♢♡Evan♡♢

I wake up in the morning with a groan, my back hurts and my neck hurts and my ass hurts. I'm pressed against Jon's chest and I squirm to sit up, his arms falling from my hips to my waist. I blush and slide off of him as his breathing hitches, walking into the connected bathroom. The mirror is shattered but I can see the obnoxious amount of hickeys on my neck and just how messy my hair is.

I yelp when Jon's arms wrap around my waist, I'm looking in a mirror, how did he sneak up on me?! "Want me to turn on the shower for you?" Jon asks, having to crane his neck to kiss mine. "U-Uh, sure?" I squeak, the showers work here? Jon let's go of me and turns on the shower before pulling me into it.

The water is comfortably warm and Jon's fingers are pretty good at everything they do. I giggle when Jon lathers soap into my hair, leaning against his chest. "You really are adorable" Jon purrs, sucking another hickey onto my neck. "H-Hey! My shirt won't cover that!" I complain, but Jon just laughs and pulls me under the water.

"Boo hoo, at least Luke won't hit on you. Get dressed and I'll show you around" Jon hums, kissing up my neck. Not now body, not now. Jon cleans himself off and I find myself staring before he kisses me goodbye and goes to get dressed. I swallow hard and get myself dressed too before Jon is dragging me into the hallway.

"This floor is the top floor, this hospital is five stories. But you can't use the elevators in case-" Alarms begin to blare and Jon's eyes widen. "That happens." Jon runs back to our room and digs through a bag I didn't notice last night, pulling out several knives, a hand gun, and an axe. Why does he have an axe?!

"Get your gun and stay behind me" Jon growls before he books it. I gasp and grab my backpack, chasing after him. "J-Jon!" Suddenly people are running around, someone is screaming, a kid is crying. A walker stumbles out of one of the rooms as I gasp, dropping my bag and grabbing my gun.

I shoot the walker in the forehead and it falls over as the last person runs past me. "ANYONE LEFT?!" I shout, with no reply. I wince for a second as a shot of pain goes up my spine before I grab my bag and run to the staircase. Where's Jon?!

One floor, two floors, three floors- "SOMEONE HELP!" My eyes widen and I burst through the door, seeing Craig on the ground with his hands holding a walker off of him. I shoot the walker but more are coming and Tyler is doing a poor job fighting them off. Craig gasps and jumps up, grabbing Tyler's hand and running past me with a thank you on his lips.

I shoot down four of the walkers, but there's still more and I need to reload. I drop to my knees and yank the ammo out of my bag, cursing as rhe walkers stumble closer. My fingers tremble and the ammo falls out of my hands. A walker falls on top of me and I scream, trying to punch kick and punch it off as more stumble over.

The staircase door flies open and walker on top of me slumps with an axe in it's head. Jon runs up to the three others, stabbing a knife into one's head before kicking another away. He yanks his knife out of the first walker and with a knife in each fist, stabs the other two. I finally manage to shake the walker off of me, shaking and freaking out.

"It's okay Ev, you're alright. Get up, we need to get out of here" Jon says, yanking his axe out of the walker and pulling me to my feet. Jon runs out the door and I look at my hands, covered in blood. I make a whimpery noise and shakily grab my bag and gun, stumbling down the stairs with wide eyes as my heart beats out of my chest.

I step outside of the hospital, squinting in the light. I look around, and I when I don't see anyone, I gulp.