living dead girl

The sun made a rare appearance from beyond the thick winter clouds above the small town of Patience. Birds fluttered about in the trees outside your bedroom window, their joyful chirps stirring you from your already restless sleep. You lifted a hand to your face and harshly rubbed your tired eyes. Yawning as you blinked awake, your gaze hit the ceiling fan that quietly spun above your bed. The blades were coated with a thin layer of dust. You hadn’t exactly been up to menial tasks in the past few weeks.

Not since Sam died.

Taking a deep breath, you blindly reached for your phone amongst the thick blankets. It felt like you had been tossing and turning for days. You finally grabbed your phone and mentally braced yourself for the ungodly hour.

7:16. AM.

Good god… I’m gonna die of old age before I manage to sleep again…

You threw your phone back into the bed and let out a frustrated groan. Grabbing the blanket, you rolled over and forcefully squeezed your eyes shut.

Come on, come onnn… What is wrong with you? Sam is gone and you not sleeping isn’t going to help. And you know Asta and Harry would never let anything happen to you. Everything is fine.

You let out a deep breath, your muscles relaxing and your mind starting to settle. The warmth of your blankets paired with the space heater on your nightstand finally began to lull you to sleep.

Until a series of loud bangs rattled your front door.

Your eyes shot open as you sat up. Another series of loud bangs shook your small cabin, your heart starting to race and your chest tightening with fear. What the hell? Your eyes stayed trained on your bedroom door as you blindly searched for your phone yet again. Just as your thumb found the power button, ready to click it rapidly to initiate a call for the police, a faint yell from outside made you freeze.

“(Y/n)..! Are you home, I need you to be home..!”

Was that… Harry? You sat still for a long moment before finally willing yourself to stand. Grabbing your robe from the floor, you hastily threw it on and rushed to the front door. Harry began pounding at it once again, and you had to wait for him to stop to finally open the door. You squinted as the bright light of the morning sun engulfed you. Harry looked panicked, almost frightened, as he stole a quick glance behind him.

“Oh (y/n) thank goodness you are home, I… am in some trouble.”

You rubbed your eyes in an attempt to adjust them to the light, confusion replacing the fear that had been so heavy in your chest.

“Trouble..? What do you mean trouble? Harry, it’s seven in the morning, I-“

“Please! We are running out of time, they will be here soon…”

He looked at you earnestly, something about his expression making you realize this may be more serious than it seemed.

“I need to hide. They only followed me here, they are unaware that you are my friend.”

Your heart fluttered as you mindlessly stepped aside to let him in, a sweet smile pulling at your lips. Harry rushed past you without a second glance. You simply watched him go.

We’re friends..?

Harry began to wander around your cabin, lifting random things and opening random drawers and cabinets. You silently followed him for a moment before the cold floors on your bare feet began to sting.

“Um… Harry?”

The man paused, holding one of your couch cushions. He simply stared at you expectantly. It made you oddly nervous.

“Do I… Uh… Do you got this? Like, do I need to be awake for this?”

He seemed to ponder your question before putting your couch cushion back into place.

“I suppose not. I am simply hiding from the government. You do not need to be involved.”

You opened your mouth to respond, though you were left speechless. Deciding it would take far too much energy to ask questions, you simply nodded and returned to your bedroom. You climbed back into bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin and tucking them around you. Your eyes fell shut, though your thoughts raced faster than ever.

What the hell is going on? Why would the government be after Harry? Is he a criminal? No, there’s no way. He would never. Also, it doesn’t matter. Friends don’t question friends. And Harry is my friend.

A shiver ran the length of your spine.

Harry is my… friend… Oh my god was Asta right? Do I like Harry?!

You gasped and jumped up as your bedroom door burst open. Harry rushed inside and slammed it behind him, momentarily struggling with the lock. He was rambling before you could compose yourself enough to speak.

“They are here, the government is here! They will try anything to get me. I can no longer hide. I must…”

He looked at where you were sitting in your bed. You could practically see the gears in his mind turning.

“Blend in… Yes! I am the husband and…”

Your eyes widened as he began to unbuckle his belt.

“Harry..?”

He practically ripped his shoes and jeans off, pulling his jacket and shirt off along with them as he climbed into the bed. You squealed as his hands found the tie to your robe.

“And you are the wife! And we…”

Your skin burned like hellfire as his large hands skimmed your sides. Something about him had you paralyzed. You could merely stutter as Harry pulled off your top, exposing your chest to the cold morning air. He was momentarily mesmerized at how quickly your nipples hardened and how your face flushed. However, there was no time. He subdued his urge to grope at your tender flesh and instead pushed you flat onto your back. Your eyes were the size of dinner plates as you watched him pull down your sleep shorts. You were completely exposed.

“H-Harry..?”

Your trembling whisper fell on deaf ears as he pulled the blanket over his back and moved to climb on top of you. Your heart stopped at the feeling of his unexpectedly hard cock pressing against your thigh. Harry simply offered you a proud smirk.

“We will have sex. It is the perfect way to blend in! They will never see it coming, they will be like ‘wow that is just a husband and a wife having sex and they are-‘“

The feeling of Harry’s fingers tracing down your thighs seemed to jolt you back to reality.

“No, no, no Harry wait!!”

He immediately froze at your refusal, almost seeming confused. You gripped his wrists with shaking hands, attempting to choose your words carefully as you searched his blue eyes.

“What if… Instead w-we… Maybe just… cuddle? Naked? Then they might think we were… you know… Before they got here..?”

Harry contemplated your idea for a long moment. Your grip on his wrists loosened as he chuckled awkwardly and moved to lay beside you.

“Ha ha! You are so smart and they are so stupid (y/n)!”

He outstretched his arms and gestured for you to come closer. You relaxed and let out a breathy laugh.

“Thanks Harry.”

Hesitating for the slightest second, you crawled into Harry’s arms and let him pull you against him. His skin was hot, almost concerningly so, but it practically beckoned you to get closer. Your limbs entangled together, your head resting against Harry’s chest. His heart thumped erratically against your cheek.

“That is why you are my friend.”

You laid still for a long moment before lifting your head. Harry met your gaze curiously.

“I… I like being your friend, Harry…”

He simply smiled, his lack of response or reaction making you grab his chin sternly.

“No, Harry. I mean I… really like being your friend…”

His eyes widened as your gaze fell to his lips. Your thumb grazed his cheek lazily, and Harry found himself compelled to pull you into a feverish kiss. His hands fell to your waist, making you squeak as he moved to pull you on top of him. Pulling away for just a moment, he rested his forehead against yours and took a ragged breath.

“I… really like being your friend as well, (y/n)…”

You smiled, biting your lip as you glanced towards your bedroom window.

“Ya know…”

You turned back to Harry with a devious smirk, your hands falling to his chest.

“I would really hate for you to… not blend in…”

He shared your glance towards the window before nodding promptly.

“That is a good idea. You are a very smart and loyal human.”

You simply blinked at him.

Human? Is this some weird god complex type thing?

Harry pulled you closer and captured your lips with his once again. This kiss felt slower and more passionate. You found yourself melting into his touch.

Ah what the hell, I can be into it…

~

Lisa sighed as she tossed away the binoculars she was using. David frantically tapped away at his laptop from across the van.

“I’m telling you, this has to be it! That signal is supposed to lead us right to him!”

Lisa shook her head. Her annoyance was about to get the best of her.

“I’m telling you that can’t be him.”

David looked up at her, confused. She scoffed and got up to situate herself back in the driver’s seat of the RV.