You talk

"How do you know Alana?" Your words break the awkward silence that has hung around since you left Alana's house. You don't dare talk about what you two just did.

"I went to high school with her. I was good friends with her boyfriend."

"So you two aren't..."

"Not exactly, it's complicated. Her boyfriend was killed by the plague. I told her how I felt about her and we fooled around a little, but then she was taken by these guys."

"I'm guessing those are the same guys that are responsible for her lying **** in the street."

"I couldn't protect her. Did she tell you what happened to the guys?"

"She told me she killed them."

"I should have been the one to go," Todd's voice was breaking. "I should've never let her go."

"Then it would've been you lying in the street, and it would be Alana blaming herself for what happened to you. You can't dwell on the past. Whatever happened, happened. You just gotta move on from that."

"You really think she would blame herself if I got hurt?"

"When she asked me to find you, she seemed to care more about how worried you would be then her own condition. Trust me, she cares for you."

Todd smiled at your words. 'He really likes this girl,' you think.

"Hey..." Todd starts, unsure of how to go from there. "It would be a huge favor to me if you didn't tell Alana what we did back there."

"That was a mistake. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but we shouldn't have done that."

Todd agrees and the awkward silence returns. You truly did enjoy having sex with him, but you feel incredibly guilty. You know Alana likes this guy and yet you fucked him while she was lying in your house recovering from an injury.

Todd makes some small talk with you and you are able to talk about yourselves until you reach your house.