#TeamworkPrevails

[ourbygoneage]

Ch 30: Packed Like Sardines Verse 3

The night was finally settling in, casting a comforting darkness over the fortified room. Tailor and Trace lay side by side, their bodies weary from the day's events. The sounds of the zombie horde outside echoed in the distance, a haunting reminder of the dangers they faced.

Trace broke the silence, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and hesitation. "Tailor, I... I can't stop thinking about my dad. Seeing all those zombies out there, it just... it brings back memories."

Tailor turned to face Trace, his eyes filled with understanding and empathy. He reached out, gently intertwining his fingers with Trace's. "I'm here for you, Trace. We all have our demons to confront, and it's okay to feel overwhelmed."

Trace let out a shaky breath, his grip on Tailor's hand tightening. "I remember the day my dad got injured. He was trying to protect us, fighting off the zombies. It was chaotic, and I felt so helpless."

Tailor's voice softened, his words laced with tenderness. "You're not helpless, Trace. You've fought alongside us, facing your fears head-on. You're stronger than you realize."

Trace looked into Tailor's eyes, a mix of gratitude and affection shining through. "You always know what to say, Tailor. Your words... they bring me peace."

A playful smile tugged at Tailor's lips, his voice tinged with flirtation. "Well, what can I say? I have a knack for making people feel better. It's just one of my many talents."

Trace chuckled, a hint of amusement breaking through his anxiety. "Oh, is that so? Well, you certainly have a way with words."

Tailor's eyes sparkled with mischief as an idea began to form in his mind. "Speaking of talents, I might have an idea to help us in our fight against the zombies. Remember the splinters in my leg? The ones that bonded with the nanites?"

Trace's curiosity piqued, his brows furrowing in intrigue. "Yeah, what about them?"

Tailor sat up, his voice filled with excitement. "What if we used wood as ammunition for my crossbow? The nanites could interact with the wooden bolts, causing them to take root and immobilize the zombies."

Trace's eyes widened with realization, a mix of awe and admiration filling his expression. "That... that could work. It's a brilliant idea, Tailor!"

Tailor grinned, his heart swelling with pride. "Thank you, Trace. Together, we'll find innovative ways to fight back and protect each other."