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it's not all bad

Location: Kino der Toten

A bruised and bloodied girl sat atop the mini bar in the lobby of the torn-down theatre. Her legs dangled over the front, occasionally tapping her feet on the floor, trying reduce the growing boredom.

When the hordes of the undead ceased for sometime, (Y/n) and her comrades would take the time to rest or gather up some fresh supplies; if there were any. Before resting, (Y/n) managed to salvage some fresh bandages, as well as buy herself some new weapons and perks. She still seemed astounded by the Mystery Box, for many reasons.

Daylight in the theatre was growing less. Night time was approaching. (Y/n) thought of the times before she was dragged into the outbreak. All the countless times she would stare at the stars, seemed long gone in her eyes. The apocalypse was running the world, or what were left of it.

The theatre life was dead. Literally. Except for the rare sound of nearby conversation from her friends, the atmosphere around the girl was depressing.

She looked around at her surroundings. Everything seemed dim, as did her eyes. They dulled each day. Their usual captivating colour vanished.

Breaking (Y/n)'s train of thought, a pair of voices filled her ears.

"She's a beautiful girl, no?"

The girl's head perked up, as she peered towards the double doors between the eroded staircases. The voice was distinctly Russian.

"Of course she is. I feel sorry for her man. She shouldn't be in this mess."

The American. (Y/n) saw Tank as a brother figure. He always had her back. His care for her always put a smile on her face.

The voices dimmed as (Y/n) let her mind wander. She let her head fall back, closing her eyes as she did so. Her hands resting atop the bar kept her propped up. A cool breeze whisked through the theatre, sending shivers down her spine.

Unknown to (Y/n), Nikolai had walked into the room. He leaned against the wall beside the girl, simply gazing at her with half-lidded eyes. He sighed, averting his gaze to the floor for a moment.

(Y/n) straightened her posture after hearing the Russian sigh, and turned to Nikolai with rosy-red cheeks.

"Cute." Nikolai mumbled with a grin on his face.

Her flustered face darkened as she looked at her hands, fiddling with them. "Stop." She murmured.

Nikolai walked behind the bar and perched next to (Y/n), his body facing the crooked and crumbling shelves. He clutched his vodka in one hand, while the other came up to cup (Y/n)'s face. The girl raised an eyebrow at his actions with a smile tugging at her lips.

The Russian placed his vodka beside him, soon letting his eyes lazily wander over (Y/n)'s being.

"Hey. My eyes are up here you know." (Y/n) commented.

In an instant, Nikolai locked eyes with the girl, his face tinting with a cherry red; evidently flustered.

(Y/n) placed a hand under his chin and pulled him closer, their faces now inches apart. She let her lips fall onto his, kissing him sweetly. Nikolai slithered a hand into her hair, occasionally twirling a lock around his finger. He kissed her back, spewing more passion into their kiss every second.

The girl smiled into their kiss, her eyes fluttering shut; he kiss growing much deeper. Each time they would break for air, their hands would dive for one another's body, gripping and tugging at the other to pull them closer.

Soon enough, they broke for air, both catching their breath. They smiled in unison as their eyes lit up, a feeling of happiness filling their bodies. In a daze the pair were, with Nikolai gently running his fingers through (Y/n)'s hair.

The Russian planted small kisses all over her face, hearing (Y/n) laugh from doing so.

Nikolai stood and began walking away, leaving (Y/n) sitting alone at the bar. He turned back and smirked, holding his arms out to the girl. Before she could jump into his arms, he scurried away fast, laughing all the while, leaving (Y/n) to chase him.

Only for a hug...