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â  we canât stay here anymore. â itâs spoken almost bitterly, fingers tucked behind plastic blinds over the window, peeking out into the parking lot before them. finding a small country store that actually had food was a blessing. but he canât get the thought of that small group of men following them. they managed to evade them well enough, but he wants to put more distance between them. not only does he have zee, he has a small boy strapped to his chest. before all of this, he was somewhat absent in the boyâs life ; drugs took everything out of him, he often didnât even realize he had missed days or weeks of his sonâs life. the apocalypse has given him the opportunity to be a father.
   hazel eyes follow a short path, finding her figure where she sits on the floor in the corner. they havenât known each other for too long, but he trusts her. and thatâs not something easily said or given by him.  â  hey, â  heâs more firm in his tone, wanting to gather her attention ; his head falls to look at the child whoâs passed out on his chest, cheek squished, drool soaking into the fabric of his fatherâs shirt. he smooths a hand over his head, running down his back, beginning to walk towards her.  â  you in your own world again? âÂ
