Is that what these guys call gratitude? Fuck me, I could've left her - and her little group - for dead and saved my own ass, but no, I had to play the hero. I really need to stop thinking with my dick. Before all hell broke loose, let's just say I didn't exactly have a shortage of chicks to charm into bed with me. I resisted the urge to flatten the guy's nose as he yelled in my face, doing my best to keep my voice even as I told him that I'd just saved his friend.
I watched as the others filtered out of the tree house, bleach in hand, feeling my blood pressure lower a little as that Scott guy left too.
"Huh?" I muttered. I hadn't been listening, I'd been too busy glaring holes in the wall.
"I said I didn't catch your name."
"You can call me Cancer," I smiled tightly, giving her the nickname everyone knew me by. Not many people knew my real name, and these days, no one needed to know it. "And I'll warn you now, if your mate yells at me again, he'll be zombie food, 'kay?"
That got her hackles up. "It was your fault you decided using your gun would be a good idea," she said, all defensive.
I narrowed my eyes, "I could've stayed silent and left you to die. If I hadn't saved you from the first one, the second one would never have noticed me."
"Well, it's not like I asked you to save me, I could have dealt with it myself,"
"It really looked that way." She opened her mouth to argue some more, but I cut her off. "Whatever. I got you back in one piece, and all I got was yelling. I'm just gonna go," I scowled and headed for the door.