Can you survive in a zombie apocalypse? discussion

Luke walked into the hotel, his mind still racing and reeling from what Cyra had said.

Cyra was already in there sitting on a sofa waiting for Luke. “This is it, my secret layer.” She says with a grin.

Lukes eyes wandered through the hall. "I like it." He told her.

“Knew you would.”she exclaims.”the rooms are on the upper floors and the second floor is full of shops and dining areas.”

"Man, I got to stock up." He whispered to himself. He knew one day, he'd overstay his welcome.

“Your welcome to anything except for my room and what’s in my room.”she says the last part with a bit of threat in her voice. Her stuff was her stuff, no one else’s.

"Jeez, I ain't going to steal your stuff Cyra." He chuckled, walking around to survey the bottom floor.

“I know, I’m just kinda huge on privacy. But any way I can show you around. You know the saying, me casa su casa.” She says with laugh and starts walking forwards the stairs.”the elevator is broken so we have to use the stairs.”

"Haven't you seen like 4 people in the last 5 years?" He chuckled and followed her.

((okay so I'm thinking like super slow burn, and they both feel like the other doesn't have feelings for them, but they do little things to show their affection))

“Actually, only 2, and one of them I had to kill so...”she says the last part awkwardly, and continues up the stairs.

((Yae, I like that idea.))

((kk))

Luke nodded gravely. If anyone knew her pain, it would be him. Killing his parents and sister was the hardest thing he'd ever done.

“Wow, we are really depressing aren’t we.”Cyra says with a chuckle,” come on where almost to the rooms.”

Luke followed her up the stairs to the hallway, where a stretch of doors stood. "I think we've just been dealt a bad hand." He said.

Cyra doesn’t say anything she just walks down the hallway to last door and pushes the door open. “This is my room, you can come in and look, but don’t. Touch. Anything.”

Luke nodded and walked in. He surveyed the layout, his brain taking over and categorizing everything. "I doubt I'll send much time here." He said turning around. "I'm glad you have a safer place. Will you show me to.where I can stay?"

“Sure.” She says and walks out of the room back into the hallway,”Take your pick, you can have any of these rooms.”

Luke walked down the hallway a bit and pushed open a door. He slung off his bag but kept his pistol strapped to his thigh. "Thank you." He said quietly.

Cyra nods and turns back into her room to change and then heads back down to get the duffel bag out of the car.

Luke sat on the bed and scanned the room. This was a something he never even expected. He felt bad that he had gotten angry with Cyra, but he felt that his ideas made sense. He took his shirt and pulled it off, and began switching to a new one. He noticed he had a cut on his side and winced, but it was healthy and he was relieved it wasn't the earlier zombie attack.

“Your bleeding,” Cyra says from his doorway. “It could get infected. Here let me clean it.”

((Sorry I was at school, I’m free now tho))

((no problema, I am still virtual, bleh))

"It's okay." He said hesitantly, startled to see her standing there. He rifled through his bag for antiseptic and a gauze and brought it out.

“Your not going to clean it properly and the it will bug me until I do it right, so here let me.”She walks in and takes the antiseptic and gauze out of his hands. “Take your shirt off.” She says with a smirk.

Luke slides it off, heat rising to his cheeks. They ways she said it made him feel funny inside. He sets it on the bed. Even though he has a nice body ((smirk)) he crosses his arms. "Do it then." He says.

“Ok.” She sits down next to him and puts her hand on is bare chest to move him to the side so she can see the scratch more clearly. “It doesn’t look that deep but it could still get infected.” She takes the antiseptic and a plus it to the scratch then puts the gauze down on it, pushing it in the scratch. “Here hold this here, I still think you might need stitches, I’ll be right back.” She runs off to her room to grab her first aid kit.

Luke's heart races. "Stitches? I don't think it's that deep." He says as she runs out the door. He looks down and it looks deeper than he first thought. He spat a curse.

“I don’t think it was but all that running opened it up more, maybe, who knows I’m not the doctor.” Cyra says as she runs back in holding a needle and thread. “So I have some good news and bad news. Good news is that I can sow, bad news is that I don’t have medical stuff for sowing, so I’m doing it with some good old needle and thread.”

Luke cursed again and then raised his chin. "That's fine." He said reassuringly. He sat in a chair with the wound positioned for Cyra to show.

“Ok, well just, try not to scream.” She says as she lowers herself so she’s at eye level with the wound and brings the needle up and does the first stitch.

Luke let out a little gasp but then stopped. He squeezed his eyes and gripped the chair. "I'm working on it." He managed with a small, meek laugh.

Cyra chuckles and does 2 more stitches. “Come on, you got this, just breathe. It will be over soon, I promise.”

Once Luke had controlled his breathing, he was able to relax. "Thanks Cyra." He whispered. He couldn't have done this himself.

“Your welcome.” She gives him a sweet smile and does the last stitch. “Ok, your all stitched up!”

Luke stood, they didn't feel right at all when he raised his arms. He grabbed his new shirt and slipped it on quickly. "Thank you again." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“How many times are you going to say that.” She laughs. “Come on let’s go eat, we should feast tonight!” She yells the last part with a crazy look in her eyes and starts heading to the ding area.

"Until I am no longer in your debt." He called out as she walked out of the room. He followed quickly behind her. "Where would you even get enough food?" He asked.

Cyra laughs at his remark and heads over to a line of bins on the far side of the dining area. “From right here of course. Take your pick, we have junk food, junk food, and guess what? More junk food!” She opens one of the bins and starts taking out food.

Luke ogles at the food, but quickly wiped the surprise off his face and searches through the bins. He grabs Oreos and doritos and sits at one of the tables.

Cyra comes over to the table luke I sitting at with a bottle of root beer, a bag of bbq chips, and a box of chocolates. “You see, a real feast.”

"A kings." He chuckled, opening the bag and taking a bite.

((imma be gone for a bit, dentists, bleh))

“And queens.” Cyra adds on and takes a swig of her root beer.

((K, good luck))

"Yes of course." He smirked. He took a root beer out of the case and popped it open.

Cyra laughs and grabs a handful of her chips and stuffs them in her mouth. “We really are going to live the life, aren’t we.”

"I guess we are." He preferred the nomad life, but he couldn't pass up this opportunity of food, shelter, and safe people.

“Come on, I want to show you something.” She grabs his arm and and starts walking forwards the stairs.

Luke put his glass down quick and followed as he was pulled along. "Alright." He said.

Cyra drags him all the at to the roof and out to the very edge where the sunset was happening. “When I stay here when I’m traveling I almost always stay up here just so I can watch the sunrise and set.”

Luke looked out over the sunset. This is mesmerizing, he thought. "I would too." He said softly, grinning.

Cyra stands there next to Luke and looks out at the sunset. It’s a mix of pinks and purples with a hint a orange. This is what life is, Cyra thought to herself, it’s beauty, or it’s supposed to be. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it.” She says it like it’s a statement instead of a question.