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What the fuck?
“Shit, sorry,” I hear hissed.
“Ian?”
“Yes,” he laughs. “I’m trying to blend in. Didn’t think I’d be trampled on.”
I laugh before helping him up. “Where are your friends?”
“Only Nathan is left I think. Well, he was the last time I saw him. He’s around here somewhere,” he tells me, before shooting his gun down the corridor to the left of us, which is filled with zombies. When one of them press his button, he groans, his shoulders slumping.
“All players move on to the next level,” is announced over the speaker.
I meet Ian’s gaze and grin. That means I’m one of the last three to stay alive. The next course only needs two to remain alive for us to move forward. I’m hoping I’m one of them.
We make our way over to the sign with a glowing red ‘Doom’ blazing at us. I meet up with CJ and hug him.
“My hero,” I gush.
He grins at me, kissing my nose. “Couldn’t let my cupcake die.”
I melt. “You’re so romantic.”
He grins bigger as we step inside the next room. “I know.”
My chest bubbles with excitement when I see little tunnels scattered around. There are stairs leading to various platforms and other rooms. Cobwebs and those flaps you’d find in a butcher shop are all over the place, separating the rooms and covering the corridor entrances.
It’s also darker, and lightning flashing gives it an eerie effect. The noise of rain and thunder roars through the speakers, before the groaning and shuffling sound of zombies join them.
Knowing this level will be harder, I waste no time in moving away from CJ, hearing his laugh trail behind me as I run up the first lot of stairs. I move along the metal flooring, laughing the whole way. I’ve not had this much fun in a while, or laughed for this long.
I move towards another group of steps. There’s only four, but I run up them, moving along the railing. Hands reach out of the holes in the wall, making me scream and laugh at the same time.
I jog down the next flight of stairs, reaching a darkened corridor, and stopping just short of the entrance. There’s a lot of boxes—places for zombies to jump out and get me—but there’s no way I’m going back up those stairs to those hands reaching out for me. One was close to getting me.
Slowly, I move down the hall, stepping around some of the boxes, careful not to knock any over. I turn left down the next one, bumping into a hard body.
“Shit, sorry,” I whisper-yell over the noise.
His face lights up through the lightning, and I recognise Nathan, Ian’s friend. He laughs when he sees me but doesn’t stop, choosing instead to keep going.
I’ve not seen Willow since the car incident, and I haven’t seen Cole since Willow left him to defend himself at the entrance.
When I reach the end of the hall, I come out into a maze of crates and boxes. My heart is still racing from the adrenaline, but I keep going, excited and scared at the same time.
I peek around the first stack of boxes, only to scream in fright when two arms wrap around my stomach, lifting me off the ground.
Laughter rumbles against my ear, vibrating against my neck.
I twist out of CJ’s hold, turn around and slap his chest. “Don’t scare me like that when there are zombies around. Are you trying to get me killed?”
He laughs as he pulls me against him, before walking us into a secluded spot between some crates and boxes, hiding us from anyone walking by.
He kisses me, his hands gripping the globes of my arse cheeks. I moan into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders for support.
He pulls back, and through the flash of light, I see his eyes are heated. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re shooting shit,” he whispers against my ear, so I can hear him.
“You’re getting turned on by zombies?” I whisper, but there’s no denying the heat in my voice. He’s turning me on, especially when he grinds his hips against me.
