Irresistable

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?”

     “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.

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.”

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.

     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. 

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?”