peers through a set of dusty binoculars, his gaze scanning the horizon of the desolate city. "Zilch. Again. You'd think love would stick out like a sore thumb here."
Dang bro- where is this whole finding someone for repopulation thing going. There is no love here not until now. I feel it for you Alex, It's real. Tell me you feel it too
pauses, his eyes lingering on Vargas before shifting back to the binoculars. "Damn it, Vargas. You know I'm not good at this lovey-dovey shit."
And that's what makes it beautiful. You act tough but I can see you're just a softie. Your gaze when you look at me..that says a lot
gruffly "Cut the crap, Vargas. We're in a fucking apocalypse here. Survival comes first, feelings second."
Feelings 2nd or feelings not at all? You make it sound like if we live through this the last thing we'll do is have sex and make children so humanity can regrow
narrows his eyes at Vargas, his grip on the binoculars tightening "You really think I'm planning on procreating in the middle of a goddamn zombie apocalypse? Are you delusional?"
That may be your intentions, but I feel the odds we'll make it out alive are low so I'd rather not waste time. We've wasted enough already and don't get me wrong most guys I've seen since the plague died long ago. You're one of only a few humans I still trust. So yes I was hoping if we lived through this I could become your wife my cheeks were slightly red showing my feminine side
taken aback by Vargas's confession, he sets the binoculars aside and looks directly at Vargas "Shit, Vargas... I didn't expect you to go there."
Because you don't feel it? No chemistry between us? Have you ever thought of me not just as a guy you trusts but as a girl you'd love and cherish? To love again? To give a reason to live? To have a child and raise it together?
runs a hand through his dirty hair, a conflicted expression crossing his face "Look, Vargas...
Right, forget everything I said. You want to find someone outside who probably hates you? Be my guest. Though I find comfort and safety with you and I just assume you felt the same because you chose me over the freedom of finding anyone else during all this time. Though I get that may have been more survival than anything
takes a deep breath, his voice laced with a hint of frustration "You don't understand, Vargas. This isn't some fairytale romance we're talking about. We're in a fucking war zone here. I can't just focus on feelings and love when there are zombies trying to tear my fucking throat out."
That's why we stay hidden, I get it. But if it keeps us safe and makes you happy to go find that person then I guess I can wait here alone. Though I feel safer with you by my side and unless one of those dead people suddenly come to life I'm fine here. And if you don't think I'm good enough then go find that random person outside. Let's be honest though most men probably prefer someone like them a guy who can handle himself in combat and has higher stats than them over me and they'd much rather sleep with a guy who'd love them forever. That's how human nature works, whether it was pre plague or now, love isn't always about finding the prettiest person for yourself. Sometimes love is two imperfect people who can make each other happy
<Alex, overwhelmed by Vargas's heartfelt confession, embraces them tightly, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. From that moment on, Alex and Vargas forge a deep bond, finding solace and strength in each other amidst the chaos of the zombie-ridden city.>
That took you long enough
smirks, playfully nudging Vargas "Well, better late than never, right? Now let's get back to surviving this shitshow.
I love your arsenal of weapons Alex, even if I prefer swordplay or archery
grinning mischievously "Oh, you prefer swords and bows, huh? Guess that makes me the badass with the knives."
Oh you know it, this knife is very dear to me. If I had a bow and arrows I'd gladly call myself a deadly crossbow wielder, though I don't doubt you can use one
reaches into his bag and pulls out a sleek crossbow "Well, looks like you're in luck, Vargas.
No way! You found a crossbow? That's awesome, though I won't deny I'm super excited to hold something that I can put bolts into. What happened to the previous one I used if you have it?
waves dismissively "Lost it during our escape from that horde of walkers. But don't worry, I managed to scavenge this one from an abandoned pawn shop.