"I don't trust them," Murphy muttered to you as you walked side-by-side along the dirt path, his glare never left the man in front of him, and his frustration was growing.

You had met up with Murphy during the beginning of the so-called apocalypse being neighbours and all, that and because he got into your jeep just as you were about to leave and never really left. You looked towards him and sighed as his jaw tightened.

"We don't know anything about them, they could be psychos for all we know." His knuckles were turning white from holding the strap on the sniper gun, that was over his shoulder, for so long.

"I know, I don't either. But they said they could get us food, real food, which we haven't had since the first week of this crap fest." He nodded reluctantly in agreement. "And clean clothes, I don't know about you but I'm tired of having my bra showing constantly in a shirt that barely covers anything." He raised his eyebrow which a smirk causing you to hit his arm. "Keep it in your pants, Murphy," you hissed. Now was not the time for him to be a hormonal teenage boy.

"That's not what you said three nights ago when we found that empty house, in fact, I think you wanted them off as quickly as possible." His smirk never left his face. "But I get it, having actual clothes would be nice. The only thing I'm concerned about is whether they're going to make us give up our weapons and ammo in exchange." He made a good point. "I'm not losing this gun, I've only just got it, and I worked damn hard for it as well." He huffed in annoyance.

"Murphy, all you did was kill someone and steal it, it's not like we don't do that every day. What's so special about that one?" You asked as you kept your gaze in front of you.

You weren't sure where you were heading, all you knew was that the man in front of you—with the long dreads that housed blood and guts and a lot of dirt—was taking you to his so-called 'Utopian Society' in which survivors would be able to live peacefully without having to run from the Z's.

"This one allows me to see further than your one."

He had given you his old sniper gun and taught you how to use it, he claimed that you were a pro and almost as good as him, you never really noticed that it didn't have the eyepiece, mainly because you had always been able to see far away and never really needed the help.

"And it looks cool." The newer snipe gun had been spray painted slightly with old logos. "If they try to take it I'm going to place one right between their eyes," he said seriously. "I don't fucking trust these people, we shouldn't have gone along with them." His tone was becoming harsher.

"Don't you trust me?" You asked him as you continued to look forward, your eyes locked on your surroundings just in case something happened.

There was wired fencing along the sides of the dirt path, meaning that the Z's weren't able to get to you, but it also meant you couldn't just escape, especially with the guards surrounding you and Murphy like sharks.

"You know I do, you're the only one I fucking trust." He didn't look at you this time when he said it, but instead around at the other people. "Let's just see what they want, then if they turn out to have lost their damn minds then I say we kill 'em, rob 'em, drop 'em. Sound good?" He asked you quietly.

Your shoulders brushed against each other as his face got closer to yours, however, this was never the norm, you both use to be at each other's throats constantly, you couldn't even remember how that changed.

"Isn't that always the plan?" You smirked at him.

He smirked back before wrapping his arm around your shoulder pulling your body closer to his. It wasn't much longer before you came face to face with an electric gate, they had slowly opened letting Murphy and yourself get a look at the 'Utopian Society', so far it looked safe.

"Welcome to Utopia!" The man leading you yelled and held his arms out like he was Jesus.

Not this again.

Murphy nodded to you, the plan always went a little something like; play along, blend in, act normal, wait for nightfall, attack, kill, rob, drop, run, reload. The man began to hammer on about what it was that they did and that you were more than welcome to stay for as long as you needed.

Murphy was only happy to hear that they weren't going to take your belongings, claiming that it would be unfair to take away something you worked for.

Murphy only wanted to sit down and eat something, you wouldn't really blame him, you felt the same way. Both of you had been given fruits and vegetables and what looked like chicken, neither of you were complaining as you began to eat at one of the tables outside in the sun.

Everything seemed peaceful until Murphy slammed his knife into the table and stood up causing his chair to fall back.

"Quit staring at my girlfriend, you punk bitch," he called to one of the boys sitting at the table in front of yours. You hadn't noticed but one of the younger teens had been staring at your chest without any shame, even when he knew he had been caught. "I'm going to fucking stab your eyes out."

He growled as he walked closer to the kid, his other friend stood up trying to look tough and intimidating with his friend. Murphy wasted no time in throwing the first punch, and the next.

Soon enough, Murphy found himself face to face with one of the utopian members, a hard glare on his face, and disgust in his words. Everyone crowded around them, including yourself. "I hate this goddamn apocalypse, I hate zombies, but most importantly I hate you," he spat out while the utopian man just looked at him.

Murphy was able to take on the two kids without going down, but when one of the older men walked over the leader ran over to them and got them to separate, you walked over to Murphy and stared the two kids down with a glare before the leader told you and Murphy to get cleaned up and that he was sorry for the boy's behaviour.

—

Murphy had been mumbling profanities the entire way to your new room, a hard glare set on his face.

The room wasn't big but it wasn't small either. It had wallpaper that was slowly beginning to peel off and slightly greying carpet to match. The door was in the middle of the room with another door on the opposite side of the wall leading to a bathroom. A window was on the right hand all with ripped, stained curtains. A bed big enough for Murphy and yourself on the left-hand wall with one side table—well, a wooden crate on its side—there was a chest of draws underneath the window and nothing else. You didn't expect much.

"Go to the bathroom, I'll look for a med kit," you said quietly for Murphy to hear, you didn't want him to be mad at you so you tried not to get on his bad side.

He placed his weapons down beside the bed and other items before kicking his shoes off and taking his shirt off, you left the room quickly to find a first aid kit mounted onto a wall in one of the corridors—of what you assumed to be an old hotel or something along those lines—it came off easily, along with some plaster from the wall.

"Fucking pricks think they can stare at my girl and not suffer," you heard Murphy mumble out harshly as you entered the room again and closed the door, locking it behind you—good thing it had a lock, you both needed some private time—you took your shoes off and began walking into the bathroom and saw him sitting on the lid of the toilet without a shirt just glaring at the floor. You placed the med kit on the sink counter and opened it up, most of it hadn't been touched, which was good.

"Babe," you started off quietly, you knew he got into these moods whenever he got angry, he was possessive and protective over you. You sighed as you turned the tap on, barely any water came out of it. "Murphy," you tried to get his attention again but he wasn't responding. "Murphy, please," you tried again, you grabbed some cleaning wipes and stood in front of him. "John," your tone was more serious causing him to look up at you, you never called him by his real name.

"Right, sorry," he mumbled before nodding to you.

You sat down on his lap to get a better angle of his face and slowly began to wipe away some of the blood from his face, his hands rested on your hips and his eyes scanned every inch of your face in concentration. You didn't realise that you bit your lip while you were cleaning him, you were too focused until you saw a smile slowly spread across his face.

"What?" You stopped cleaning his face and looked at him in confusion, his smile grew slightly as he continued to look at you lovingly. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?" You started to touch your face thinking something was on it but Murphy shook his head and just looked at you. "What is it then?" You asked quietly.

"I'm smiling because even during the end of the world, where everything has gone to shit, where everyone's faces are peeling off and going green, you somehow still look like the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on, even with blood, guts and some brain matter on your face."

You could feel a blush coming to your cheeks as you tried to play it off with a small cough, you knew that he could be sweet, but this was different.

"Shut up," you mumbled as you continued to clean his face.

It wasn't long before you had successfully cleaned Murphy and his cuts, you sigh in relief as you threw the remaining wipe in the bin by the sink and smile at him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, his hands still on your hips, gently rubbing the exposed skin. You kissed him back and tangled your hands in his hair. He stood up, with your legs wrapped around his waist, and made his way towards the end before laying you down and leaned over you.

"We won't be leaving this room for a long time." Murphy smirked as he leaned back down and kissed you, his hands slowly running over your body till they tugged at the hem of your barely covering shirt, you tugged it off your body and threw it somewhere to the side before your lips connected with his once more, your hands tangling in his hair, his body pressed to yours. His lips trailed down your neck and began sucking at the skin, biting down slightly to leave a mark. Your hands travelling down his torso towards the button of his jeans, he got the hint and took them off quickly. "You have more clothes on than I do, that's a little unfair don't you think?" He smirked.

"Then make it even," you teased as his hands slowly unbuttoned your jeans and began to slowly slide them down your legs. He knew what he was doing and it was driving you insane, soon he had them off and began peppering kisses along the inside of your legs and up closer to your core, your head tilted back and you heard him chuckle. "You're going to make me suffer, aren't you?" You huffed without looking at him, you heard him hum in agreement before feeling his lips connected with your neck again. It was going to be a very long time before you left the room or the bed.

—

The light from the window had shone in your face causing you to groan and lift your head up, you looked around and saw you were still in the same room with Murphy. Who, had been laying on his back with his arm around you as you had slept with your head on his chest.

You smiled at the memories of the night before and looked up at his sleeping form, he had dark purple marks all over his neck trailing down before stopping and some by his waist, you smirked at those ones. Although your body couldn't have looked much different from his.

"Morning," he mumbled out in a deep croaky voice, his eyes were still closed but you could tell that he was beginning to wake up. "I hope no one was in the room next to ours," he mumbled again causing you to blush. "I had no idea I could make you scream that loud." You could see the smirk forming on his lips as he opened his eyes slightly to look at you. "You look beautiful," he stated quietly as he ran his hand up and down your back gently.

"Do you want to see if the shower works?" You asked as you looked over to the bathroom. "Might have a better water system in the morning, who knows?" You mentioned to him. He nodded in agreement and slowly began to sit up. "Nice back."

You smirked as he turned his head to look at you slightly, he chuckled to himself as he got up and stretched, he had red scratch marks all down his back from the previous night, he held his hand out to you. You grabbed onto his hand as he pulled you up and closer to him.

"Nice ass." He smirked this time as his hands slowly made their way down your back. You rolled your eyes and made your way into the bathroom, you turned the water on and watched as water slowly made its way out before it started working properly and began heating up. "Even from this angle it looks good," he commented as he walked in and joined you into the shower, you turned to face him. "Even better from this one." You rolled your eyes at him again as the water began to run down both of your bodies and you picked up a shower gel bottle—which was almost empty—and put some in your hand.

"Here." You handed him the bottle as you started to rub the shower gel in cleaning off the dirt and grime from your body for the first time in who knows how long.

You let the water wash it away before picking up a shampoo bottle, you couldn't find the conditioner so you would just have to deal with the shampoo, it was better than nothing.

You looked up at him and smiled. "Turn." He did as you said and you began to massage the shampoo into his hair, trying to get it as clean as possible, even when you had to wash it and repeat.

"Your turn, babe," Murphy said as he turned your body around to face away from him while he put some shampoo in your hair and started to wash it for you. "Maybe after I wash this out we can test to see whether shower sex is safe or not?" You laughed at that and tried to move your arm back to hit him. "I'm serious, this is the first time that we've been able to actually spend time—a lot of time—together without worrying about anything, I just want to spend it all with you." He continued to massage the shampoo into your hair before turning you to face him so he could wash it out of your hair.

"Fine, we can test the theory out." You smiled at him as he grinned happily and leaned down to kiss you. "But I swear if we slip we won't do it again, it will just stick to being done on the bed," you muttered causing him to nod in agreement, although you highly doubted that Murphy was going to slip in the shower, the floor had some gel stuff which prevented slipping from happening. "What do you think of this place? Should we stay?" You asked him seriously.

"Maybe, for a little while. It's kinda nice not having to worry, I mean there isn't a way for the Z's to get in, unless they managed to climb over the giant wall made out of concrete, or get past the electric fencing, or somehow dodge bullets from the guards." He made a good point. "Maybe we should stay until we feel that it would be best to leave." You could tell he wanted to say more but it would still be the same answer, you were going to stay for a while.

—

It turns out that that the shower sex you had was very safe, and it became a morning routine whenever you were both up for it. But for now, you had found fitting clothes in the draws in your room. You had new jeans, a new shirt, and a jumper, Murphy had found similar styled clothes but he took the long sleeve shirt.

You had been at the 'Utopian Society' for a couple of months now and everything seemed to be normal, well that was until you found out that the so-called 'leader' had been keeping Z's in the basement.

He told Murphy and yourself that he only did it in case he ever had to restart his society, he claimed that people could go bad and ruin his vision, which apparently was the case right now. He had let the Z's out and somehow escaped leaving you and the others to try and fend for themselves. Of course, you and Murphy had weapons, but not everyone did.

"Murphy, what the hell do we do now?" Your back was pressed against his as you continued to shoot bullets at the oncoming Z's.

You had two guns in your hands and two extra rounds on your pockets. The bullets were being used up quickly, you had to step away from Murphy when the bullets ran out and instead replaced them with a machete. Cutting heads off one by one began to get tiring, blood spattered everywhere and soon some of the survivors had to be killed as they had recently been turned.

"Over there!" Murphy yelled at you as he pointed to the gates, you nodded to him and you both made your way through the hordes of Z's.

Murphy had a smirk on his face as he slashed his machete into a Z's neck, successfully slicing through three Z's in one stroke, in his other hand he had a smaller knife made of out left-over metal and slammed it into the head of one of the boys who had been flirting with you at one stage, the Z dropped to the ground and Murphy ran to catch up with you.

"Is that a fucking jeep?" You asked as you managed to slip out of the gate with Murphy right behind you. "It is a fucking jeep." You grinned as you took off towards it and got into the passenger side with Murphy jumping into the front seat. "And look what they left in the ignition."

You smirked as Murphy turned the key and placed his hands on the wheel. He sped down the dirt path and after ten minutes you managed to get onto a real road, continuing down a long highway.

"North?" He asked you, you looked at him and nodded before reloading bullets into your guns, placing the weapons into your bag and placing it by your feet.

You found out that Z's hated the cold, and made a promise with Murphy to head in that direction one day, not realising that the day would come so soon.

The ride so far had been quiet before Murphy spoke up, "Marry me," he said casually but with a serious tone.

"What?" You thought you had misheard him. "Marry you?" He didn't respond, he only nodded his head. "You're asking me to marry you?" He nodded again, you didn't know what to say at that moment in time.

You knew you had fallen in love with him at some point of your journey together, it had almost been a year since you got together. Although you couldn't imagine spending your time with anyone else, it didn't seem right unless it was Murphy by your side, a smile made its way to your face when you looked at him.

"Yes." You watched as his head looked back from you to the road a couple of times.

"Yes?" He asked slightly shocked, you hummed in agreement and his smile grew. "Yes, alright, um I don't have a ring for you," he mentioned slightly upset. "But I can find one." You didn't need a ring to know you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, no matter how long that may be. "This is perfect," he mumbled quietly to himself.

You couldn't help but agree.