It's been a few days since I started living with Tasha. He was a rather strange man, I'd come to notice, but I appreciated his company. He had some quirky habits that I was still getting accustomed to. For one, he had an odd habit of covering the living room mirror before he went to sleep on the couch (there was only one bedroom in the house which I occupied). I thought that was really weird because, I mean, he can't even see himself in the mirror so why! He also bites his bottom lip a lot which I kind of find a bit attractive. I don't know why, but I do. I tend to ignore those thoughts when they enter my head though. I learned that he likes cooking and when he could see–I never learned how he went blind though–he liked to read. In turn, I told him that I also liked to read and that I really liked the guitar and that I was planning on learning how to play once all this apocalypse crap was over with.
I heard a clatter come from over in the kitchen and I quickly made my way over to check the source. I immediately thought that it would be a Mosser, but I knew that would be almost impossible because of all of the traps that I had set up around the house. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that it was merely Tasha whom had dropped a bowl while putting away the dishes from the lunch we had earlier today. Apparently he heard me because he turns around to face me and my grassy green eyes meet his stormy grey ones.
And once again I was in awe at his beauty. He is a man, I know, but he didn't give off the "handsome male" type of aura. His was more of a "hey, I'm a man, but you're still allowed to find me cute" kind of vibe. His shoulder-long raven black hair was soft and I longed to have it between my fingers, and whenever I locked eyes with him, I felt like I would be engulfed by a raging storm. I was rather shocked when I heard that he had been in the military because his body didn't look all that suited for war, but I decided that I shouldn't underestimate him.
"Sion, is that you?" His silky voice pulled me from my ogling.
"Oh, yes, it's me. Sorry. Do you need help with the dishes?" I ask.
Tasha shakes his head before saying, "No, it's fine. I'm almost done anyways."
Before I can reply, a bell that was attached to one of the many traps outside begins to violently ring. I whipped my head around, running towards the window. I look outside, shocked by the view before me. A Mosser had managed to make it through the traps. I've lived here for a few months now and no Mosser has been able to do that before. A single Mosser might not have scared me before, but this was another story. The problem with this situation was the position that this house was in.
It was smack dab in the middle of the town, meaning that the roads were littered with many more Mossers, waiting to get a taste of us if we were to go out and kill the Mosser on the lawn. Besides the Mosser that had gotten passed the traps, there were approximately twenty more scattered on the streets beyond the lawn. If Tasha or I were to go out and make any sort of noise, we would most definitely be mobbed by the horde. But if we did nothing to the incoming Mosser, it would most likely try to find its own way into the house, which would also probably entice the other Mossers. We were stuck.
"Sion? What's the matter?"
Tasha's voice shocks me from my thoughts and I stop walking. I hadn't even realized that I was pacing and tugging on my chocolate locks. I look at Tasha and inform him of the situation. He looks concerned and a bit of frustration shows on his face. He doesn't know what to do either.
"The longer we wait here, contemplating what to do, the closer that Mosser gets to us," I say, definitely more than just a bit frustrated.
Tasha nods then suddenly his head jerks up. He seemed to have an idea.
"Does this house have a garage?" he asks, looking rather hopeful.
I think for a moment then reply, "Yes, I believe so. Why?"
"Is there a car in the garage?"
"My uncle was a car collector so yes, I would think so. Why….?" I trail off, suddenly realizing what Tasha's idea was. I smirk and continue, "I like how your brain works, Tasha."
I don't know if he knew I was smiling or not, but nonetheless, he warmly smiles at me. My heart skips a beat, but before I have time to dwell on it, a loud banging sounds from the front door. The Mosser must've arrived. I turn to Tasha and grab his hand, starting to walk towards the living room. I quickly grab all of the supplies that are within my reach–the shotgun with some ammo, a first aid kit, and a knife–and stuff them into my dark green backpack. I notice that Tasha grabbed some of our canned foods as I drag him behind me, quickly walking to the garage. As we walk further away from the front entrance, I can faintly hear more banging join the first Mosser's pounding. Entering the garage, I see a black truck and I inwardly fistpump the air.
"Is there a car?" Tasha asks from behind me.
"No, better. It's a truck. Let's just hope that my dear ol' uncle left his keys inside."
I drag Tasha to the passenger side and try to open the door. Luckily, it opens easily and I guide Tasha into the truck. After shutting the door, I steel myself for the hardest part of this mission; opening the garage door then running back to the truck without being eaten alive. I open the driver's side of the car, readying it for me then I go to the wall, looking for the button that opens the door. Somewhere from the front of the house, I hear a faint crash, forcing me to work quicker. A moment later, I find the button and quickly press it. I look towards the garage door, watching it go upwards for a moment before I see the crowd of Mossers congregating outside. I immediately ran back to the truck, hopping into the driver's side and shutting the door. I look around the compartments in the car, but I find no key.
"Crap!" I yell. I heard another crash from somewhere in the house and I slam my fist against the steering wheel.
"What's wrong now?" I hear Tasha ask.
"I can't find the keys…" I say, feeling defeated.
"Oh, the keys," he replies, pulling something from his pocket. "I found these in the back seat."
I look at Tasha like he was my fucking guardian angel. I almost feel the need to kiss his entire face, but then I hear the crashes from the house get louder and the garage door opens all the way. I quickly grab the keys and turn the truck on. The sound of the engine truly is a welcomed noise.