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Ivan slumped against a pillar, every corner he turned there was a zombie. He looked at the train track, noticing a tactical vest, it had a huge rifle strapped to the back—his eyes lit up. He clung onto the platform as he lowered himself onto the tracks. The vest fit perfectly, on the back was a number—143, he found a knife and a pistol in the pockets too loaded with ammo, now all he needed was water, food, and heat suppressants. He jumped out of the train track, freezing when he heard a thud. He slowly looked up, grunting when a gun was forcefully shoved against his forehead, his eyes widened.
“Till?” Ivan’s voice cracked with disbelief
Till loosened his grip on the gun “Ivan..? I thought you were dead.” he lowered the gun from his forehead.
“We should probably find some sort of base.” Ivan stood up, slightly towering over Till.
The sun began to set, glowing golden over the treehouse they found, Ivan looked around, it was relatively big until his eyes landed on the bed, there was only one. He felt Till freeze behind him.
“There’s only one bed?” he grumbled.
“Guess we’ll have to share.” He sarcastically puckered his lips, grunting when Till shoved him “Did you find anything when you were outside?”
“Nope. But you can stay there until i’m finished looking around here.”
Ivan sat on a stray chair, watching Till move around the room. The whole treehouse was surprisingly modern—it almost felt unrealistic, he tilted his head back on the wall, closing his eyes. He must’ve been asleep for ages given he woke up to pitch black and Till inches away from his face. He choked.
“You were asleep for hours.” He stood up straight.
“Did you finish searching the place?” Relaxing into the chair when Till nodded.
“There’s a huge storage room filled with medicine, food, and water.”
Ivan stood up and walked past Till, using the opportunity to get a whiff of his pheromones, he’d never smelt anything better but he knew he was dealing with a brat so there was no way he could fondle with his asshole for a long while, he found the bathroom—raising an eyebrow, the shower was ginormous along with a grand bathtub. He tried not to question it, stripping off his clothes and stepping into the shower. He’d need to find heat suppressants at some point but he doubted Till would let him leave by himself, he clenched his fists—he made a mental note to figure something out.