Thread: What Do You Fear? [randomname98766789 and Amaranthine]

Fuck Thankfully, the wound wasnt deep. Shirtless, the 18-year-old Bryce Kemp looked at himself in the mirror. The adrenaline had long worn off now. Alicia was safe even though they lost the supplies. The rogue soldiers intended to take Alicia as their captive, to do unspeakable things to her. Seeing his best friend in trouble, Bryce acted quickly. Combined with his fire and Alicias grit, they fought off the soldiers. Bryce was left with a knife stuck into his left shoulder. Liza had been able to tend to his wound before she succumbed to her fate. Bryce was out of the woods he was not going to die and the wound was superficial. It just hurt like hell. With white gauze wrapped around his shoulder, Bryce decided to keep his shirt off. Besides, he was alone inside of this cabin on Victor Strands yacht. The male was still clad in his dark blue jeans and boxers underneath with wool socks on his feet after kicking off his shoes. Deciding to call it a night, Bryce walked towards the bed. Halfway there, he stopped at the sound of gentle knocking at the door. Turning on his heel, Bryce approached the wooden door with a slow stride, unsure of who it was. Cracking open the door slightly, Bryce spotted Alicia Clark. The softness on his face showed before the entrance to his cabin was wide open. Bryce assumed Alicia was here to check on him he had no idea of her real agenda. All he knew was that an expression was on her face unlike anything he had seen before. It worried him and it confused him. Alicia. Is everything alright? Bryce asked, stepping away from the door so there was enough space for the brunette to enter if she wished. --------------------------- The dead were walking the Earth literally and figuratively. Anna had been dead to Nick for a couple years even though she was physically alive. Did he ever enjoy being in a relationship with her? Perhaps he just enjoyed getting high with her. Sometimes, it felt like that was all they had. It had taken a toll on Nick. Losing the relationship and the friendship with Anna had been painful. When Nick caught her cheating on him with one of their fellow users, it felt like his entire world crumbled. Since that day, Nick felt himself getting better slowly. Though he never got clean, he found himself doing better. At least, it felt that way. On what would have been their anniversary, Nick found himself back at an old, abandoned church they frequented. Then, he hit one of the hardest relapses of his life. It spiraled into finding out the world had ended. Fast forward to tonight and Nick was lying on his bed restless because the same ghost from his past was here, too. They were thrown in adjacent cells at the military compound. When his family rescued him, Nick somehow felt implored to help Anna escape as well. They had not spoken much, though. Nick thought it was something they needed to do talk. Well, they were never good at that in the first place. Caught up in his dark thoughts, Nick figured some fresh air could not hurt. Getting dressed in a dark brown t-shirt and matching pants that were both too baggy for him, Nick found himself on the upper deck. Just when he thought that this was the perfect place to be alone with his thoughts, fate had a different plan. Cant sleep? Nick murmured quietly, just standing near the entrance while his brown eyes landed on Anna who seemed to have the same idea.