Miles Down The Road (PAFP)

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    Katrina waited awake for a while, but couldn't manage to keep her eyes open. Assuming a nap wouldn't hurt, she shifted into a ball on the floor, and drifted off.


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    Katrina watched happily as a large hand came and ruffled her hair. The feeling was so comforting. So familiar. It was so nice to feel it again. Who was this person? Surely not Sin. He had gone out. So who? Who was touching her so familiarly that she couldn't care less that it was happening. As she thought this, the figure turned and walked away, footsteps echoing long after he was out of sight.


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    The brunette woke to the sound of footsteps approaching from above. "Sin?" She murmured to herself. She sat up quickly, pretending to be wide awake for when he walked in.

    Sin lofted the trap door, wincing as it tugged at the wound in his back. He dropped down the ladder after shutting the door, turning to face her quickly. "I got some food with little trouble." He rumbled as he dropped the pack, his muscles twitching in his face as he did so.

    Katrina frowned, shifting over to face him. "....You're hurt." She said after a while, standing cautiously and keeping her weight on her good leg to hobble over. "What happened?" She asked, concern filling her voice. She was rather disgusted with herself. While she took a nap in the middle of the day, while the idiot had gone out and gotten himself injured.

    "Hey! You shouldn't be walking." Sin snapped as she hobbled over to him, immediately grabbing her arm and forcing her to sit once more. "It was nothing. This infected dog attacked me and I rolled onto broken glass. Simple as ythat." He grumbled as he rubbed his back, coming away with thick red blood.

    Katrina's eyes narrowed, lips contorting into what could only be explained as utterly P.O'd. "You can't stand there bleeding and tell me it's nothing! I may not have gone to school but that doesn't make me an idiot!" She snapped back, then her expression faded. Maybe....he just didn't want her help.....or even want her around for that matter. It's possible that he would just ask her to leave after she healed, and asking if she planned on leaving was just out of politeness.....

    "Its not bad! It just needs a wrap." Sin grumbled as he saw her conflicting emotions run through her. "If you could help, without getting up, that would br fine." He said bitterly as he pulled his shirt up to where he kne it was above his wound. He handed her the alcohol and bandages, laying before her. A thick scar curled around his back, starting from his waist and up to his right shoulder.

    Katrina sighed, but otherwise remained silent. It took a moment of thought, but she shrugged off her hoodie, and tore the long sleeves off her shirt, soaking them in the alcohol instead of just pouring it on his back. Using one at a time, she gently cleaned his wound, finding tiny peices of glass and tugging them out as she did. She finished quickly, and gingerly begain wrapping it, handling him as if he would break if she wasn't careful.

    "I'm a lot tougher than I look Katrina." Sin teased lightly as she took care of his wound, although his back tensed as the alcohol soaked onto it and she plucked out the glass. It burned like hell but he had dealt with much worse before this. He shifted his weight and clenched his jaw, his eyes closing briefly.

    Katrina remained silent, not showing any signs of even wanting to make a snappy comment. After finishing, she muttered. "There. Done." And scooted back from him a little, balling up her soaked sleeves and pulling back on her hoodie.

    Sin shook his head and stood, gazing at her ruined hoodie. "I have another hoodie you can wear. I rarely wear it." He rumbled quietly as he shuffled through the clothes, picking up the rumpled but flean hoodie and tossing it to her. It would be a size too big, but would be comfy and surprisingly not smell bad. He tugged a dark shirt out as well and tugged his torn up shirt off, pulling the clean on one slowly.

    Katrina looked away quickly as he took his shirt off, shedding her torn hoodie once more, and putting on his. The sleeves flopped over her hands and, with some difficulty, rolled them up to her wrists. She glanced down at herself, feeling a little puffy in the slightly large hoodie. It was warmer than her old one, though.

    "Sorry about that but I wasn't expecting to have company." Sin said as she rolled up the sleeves, gazing up at her and smiled faintly. He brushed his hair back from his face and crossed his arms firnly.

    "S'fine." Katrina mumbled quietly, staring at her hands. Ever since the thought of him not wanting her around had crossed her mind, she felt drained. Was this all an act? Was he just showing kindness until she healed? Would it be better to leave now, rather than wait until she was asked to? It hurt a little, to think that she genuinely trusted him, but he might not even have wanted to help her in the first place.

    "If you're thinking of leaving, please don't. You won't make it far with the walkers around and your leg. Plus, you're the only human I've seen in months." Sin sighed as he saw her reaction and read her body language, leaning against the wall. He wanted to hold her close for some reason, as she looked tiny and fragile in the hoodie.

    Katrina flinched as his guess was spot on. She hated that he could always know what she was thinking, just by how she acted. "Fine." She murmured, resting her arms on one knee and burying the lower half of her face into them. She decided she would have to be more careful at how her emotions were displayed.

    Sin strolled over to the pavk and had to stifle a smile as he pulled something out. "You can eat sweets right?" He asked, carefully hiding the treat behind his back as he casually retrieved cans of cold food and plopped down beside her.

    Katrina gave a slight shrug at his inquiry. "I don't remember ever having sweets before." She turned her head so her cheek was resting on her arms and she was facing him, now curious as to what he was doing. It was true, she had never eaten candy before, or anything sweet at all for that matter.

    "Here. I found this and its still good. Its chocolate." Sin said as he handed her a chocolate bar covered by a wrapper, a smile on his face. It was rare that he ever found sweets and he thought she might want it. He sat back, watching her as he set the chocolate down next to her.

    Katrina stared at it for a few moments, sitting up straight. She was a little surprised, but slowly reached for the chocolate. She carefully unwrapped it, and broke off a piece to try. Cautiously, popping the bite into her mouth and chewing for a while. It was sweet, and soft......"It's good....thank you." She murmured, managing a tiny smile over at him.