I remember that now. I looked up at Adam. Goddamn was he a beautiful sight. I knew it when I first saw him, but in a very distant sort of way. The detached way I'd been feeling about everything. Now, though, I couldn't stop looking. He had a few days growth of hair on his face, giving him a dark and scruffy look, but it didn't hide the strong jaw beneath, and only enhanced those deep blue eyes. I felt like I was waking up, walking along with him, holding his elbow like a lifeline. Like a good strong string to tie back my unraveling sanity. Isolation had made me strange. I'd felt like I was just watching myself. Now, I was beginning to feel like me again. His fingers were curled through my belt loops. He was as afraid to let go as I was, but holding hands would have been too weird, too intimate. Even though we'd just fucked, we'd only just met. Then again, social rules changed when corpses started walking, when people fought them and died in droves in their own streets, when civilization crumbled.
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