Silence slices through the air like a knife. Wanting to be unbroken, however the air sits on a thin line. If anything is uttered wrongly, it will snap. I hold my breath then exhale my breathing coming out ragged. I rub my cheek, which I got slapped on, for the hundredth time this morning. I can feel a bruise coming on.

My hand pains from the tiny glasses that sticks into it and my feet cramp from lack of movement. I fix them a next way in the vehicle, Chris watches me. He then looks back at his phone.

I look outside yearning to see something different. The sun shines in my eyes blinding me, traitor. I didn't say I wanted to be blind. I wanted to see something different. I huff turning into my seat.

My stomach growls from the lack of food, as the enzymes kick on it's walls. I rub my belly looking to Chris. Our eyes meet.

His face holds the same expression from I told him I needed Stewart. Confuse. I can see his eyes asking me what I mean by that. Stupid. He asks but answers his own question. I know you don't know him so why would you need him. Has stupidity become your bestfriend? Curiosity. He answers but isn't sure. Do you know something I don't? It's all written on his face. He wants to ask, however, he restrains himself. Why?

I look away. Say something, please. I don't want to be the one to break the silence. What if I say something wrong? I run my hand up my face starting from my mouth then down my hair. I pull my hair from it ponytail. I hear a groan beside me, I look over at Chris.

"Still no luck with Cindy?", I ask finally breaking the silence. Chris looks up at me.

"No," he looks out the window, resting his hand on the door.

"Something just had to happen to shit! What does the gods have against me," he groans stepping out the car. I watch him as he throws the phone on the ground and mash it with his feet. He presses his head to the car afterwards. He stands straight running his hand through his hair, then kicking the car tire.

"Useless utterly useless," he yells. Chris turns his back to the car putting his head between his hands, then through his hair. I leave the vehicle walking up to him my footsteps silent. I touch his hands he tenses, then relax. I pull him into me wrapping my hands around his waist, while resting my head on his chest.

"Everything will be okay. They'll find us." I reassure myself and him. He hugs me back. I smile. I don't know if it's the sun or him but I suddenly feel warm. We let go. The temperature drops. Who am I kidding? It's definitely prince charming.

I jam my hands into my back pocket, then take a step back. I look into his eyes: no emotions. He just close himself up whenever he wants. It worries me.

"I'm hungry-" I start but he cut me off.

"Me too and I didn't pack anything. I didn't expect to be trapped in the middle of nowhere bounded by trees and no signal with a useless car," he says in one breath. His hands are jammed I to his front pocket, and he raises an eyebrow. I look to the trees.

"Let see if we can find anything down there then who knows what this place offers" I turn back to him. His eyes seem golden under the sun. What beauty. He smirks as if knowing what I'm saying.

"Nothing I love more than a bit of adventure." He walks to the van taking the keys out then putting his gun in his waist. He opens his door and reaches over from the other side closing my door.

I walk over to the dead bodies that start to smell and check their weapons. I know Christopher needs ammunition, and I need a gun myself. Not that I'm any good with it, just for fun.

I swing the gun around my index finger as I walk to Christopher, who is walking up to me. He takes the gun from my possession.

"It's not a toy," he comments putting the safety on. He hands it back to me as I give him the bullets. The tip of our fingers brush sparking that feeling of warmth again. I pull my hand away quickly, then place the gun in my pocket.

I look up at him as he puts the last bullet in the gun. He aims it at the trees fixing it properly, then tucks it in his gun holder. Darn it! I wish I had one of those my pocket feels heavy.

He looks over to me, eyes trailing down my figure, then back up.

"Race you," he says then run off.

The gun click to my foot as I run down the slope. I ease up holding myself back breaking my fall. My boots kick up dust unto it and I skid before nearly falling. I try to catch up to Chris as he bends the corner. My hair waves behind me traveling with the wind as the sun scores my back. Sweat trickles down the side of my face in small drops. My back crying as the heat provokes it.

"You're not even trying" He runs backwards as he says this to me. A tree appears behind him singing for him to take just a few more steps. Should I warn him? Na. This should be good. A smirk forms on my face as I try to hold back my laughter. He collides with the tree dropping face forward from the attack. His hands holding him up saving his face from the dirt. I burst out in laughter stopping as my hand slaps my knees. I wheeze as I realize Chris had intake some dirt and was just about whipping it from his mouth.

"You know the tree was there and didn't warn me?" He questions turning his head away and spitting dirt. I smile and shrug.

"Probably. Wouldn't want to miss a good show," I say then holler out a laugh. He looks at me scorching my bones, I stick my tongue out; he lungues after me.

I run back where we are coming from before he catches me. I take a new turn and run in the direction we were heading awhile ago. I pass the tree Chris slapped into and a chuckle passes my lips. I run faster as my senses alert me he almost got me.

I turn and make my way through the forest as swiftly as I can, Chris barely catching up. Look who is logging behind now. I turn like Chris did earlier, my back turned towards where I'm running to. I continue to paddle my legs stepping backward, looking back every now and then in case a tree chooses me this time.

"Look who needs to hurry up now, huh," I say, almost out of breath.

"The race is not for the swift but for who endeureth," he comments smirking. Why is he smirking? A tree? I take a glance behind me: none. I turn back around to see him lunging at me his arms just couple centimeters from my arm. Damnit. A distraction.

"Cheater," I cry out.

Turning as he grabs my arm and my body slams into his. My foot collides with his and we fall to the ground rolling down the small slope I didn't spot awhile ago. He holds my face pressed to his chest as we travel, without no end. We finally come to a stop, with my back pressed to the earth as he lays on top of me. 

He lifts my head taking his hand from around it, and placing them at either side of my head. He looks down on my face, his face only centimeters away from mine. Our breath mix as we stare into each other's eyes. This is the closest I've been to him. My insides begin to rise the thumping of my heart beat loud in my ears. I feel his heart against my chest, probably from our roll awhile ago. I breath through my lips as my nose refuse to cooperate.

"Are you okay" he asks. A whisper leave my lips, and to be honest I don't know what I said. My mind isn't really together right now. Thoughts all over the place and feeling incorrect. I blink twice, then pull myself together.

"Yeah," I croak out. He smiles. Not half-heartedly but fully, his two dimples presenting themselves. I smile  too, a feeling of warmth settling at the pit of my stomach downwards. Darn these emotions.

He lifts himself off me brushing of his clothes before stretching his hands out to help me up. I reject it and these feelings lingering at the pit off my stomach.

I try to stand on my own as a pain rips through my ankle. I fall back on the floor with a thud, the bone in my butt is broken, I just know it. I wince. A chuckle leaves Christopher lips, before his face straightness and he looks down at me with worry. I look to my ankle where the pain came from.

"Are you okay," he asks.

"Yeah just help me up" I put my hand out.

"Let me look at it," he insists. I point at my ankle, hiding a smile beneath my frown.

He kneels before me inspecting it. His black hair falling into his face, shinning from the sun's ray. His jaw flexes as he examines my injured ankle. He twists my foot, I wince. He looks towards me his eyes searching my features. I coat my face masking my emotions. He looks back at my ankle, I do too.

He stands, then put his hand under my shoulder and knee. I hold his hand.

"I can stand on my own, I just need your help," I say. He ignores me, still proceeding. I push his arm, slightly.

" I can, really," I repeat looking in his eyes.

He stares at me for a moment, I feel nervous. My teeth find my lips and I bite it without realization, then stop as I realize that's were his eyes settles. His eyes move back up to mine when my teeth release my lip, I tear my eyes away from his.

I feel his arms leave my body and he steps away. Before I can register what he's doing he lifts me by my armpit pulling me up to his chest. My hands greet his his shoulders as my body press into his. I look up into his eyes, feeling his heart beat against my chest. Too close for comfort. I step back on wobbly feet, his hand land to my waist, keeping me steady. My hands fall from his shoulders to his chest. I've passed the boundary, he's just my leader. I take my hands down, however, his hand lingers on my waist. I look up into his eyes, catching a glimpse of desire before it disappears, and so does his hand from my waist. I now stand on wobbly feet trying not to fall, great!

"You can stand but can you walk?", He asks his voce husky. My eyes leave his. I step backwards, almost falling before he catches me by my waist.

"Let me help you and stop being stubborn," his deep voice says as he grips my waist tighter. His voice affects me, no words can be formed. I nod my head. He lifts me up bridal style carrying me.