Rockfort Island - Chapter Five Chapter 5 “Chelsea, wait!” Amberly cried out but she was too late. She was already out the door and zipping off like a bullet shot. She stared at the door for a few seconds, not knowing how to react. Then, she looked over to the wooden desk near the cabinet and fright shook her heart to find out that Chelsea had left behind her shotgun. The same gun she accidentally tried to use on me earlier. 'God damn it! She’s going to get herself killed out there. I got to go save her before it’s too late!' Within seconds, she had Chelsea’s gun and was practically soaring after her. It really helped her out a lot that every door she went through was left open and everywhere her foot touched, left a skid mark from her oversized Converse sneakers. The surroundings showed clues of getting closer and closer to the Watchdogs’ Training Grounds. 'Oh fucking God please be safe!' Suddenly, she found Chelsea. She was stiff, trembling on her back. One dog had her down by her neck, pinning her down. The other three were snapping their jaws at her. Amberly didn’t even put forth much thinking before she shot a bullet into each and every one of their skulls. One by one, down they fell. Chelsea jumped in surprise but slowly; she pushed the dog off her chest and stood up all dizzily, grabbing at her neck in pain. “Oh my god, are you okay?” Amberly almost shrieked and covered her gaping mouth. Her eyes watered up with tears a little, staring at her wound. She watched her staggered over backwards, landing on her butt. She was over by her side, wrapping an arm around her waist in no time, pulling her up to her feet. Her stomach knotted up as she leaned heavily against her covered her mouth and coughed. She squinted her eyes in agony from her neck as it was starting to swell. There was a splatter of blood in her palm the next time she coughed. Amberly looked at her with an expression of deep concern, “Are you alright?” She asked, studying her uncertainly. Chelsea wanted to tell her that she was screwed; that she could the T-virus working itself into her body system and that it was too late. She wanted so badly to confess of liking her as for more than a friend but none of that came out. Instead she said, “I don’t know. I-I don’t . . . I-I think so.” She managed a half smile, not wanting to make her worry too much. But Amberly could tell she was hiding something, “No seriously, are you okay? She sighed and her voice croaked, “I don’t know how much longer I have left actually.” By the time, she had answered, Chelsea had finally realized that she was securely attached to Amberly’s back and that they were more than half way back to the office that held the duplicating machine. For what reason, she couldn’t ever guess. Her vision was beginning to distort. Before her sight gave way, she watched the floor rise up to her head but didn’t feel the fall. The last thing she would remember hearing was Amberly’s sweet voice reassuring her that they were going to make this out alive together. They were going to pull this off together and that nobody was going to die. Amberly gently laid her down on the floor and went to work on making copies of the cure that she found. “Come on, stick with me Chels,” she whispered begging. “Not . . . . . . Much . . . . . . . Time,” Chelsea managed to mumble to nobody with her eyes heavily closed. Two sprays popped out the duplicator, and she grabbed one to use. She left the other one to make copies of. She hurriedly sprayed it on her wound located on her neck. In no time, the duplicator had created two more, then four, then eight, and then sixteen. It would have made more but Amberly stopped the progress. Rushing herself, she used up six sprays now. Suddenly, Chelsea started reacting to the chemical mixture. Her neck began twitching and throbbing while tightening up. She turned her head to the side; a mixture of blood, saliva, and some bubbly thing squirted from her lips onto the floor. Opening her mouth as wide as it could get, she gasped for air. Her eyes remained shut but now she was opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. “Nooooooooooooo!” Amberly screamed and was down on the floor instantly, resting Chelsea’s head onto her lap. “You can’t leave me yet. No! Not yet! Please, just hold on.” Gradually, her neck loosens itself, a liquid oozed out the side of her neck rapidly. Then out of nowhere, without warning, her head went limp. “No.. no,” sobs escaped through Amberly’s lips. “No. . .” Her eyesight grew blurry, as she leaned her head down towards hers. Tears flood her cheeks and spilled onto her. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her hand to clean up the stuff she’d spewed up earlier. “Please don’t give up on me,” she begged as she brought her lips close to hers. “Please . . .” and without thinking, she kissed her softly. Chelsea’s chest rose suddenly as air entered her nose, filling up her lungs. Her eyes parted open slowly and she felt herself strangely kissing someone’s lips as she awoken. Amberly lifted her head up and stared, not being able to believe her eyes. She cracked a smile up at her, “You’re alive!” and blinked a couple of times, her eyes adjusting to the light. “Hey, that’s my line chicka!” Amberly said a little confused but extremely relieved. She looked all around her, checking her surroundings without lifting her head up. “What happened?” She arched her eyebrows in confusion. “I thought I was a goner.” Amberly placed her index finger over her lips, silencing her. “Shh.. . You look beautiful right now,” she whispered. Their eyes connected, gazing into each other’s souls, while her ears turned pink for a second. “Like I said, we are going to pull this off together.” “Hey Amberly?” “Yes?” “Can I uh . . . have another kiss?” She asked kind of shyly and weakly. “Of course!” and she lowered herself down once again. There on the floor of some office in the middle of nowhere, they kissed each other like no other one they had before. Pressing their lips against the others, they hardly wanted to pull back. In that moment, for once they were able to not think of anything other than how much they really wanted more of each other. For once, they let the nightmare slip out of their minds. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. Even though the kiss only lasted seconds, it was enough to make one thing certainly clear to both of them. It hadn’t taken much at all. But it was clear that they both were falling for each other, even if they did had only known each other that day. Chelsea was the one who broke away from the kiss in the end. She looked up, “I-I think I love you,” and she blushed quietly in her ears. Amberly kissed her forehead lightly and said, “Well, I know I love you . . .” She smiled a little, her insides melting with joy and love. Maybe for once, she felt accepted for who she really was. She rolled over to her side, breaking the intense connection between their eyes and tried to pull herself onto her knees. Dizziness filled her head and she grabbed a hold of the table leg to prevent from falling. “Where are you going? Amberly questioned, watching her every move. She shrugged her shoulders; “We can’t stay here all night, wishing for a miracle.” With one hand on the edge of the table, the other on the back of her head, she got herself into a standing position. Amberly stood behind her, wrapping her arms around her rib cage helping her to keep balance steady. “You’re too weak, Hun. You need to rest,” she spoke in a low, calm voice, almost in a whisper. “I am perfectly fine, no need to worry about me,” she said and leaned her chest down against her arms, trying to break free. “No you are perfectly not fine! You just nearly died only a few minutes ago; there is no way that you are going out there tonight. You are too weak, you need rest!” “Do NOT!” She shouted as loud as she dared. She didn’t care if her voice echoed off the bare concrete walls. Forgetting about her lightheaded issues, she thrust all of her weight down on her arms. It didn’t help her to get free, only caused Amberly’s grip to tighten and pulled backwards, keeping her close. “You are not going anywhere for the rest of tonight and I mean it! You need rest.” Chelsea gave up fighting; she stopped squirming against her will. She put forth no effort in her legs to stand up; her body limp like one of those wooden dummies, leaning back on her. “Okay,” she sighed. “You win, happy?” A nod could be felt behind her head and she rolled her eyes, strangely feelings a bit like a battery at it’s very last portion of energy. Her heart jumped into her throat when it felt like she was falling down backwards, but it was only Amberly sitting back down, bringing her along. “Hey Amberly?” shifting her weight, trying not to crush her. “Yeah?” “I’m sorry for going off on you earlier.” “It’s no biggie,” she answered and gave her a gentle squeeze, hugging her. “So what are we going to do?” “About what?” “For tonight.” “Oh,” Amberly nodded her head. “I’m going to barricade the room and then see if I can’t find something to use as a blanket for us.” “Well, the prisoner’s cell has blankets in it. They had me in there. But uh, unless you want blood-stained sheets, I don’t know what else you’re going to use,” Chelsea said with a look of disgust. “Uh . . .That’s okay. I guess we can just stick to body heat,” Amberly suggested. “Well, wait . . . I have an idea,” she murmured to herself. “Yes? Tell me.” She pointed at her black hoodie underneath her trench coat, “Think maybe we could duplicate this?” “Hmm. . . That’s a good idea, didn’t think about it,” and she placed her hand under her chin, stroking it like she had an invisible beard. She pulled her arms out of her coat, threw it off her back and then tugged her hoodie overtop of her head. Chills shot up her spine as she felt the air touch her bare arms and neck; she had her t-shirt on underneath. She handed it to Amberly, who was still behind her. Amberly removed the hoodie from her outstretched hands and walked over to the duplicator. She took the original spray copy out and then stuck the clothing article in, replacing it. She watched her push a couple of buttons and then seconds later; she made ten duplicated copies of her hoodie. She ripped the torso apart, making the hoodies bigger. With one arm sleeve, she tied to the other sleeve of a different hoodie. When she finished tying them all together, it looked like a big 5x10 sweatshirt blanket. “How’s this?” Amberly asked, holding up her creation. Chelsea looked it over and nodded her approval, “Good job, babe.” She laid her trench coat flat on the floor so that it wouldn’t hurt their backs when they lay there to sleep, later on. She sat in the middle of her coat, Amberly handed her the blanket and then set off to work on barricading the room. She pushed one of the tables into the metal detector, which could keep any wandering zombies away. 'I am surprised that none of them have broken any windows in the hallway by now.' Chelsea had the blanket wrapped around her, watching her interestedly. “Yes?” Amberly peeked over her shoulder at her. “Nothing, just watching you,” and she kindly smiled. “You almost done?” She asked as she yawned and stretched. “Almost,” and she started sliding the other table in front of the other door, blocking it. “There I think we may be good for now because for one; zombies can’t open doors and two; they can’t climb or go under tables,” Amberly explained to her. She nodded her head, understanding and then pointed at a light switch that was located beside the metal detector, “You might want to turn the lights out,” she commented. Amberly walked over to it, with one hand, she flipped the switch and the light disappeared within the room. The only light in the room was the ones that were on the scanner and duplicator machine. Chelsea spread out the blanket, laid on her back and outstretched her arm for her to join her. She crept over without making a sound and joined her side. They both wrapped their arms around each other, snuggling close. Amberly helped pull the blanket overtop of as she rested her head on her chest.
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