Z-Day Pt.2This was strange. I was warm. Something that I haven't felt in months paired with such softness that I began thinking that maybe I hadn't made it out of that alley. Maybe I had been ripped apart by those monsters like the rest of my friends and this was that happy afterlife that I had heard so much about. Was I floating on a cloud somewhere like I had been told I would when I was little? Or was I somewhere much hotter than that, the reason for the warmth? Well, whatever it was, it sure was comfortable.
"Hey, you awake?" I heard, a warm hand on my shoulder gently shaking me. I opened my eyes, recognizing that voice and searching for the one who was speaking. The first thing that my eyes met when they opened though, was the barrel of a gun, pointed straight at my forehead.
"W-What the fuck!" I cried, panicking and scrambling backward until my back hit the wall, looking around trying to take in my new surroundings.
The room was dim, widows covered in the newest trend of two by fours
7. AlleyIt's the second day straight of fog. Everywhere was choked in the soupy whiteness, so think that it was impossible to see more than half a block in any direction. It was almost like the town had been eaten by the strange weather, or we were floating on some cloud instead of being planted firmly on the Earth. Walking over the bridge to get home had honestly freaked me out too, the thick fog swallowing the water below and the sky above, leaving me in this strange eerie tunnel to nowhere. Once you got over the feeling of terror though, it was actually sort of cool.
But that's not really where I was trying to go with this.
In fact, it's just a little part of what I really wanted to write down because honestly, if I didn't finally get this down somewhere I would start thinking that it wasn't true myself, even though I'm living through it right now. I guess I'm just having a little trouble writing it out, considering that I was never really the writing type. It was a miracle that I even pass
2. Hardship"Twenty-eight ninety-five," I said, holding my hand out for the money and making change for the bouncy girl clutching her new death metal CDs. "Have a nice day," I called after her, watching her practically skip out the door again as I picked up my newspaper. Who would have thought a little blond with pigtails and a rainbow Pretty Pony shirt would have been a die heard fan of music that scared the crap outta me at the best of times?
I scanned through the classifieds, more of a time killer than actually looking for anything specific as I looked through the pet section. I've always wondered what it would be like to have a dog, but my apartment didn't allow pets other than things that could be kept in an aquarium. Strange that that very rule had led me to one morning discover a tarantula the size of my hand named Frank that seemed to be having the best time sleeping under my pillow. I had no problem later that morning explaining to Frank's owner, also known as my neighbor Andrew that I, i
ZDay Pt.3I was rather silent after the Parcheesi discussion, not really in the mood for talking anymore as I let my bad mood overtake me. At some point Warren must have understood this because he stopped trying to make conversation, opting instead to flip through a little pile of children's books next to the door with his back against the wall. Boredom was the worst thing that could have happened to me at the moment because it gave my mind a chance to wander.
All I could think about was my team, my friends. They were gone, all of them. I had watched them being ripped apart and eaten before my very eyes, unable to so much as save them because of my own stupidity. I could have stopped it, but I was cocky. It had only started with a handful of zombies, immediately easing my sense of worry into that of simplicity. There was one thought on my mind: follow normal procedure. Split up the group into assigned numbers of opponents, kill the undead, go on with our day. Sound's easy enough right?
Well it s
52. Too LateI woke up when I felt the mattress dip next to me, mind still foggy as I tried to figure out just what it was that was so warm next to me. I faintly felt the comforter moving around, sliding over my skin as the something lifted them up, letting in a gust of cold air before it snuggled in close to me. The chill was immediately replaced with radiating heat, the something fitting itself against me with a soft sigh.
I cracked an eye open, just enough to see through the dark and look down at the something that had made itself at home right against me in the way that only one person ever had. His head was resting on my arm, a hand finding mine as he wove his fingers with my own and pressed his back flush against my front, fitting even the curve of his bent legs along with mine.
"Silas," I murmured, leaning into his warmth and wrapping my other arm around his waist.
"Awake or sleep talking?" he asked softly.
"Awake now," I murmured, moving my head in close enough that I could nuzzle the back
61. SpeakHe woke up while I was reading the newspaper the next morning.
As I carried him along piggy-back style over the bridge last night I had tried picturing his waking moment as one of those simple opening his eyes, looking around and thanking me for saving his life things. He would be happy, smiling at me and explaining to me what had happened, who he was, all that romantic crap that Disney taught me when I was a kid.
That could not have been any further from what happened than the differences between squishing a marshmallow and rolling around in a pile of broken glass.
I looked up when I heard him moving around, watching him toss and turn restlessly for a few minutes until he finally opened his eyes. He immediately shot up, throwing the blankets back and sitting up as he frantically looked around. It wasn't until he caught sight of me that things really got interesting though. He let out a sound between a squeak and a yelp, eyes fixed on mine as he scrambled backwards so fast that he ende
31. NumbersHe looked so peaceful laying there, not moving a muscle, curled up in his blankets as his chest rose and fell slowly. His hair was mussed up in his sleep and his glasses were gone as he lay there. It was like he didn't have a care in the world. Carefully sliding the covers down to reveal the twisted up tee-shirt beneath, I reached in, gripping the collar of his shirt and lifting him up to look at him. Asleep he was almost cute. What a shame it would be to disturb him.
"Mason! Wake the fuck up!" I yelled, shaking him roughly until he started awake with a yelp. He searched frantically around for a moment, flailing until his hands found mine gripping the front of his shirt, looking up at me completely terrified until he finally realized who I was.
"Jay?" he said, looking up at me closely before releasing the vice grip he had on my wrists with a shaky sigh. "Oh thank godů I thought that I was in trouble for a second-" He paused, staring up at me for a moment before anger flashed over his f
51. Elemental Tempest"Hey, Silas have you ever read this?"
"Are you going to ask me that every time you pick up a book?"
"Possibly. Depends how much it annoys you and how much fun I think it is."
"Read what?" I sighed, scanning over the summery on the back of the book in my hands.
"Elemental Tempest," he said, flipping the book over in his hands and looking for the blurb.
"Doesn't ring a bell," I said, putting down the book I had been looking at and moving along the shelf. "But I'm only one man Finn, I can't read everything in the world."
"What does the title even mean " he said softly, looking suspiciously at the book in his hands and slowly following me. "Tempting the elements? Are the elements tempting something else? Does it even have anything to do with the elements?"
"I think you're looking too far into it," I said, picking up another book.
"I got it! It's about man's tempting struggle with conquering the elements! But they don't understand that this pursuit shall only end in horribl