Oh god, the footsteps are getting closer. My poor breathing starts to act up and with my eyes closed I slip my hand shakily into my hoodie pocket trying to not make a sound. I'm hoping my fingers brush against the familiar shape of my inhaler but I my fingers touch nothing but inner pocket. Fuck again. I didn't think to bring it. Of course I never expected to be trapped in Mike's Market while it was being robbed at gunpoint.

I'm trying to keep my struggling breath less than loud but I don't always have control over it. I hate being asthmatic. Normally it's just bothersome if I run or do any rigorous exercise but I suppose a stressful and possibly lethal situation like this might bring it up. Evidently. I think I might cry.

I feel a cool hand press against my chest and in that instant I cool wave of relief washes over me and I can breathe normally again. That's very odd. I tense up even more despite the relief of breathing less like a brachycephalic animal and open my eyes. I look down at the large pale hand on my chest pressing me against the shelves and then follow the arm up to…Felix? What's he doing here? Of course that's a stupid question, he must eat like everyone else. I mean, he's not really a…Well, even so I am quite startled to find him and nearly whisper his name out loud but his hand with precise speed covers my mouth. My hazel eyes widen a little and stare into those bluish lavender ones of his. Who has eyes like that? Some how I know he's telling me to "shut the hell up with them". I don't argue of course.

He's wearing all black again. Body clad in jeans, plain t-shirt, and a hoodie with the hood up. He's crouched beside me but he's now looking out the aisle. He's not wearing shoes like every other time we have had an encounter. What is up with that? Does he own any? If we survive, I really should ask him about that. I mean we're in a grocery store, there has to be rules about shoes.

Felix is really alert and tenses himself just as the footsteps stop just before where we are hiding. He removes his hand finally but my body reacts on its own and grips the sleeve of his hoodie. I really don't want to be left alone or be here or want to die so early in my life. It really makes me think about all the stuff I haven't done like drive a car or fall in love.

A very slight smile appears on Felix's face and leans down toward my ear and whispers, "Don't worry, Colin. Now close your eyes again." That velvety voice triggers those euphoric chills up and down my spine again and I involuntarily do what he tells me. Why do they feel good? It's so creepy. It's kind of, oh gosh this even embarrassing to think, but kind of…orgasmic? I am a teenage boy and it's not like I never touched myself but it's not something I really do often like I'm sure normal boys do. I really believe that my life will never be normal at this alarming rate.

Felix has definitely moved away from me but I have no idea where till I hear a commotion and another gun shot. I turn my back to the end of the aisle and tuck my head down. Shit, what's going on? I'm too afraid to look though and Felix did say to close my eyes.