Maya (3)

Right now Kyle is walking into the supermarket with a confident face, walking among the shelves where all kinds of food are, he accidentally sees Maya, busy cleaning herself from the sticky liquid that sticks to her body.

"Who is that?" maya said warily

"Me, Kyle." Kyle said coldly

Maya turned, and Kyle, even without expression, couldn't help but admire. Maya who was previously messy and full of wounds now looks different. Her long hair flows beautifully with a curvy body shape, and her face that was previously hidden by dirt and blood, now revealed as a beautiful woman with amazing grace.

"Kyle, you saw me in the worst condition." Maya said with a smile

Kyle frowned and said:

"You... are different."

Maya said with a smile:

"A little tidying up makes a difference, right?"

"True." Kyle said calmly

Although Kyle was fascinated by Maya, he remained indifferent. because through his wild instinct he could smell how many people slept with her.

If asked how many the answer is two.

One of them might be her husband and the rest of the thugs, by the way speaking of thugs. When saving maya from thugs, he left them alone in the supermarket. Curious Kyle asked

"Maya, where are the thugs before?"

Hearing Kyle's question maya smiled and said

"The thugs before? I dragged them out, while they were unconscious"

"I don't know what their fate is now" She said with a shrug.

Hearing her answer Kyle was silent and did not continue to ask, because asking too much was not his style. And most importantly he was afraid maya would remember her bad experience.

Maya stood up and walked towards where the food was and said :

"You know, Kyle, there's a lot of food here. We can collect it for supplies."

Kyle thought about the shopping cart he left before and nodded "Okay, let's do it."

They both moved through the supermarket aisles, collecting food and other supplies they needed. As they worked, their conversation became more open.

Maya said with a smile : "So, Kyle, tell me more about yourself before this chaos."

Kyle sighed: "I used to work as an engineer. My life was simple with my wife, Lili." Kyle lied, even though he knew maya, he was still wary. Because his instinct told him there was something wrong with this woman.

Maya said sympathetically : "How is she?"

Kyle (thinking for a moment): "Separated since all this happened. I'm trying to get back to her." Kyle didn't lie this time because he and Lily did separate even though it was only for a while. And he will be back soon.

But maya who heard it had a different thought.

Maya put on an understanding face: "We all have hard stories, right?"

Their conversation flowed like a calm river, tracing past memories and sharing experiences during this chaotic time. Although the world around them was full of threats, they found comfort in each other in a meeting that changed their lives. Time passed, and after collecting enough supplies, they sat together in a quiet corner of the supermarket.

Sitting there they started eating calmly After finishing eating, Kyle and Maya parted in the silent supermarket. Kyle decided to go back to the hotel, walking along the quiet streets.

But, on the way home, the quiet atmosphere changed. In the middle of the road, Kyle met a group of hungry zombies. Without losing confidence, Kyle decided to face them. With his extraordinary skills, Kyle played a cat-mouse game with the zombies without much difficulty. His fast and precise movements allowed him to overcome every zombie attack without breaking a sweat. With his strength and speed, he fought them very efficiently.

After finishing dealing with the zombies, Kyle continued his journey home. When he arrived at the hotel door, he found a very different atmosphere from when he left. The dim light in the hotel corridor paved the way for a calm atmosphere. Stepping in, he arrived at the room where Lili slept. Seeing his wife sleeping peacefully, he smiled with relief. Without making any noise, Kyle went to the bathroom to freshen up. In front of the mirror, Kyle's shadow bounced. The muscles formed from years of training gave strength to his body. The scratch scars and lion tattoos on his back told the story of his struggle. His masculine face, 25 years old, was beautified with earrings that gave a bad boy impression.

After bathing, Kyle returned to bed. Gently, he kissed Lili who was still asleep, then hugged her with full affection. Their peaceful and longing sight formed a calm sleeping background in the midst of a chaotic world.