quickly turned around, punching Jack in the face, knocking him off the chair, noticing the cut rope. Nick climbed on top of him, continuing to punch his face.

 “Nick! Nick stop!” Y/N yelled, getting out of Alicia’s grip, running over to them. Troy helped get Nick off of the beaten up man, her hands gripping his arms as Nick glanced up at her. “Stop. He’s not worth it.” She whispered and Nick stood up, his arm wrapping around her waist, leading her away from Jack.

 “Really Y/N,” Jack started, everyone glancing towards him as Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together. “You picked this guy over me. I mean, he’s no where near good looking as I am.” He muttered, wiping the blood off his nose. Nick went towards him again, Y/N stopping him as she continued forward.

 Y/N crouched, narrowing her eyes at this asshole as she laughed. “You really believe I’d forgive you for what you did? What the two of you did? You left us for dead, with nothing.” She growled, her eyes darkening with anger.

 “That’s not true.” He tried to lied and Y/N slapped him across the face. Jack’s eyes widened, holding his hand to his cheek.

 “Stop lying. You two know exactly what you did. Also, Nick’s not an asshole like you.” She muttered, standing back up, walking towards Nick. Jack growled slightly, slowly slipping the knife out from his pocket.

 He got up quickly, quickly walking towards Y/N with the knife in his hand. “Just fucking die, bitch.” Jack growled, raising the knife up. Nick pulled out his brass knuckles knife, stabbing Jack in the chest before his blade could come close to the girl he cared about.

 “Wrong move, buddy.” Nick muttered darkly, pulling the knife out of his chest as Jack fell to the floor, coughing up blood. Steven gasped, yelling loudly as he ran towards us.

 “You’re going to pay for this.” Steven told them, reaching for Jack’s knife. A gunshot went off, making Y/N jump as she gripped Nick’s shirt. Steven’s breath hitched, his chest beginning to bleed as he fell to the ground next to Jack, gasping for air.

 Y/N glanced towards Troy as he held his gun, the smoke coming out of the barrel. He glared at the two dying men, kneeling next to them. “I wonder how long it’ll take for you to turn. That was for putting Y/B/N and her best friend in danger.” Troy muttered lowly, laughing a bit as he stood back up.

 “Troy, we have to put them down.” Jake tried to reason and Troy shook his head. “Troy!”

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