Hey guys, GiLaw here :)

So yeah, this is one of those fanfics, I started at the spur of the moment with no real thought and I was probably going to abandon it altogether.

But then my good friend and fellow Shasmine shipper, CLake came along with some ideas for this fic that were really good, and I mean REALLY good. Like he could write this story himself if he could, he has lots of good ideas.

And seeing how he was so enthusiastic about these ideas, it motivated me to continue on with this story.

So enjoy this third chapter :)

Chapter 3

Ollie

Shawn groaned and finally unscrewed the lid so he could open upthe bottle and take a sip of beer. That felt a little better. Slumping down into the tattered sofa that could only just support his weight (despite him being a fairly light weighted guy), he raised the remote and proceeded to watch Warm Bodies for probably the fourth time that week. Hey, at least it gave him something to do other than freaking out over the undead 24-7.

"Shawn!"

He groaned again and his head dropped over, barely supported by his neck. "What is it, Evan?"

"When are we gonna start on the shelter?" his brother whined.

"Huh?" Shawn took another sip of beer. He wasn't even looking at the flickering TV set, in fact the guy was looking nowhere really.

"The shelter!" Evan stamped his foot. "You said that we were gonna start days ago and we haven't!" He went to jump up on the old couch which immediately creaked and sank, almost collapsing now that it had two boys on it.

"WHUA!" Shawn shrieked, almost falling into the worn out piece of furniture. The bottle of beer he was holding splashed about a bit, some of it on his old tracksuit that he hadn't changed since he had returned home.

"When are we gonna start on our shelter?" Even moaned, climbing onto his brother's shoulder, to which Shawn shifted away, through the kid was one for grabbing.

"Hey, knock it off," he muttered, grabbing his brother by the face and shoving him away, causing Evan to swing backwards onto the sofa arm.

"Can we start our shelter?"

"Nyaaaa, look how dark it is though." Shawn pointed out the rusty window where outside, everything was mostly black, but the sky was still a clear dark blue. It wasn't

completely impossible to see. "We'll do it tomorrow."

Evan pouted and slumped in his seat next to his brother. "You said that yesterday," he murmured, more to himself now.

"Hey, I'd do it if . . ." Shawn paused for a moment. "If . . . it . . . was brighter, but zombies are most likely to come out of dark places. That's like a BIG rule in zombie movies, never go out in the dark!" He nodded to himself, happy with his own stupid reasoning.

"But can we do it tomorrow?" Evan asked, though he didn't sound like he was pleading anymore. He was completely pouting in the seat now, leaning down, resting his elbows

on his knees and resting his jaw on his clenched fists.

"Hey, you know five thousand dollars isn't gonna get us every single feature we planned," Shawn lied.

"Yeah, but we'd still have a shelter." Evan's voice cracked a little.

"But it wouldn't be as good as if we had a million. Maybe we should, um . . . uhhh . . ." Shawn quickly took another gulp of beer, giving him enough time to think of an excuse of some sort. "Try to, um . . . save it for something we REALLY need."

Evan tightened his lips before pushing himself from the sofa and turning to face his brother so Shawn could see the tears coming to his crumpling face.

"You promised if you won that the first thing we'd do was build a top class zombie proof shelter!"

"I know, but-"

"You promised!" Evan squealed, jumping up and down to try and somehow get his older brother's attention. Shawn was staring into nowhere again, not even bothering to look his little brother in the face.

"It's been a week since I'm back. I'm still tired!"

"No, you're just sad because you miss your girlfriend! The zombies are going to come and eat us and we won't be able to hide because of you and your girlfriend!"

Evan suddenly kicked Shawn hard in the right shin which immediately snapped him out of his trance.

"OW!" As he sat up to clutch onto where it hurt, Evan snivelled and stomped off, deliberately stamping his feet harder to put further emphasis his misery.

Rubbing his shin, Shawn pulled a face. Okay, maybe his little brother might be right on that last sentence . . . Grief was a weird thing.

And he still didn't feel like constructing that shelter any time soon . . .

"Oh really?" Jasmine's grin grew wider as she leaned in closer towards her boyfriend and continued to listen to his wild little story.

"Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah!" Shawn nodded, wringing his hands as he tried to keep going. "So I turn round and I see this massive horde of zombies . . . I'm stuck between the rose bush and all its thorns, and zombies who are ready to EAT me! I have to act fast to avoid getting my brains on a platter!"

Jasmine rolled her eyes and curled her knees in as she prepared herself for the story's climax. The two were sitting in a forest clearing (in Australia no doubt) where the green trees rustled and opened themselves for the happy couple and rare coloured flowers grew around them, but didn't interrupt their red and white picnic cloth with wild Australian fruits lying on top, forged by the two of course.

Jasmine reached out to take up a blueberry and dropped it in her mouth before flicking her black hair behind her ear and leaning closer towards Shawn.

"Go on, I'm listening."

"I realize-" Shawn was trying not to smirk, "that there's no way, the trees have no branches for me to grab onto, they're all out of reach. I have to go THROUGH them!"

"Ohhhh, through them, huh? And how exactly did you do that?" She didn't care that he was lying, she was enjoying the story and the way he was pretending to be so heroic.

"I mash through all of them one by one!" Shawn exclaimed, leaping to his feet and punching the air with his fists. "I don't need any weapons because I have the training! They're no match for my zombie proof skills!" He flexed his bicep, making a very small bulge, straining but plastering on a smile, which made Jasmine snort with laughter. "It's only a matter of seconds before I'm through them all. Nothing but zombie heads and zombie limbs behind me! And . . ." Shawn gave Jasmine a flirty little grin and raised a bright red rose in his fingers. "I have the prize!" he added, lowering the rose towards her.

"Oh Shawn, my hero!" Jasmine laughed teasingly before taking the rose from his fingers, shutting her eyes and giving it a sniff. It was one of the sweetest smells she had ever experienced. Finally sighing, she looked up at Shawn who had gone from grinning alluringly to having a bashful little smile on his face. His face was slowly turning as red as the rose in Jasmine's hand.

"Sooooo . . ." She smirked, twirling the rose in her fingers. "You got through all those zombies, did you?"

"Yep!" Shawn stuck his nose in the air and brought his hands to his hips. "Every one!"

"Wooooow . . . Surely you must have struggled with such a big horde, right?"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Oh really?" Jasmine slowly placed the rose beside her and slowly brought her hands up towards her boyfriend who was too busy posing to notice.

"So I guess you had no problems when the zombies did THIS?" She suddenly grabbed him by the sweater and lay herself down, yanking Shawn down with her, causing him to let out a shriek of his as he collapsed on top of her. Again, Jasmine couldn't help but snort. One moment the guy was acting all fearless and heroic but sometimes the little things made him scream like a little girl. In a way, to her anyway, it was kind of adorable.

He was lying on top of her now, just recovering from what had just happened, but he definitely didn't seem to be protesting as he pushed himself back up and locked eyes with the girl he was lying on top of.

"No . . . I have no problems." Once again, his face slowly shifted into a more romantic, flirting grin. "I had no problems at all . . ."

"Aww." Jasmine beamed and took her boyfriend by the shoulders. "C'mere you . . ." She shut her eyes and puckered her lips, slowly pulling him in for a kiss . . .

An ear piercing shriek suddenly filled her ears and an agonisingly sharp pain slashed across her right cheek. Jasmine shrieked and flicked open her eyes shoving Whiskers off her bed. She landed on all fours as all cats do and hissed at her owner.

"Ugh." Jasmine sighed and flopped her head back onto the pillow, clutching her cheek. And she was just getting to the good part too . . .

Oh for heaven's sake. It had been a week now, and she was STILL obsessing over Shawn. Why was it that simply moving on with one's daily life would be so hard? These were all sounds she was used to, she sound of crickets, critters, birds, Whiskers scraping her paws against her wardrobe . . .

Wait a second.

Jasmine quickly sat up and crawled to the end of her bed. No, the money was still on top of it, all neatly piled up, none of it spent yet. Whiskers hadn't even touched it. She was still scratching away at the bottom of the wardrobe for no real reason, grumbling at Jasmine leaning over her.

"Phew." Jasmine swung her legs over so she could sit on the edge of her bed and think for a bit. There was no point in trying to go back to her dream, Whiskers had already interrupted it. She rubbed her cheek again. It didn't hurt too much- she had definitely been through much worse . . . like that time where they had to battle with jousting sticks and Shawn-

"Rrrr!" Jasmine clawed her fingers at the thought of it. Why was it she couldn't get the guy out of her mind? She should know by now, there was little to no chance of the two seeing each other again . . . It hurt to think but it was the reality.

She sighed to herself. Sometimes in life you just had to move on and continue on with your daily hobbies, eh?

What would she normally do first on a day like this?

Forge for breakfast.

Right. Jasmine took a deep breath and stood to her feet. Breakfast. The most important meal of the day! She would go and find some good berries in the forest and those she wouldn't eat, she would definitely stash.

Feeling a little better, Jasmine changed into her typical everyday forging outfit, the shorts, the fedora and the boots and opened up her window. Ahh, the fresh nature smell of good old Australian air. Jasmine climbed out her window, onto the sill and leapt down to the ground, landing almost perfectly on her two feet. As she straightened, she looked out into the woods and took another deep breath, feeling better again. She felt a confident grin spread across her face. It was time to find some good ol' fruit.

Most people would just go to the store and buy their cereal or toast or eggs for the week but not Jasmine. It was always a fun hobby for her to gather her food for the day. Not only was it a fun thing to do but it satisfied her need for exploring out in the open space. Who knew what bugs and wild animals would be around here?

As she trekked through the bushes and gathered some berries, she heard the sound of leaves cracking and trees rustling. Again, it was nothing new to her, but she kept on expecting to see Shawn lingering up on one of the branches above her . . . Jasmine quickly shook her head, reminding herself to keep focused on her task. Hmm, grapes looked good . . .

She suddenly heard a twig snap and this time she could tell it wasn't her imagination. Jasmine straightened, narrowing her eyes. Everything around her seemed perfectly quiet and peaceful, but this was Australia and any sort of animal could pop out of any of the bushes or trees around her. It was the forest after all, nothing but bushes and trees that could be hiding anything.

She heard another twig snap, and some rustling, coming in her direction. It was definitely an animal of some sort. Or maybe it was a zombie? Jasmine gritted her teeth in annoyance and reached down to grab a fallen trunk. Whatever it was, she could handle it.

The rustling and crackling was definitely approaching her now. As Jasmine raised her weapon and narrowed her eyes a little more, she saw some sort of shadow emerging from the trees. Even though it was a bright sunny morning, the shadow of the tree's leaves made it impossible for her to see anything through them. She could just make out a male figure, approaching her, definitely shorter than her which made him less intimidating . . . wait could it be-?

Jasmine gasped and immediately dropped her stick, her body stiffening, her eyes widening.

"Shawn?"

"Sorry?"

Her face dropped. It definitely wasn't him. The man finally emerged from the shadow of the trees altogether. He was a young fellow, about the same age as Jasmine, definitely another Australian, dark skinned, though slightly lighter than her. He was just a foot taller than average with a lean figure and noticeably muscular arms. His hair was more of a black stubble and he had narrow dark brown eyes and thick lips with a light moustache above them. He was wearing beige coloured short sleeved shirt with knee length denim jeans and hiking boots very similar to Jasmine's with clean white socks. Around his neck, he wore a red neckerchief with white speckles. Definitely not Shawn.

"Did I startle you?" His voice had that typical Australian accent to it and his tone was easygoing and surprisingly polite. Jasmine suddenly realized the way she was standing, still in a defensive position with that dumb look on her face and quickly dusted herself off.

"No you didn't."

The man didn't look convinced but shrugged anyway. "You lost or something?"

"What?" Jasmine scoffed but laughed anyway. "I was just out forging . . . for breakfast. It's something I do to-"

"Ah right," the man smiled, raising his eyebrows. "I get what you mean, I feel I have to go out for a walk before I have something."

"Huh." Jasmine pulled a face, interested now. "You live here?" It was a stupid question, the guy had all the Australian traits to him, the looks, the outfit, the obvious accent . . . but it was worth the ask, right?"

"Yeah, just came down here, I live a few kilometers away. I'm guessing you do as well?"

"Yeah, I just live literally just down the road."

"Oh cool." The man nodded pleasantly. "What's your name?" he added, still with that polite everyday tone.

"Jasmine." Saying her name now, she had to wonder what she was doing talking to a complete stranger she had just run into but at the same time, it was better than talking to no guy. "And . . . what's yours?"

"Ollie."

"Right."

For a moment, the woods were filled with silence apart from the rustling of the trees. The guy- "Ollie" looked fairly comfortable, not intimidated at all. Jasmine lowered her eyebrows for a moment then quickly remembered why she was here in the first place.

"Well I'm gonna go find some more fruit," she said quickly, wandering away from the man, even though she was probably heading nowhere near any fruit bushes, but not that Ollie knew that.

"Okay then," he replied, heading off in his own direction, thankfully. "Well, nice to meet you, Jasmine!"

Jasmine paused, scrunching up her lips for some reason. It wasn't like her to be this . . . defensive with guys, out of nowhere appearance or not, but for some reason she felt especially cautious. Nonetheless, she waved back at him.

"You too!"

She waited for him to disappear into the bushes. She waited a little more. And then once he was gone, she sighed happily so she could return to her task. Oh well, he was gone now . . . and to be honest, she needed that little chat. Because let's be honest, it was unlikely she would run into him again, right?

And there you go, there's Chapter 3 for you! Yeah, I'm trying to keep certain characters realistic and relatable and you'll see as the story progresses but for now I'll leave you wonder what will happen in these two. And yeah, as you can see there's like a 10 hour time difference between the two (seriously, look it up) so that will probably lend itself to some interesting interpretations.

Anyway, please Read and Review and check out my other stories and I'll see you next time.

P.S I still really like this couple, just so I let you know ;)