Chapter 3 -Does he like me?
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"..your hands are still bleeding.. we need to get those cleaned up ...follow me, I know where we can get the supplies to clean your hands up.." he said, glancing back to me before beginning to lead me to the house nearby. The other boys followed along behind us.
I back hugged the older one when I heard a sudden loud scream from nearby .I knew I was scared but even if I wasn't, I wouldn't mind taking up the opportunity to hug him .
He was immediately caught off guard as i randomly hugged him, and he froze as he looked down at me in surprise. He was about to question me, until he was interrupted by the sound of a zombie's screams.
he immediately pulled away from me, a panick look appeared on his face, and he glanced around the area, trying to find the source of the screams.
"Why is he so anti romantic? Am I not beautiful enough ? Umm naah I look the best " I said to myself in a low tone ,not caring about the surrounding.
He glanced down at me, immediately noticing my scared expression, and his own panicked looked softened as he realised i was scared.
He reached out and rested his hand on my head, gently ruffling my hair. "hey, don't worry.. we'll be alright, okay? i'll keep you safe.."
"Umm yeahhh !!Daddy materialllll !!!!!" my inner soul screamed but not much enough to be audible .
"Umm ...thanks but guys don't you think you should introduce yourselves to me ?" I asked politely yet my main motive was to know the older one's name .
He glanced back at the other boys behind him, who all just smirked and shook their heads, leaving him to introduce them on his own.
"those dumbasses behind me are noah, peter and will. By the way umm...I am Miles " he said, referring to the other boys, who all nodded and gave you a small wave.
"Ahh!! Miles !! Nice ..My name is Niddhi and I am from India ,a country that is famous for it's traditions, religions and some weird fridge cases "I said in a humorous manner .
"Niddhi and Miles ...Our product can be named 'Niles' ...OMG !!!" I said to myself in a low tone .
Miles glanced down at me as i spoke, his eyebrow raising in surprise. "ah, india? that's pretty damn far from home.. how did you end up all the way over here?"
"We came here for vacations."
"vacations, huh? you've had a pretty shitty vacation, I must say."
"Yess this vacation made me lose my family".
Miles' expression darkened as I spoke, and his jaw clenched at the thought of mw losing my family.
"..that's horrible.. I'm sorry you had to go through that..." he said, his voice sounding softer than before.
"..anyway.. come on, we should get your hands cleaned up." he said, gesturing me to follow him back into the house.
He began walking into the house, with the other boys following behind him. The interior of the house was a mess, with broken windows, smashed furniture and zombie blood splattered on the wall.
However, there was a first aid bag sitting on the kitchen counter, which Miles walked over to quickly.
"He is sweet towards me but what he did is punishable " I thought .
Author's question to the readers :-
What do you think he did that was a punishable act ?
- Writer
