Journal of a Survivor
folder
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,933
Reviews:
58
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,933
Reviews:
58
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
February 21st
Look look look! Another chapter! I decided to work on the story during work, and would have finished it there (instead of at home) if my laptop hadn't freaked out and made me shut it off, lest it keep freaking out.
Irrlich: Yay! You came back! You also reminded me how freaky “I Am Legend” was! Did you know they’re doing cancer virus testing on rats and rabbits right now? How freaked out is that?! AND, it’s almost 2009. Think about it. *nodsnods*
Enjoy everyone!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
February 21st
So…My birthday is coming up. Yup…the big 1-8 is rushing towards me. I guess in all honesty, I’m still a teenager, but there’s something about being eighteen that commands the whole idea of being adult. If that makes any sense, because the moment I put it on paper, it didn’t make any sense. Not to me, at least. I bet Xander could look at this and see something I don’t see, and make this big deal over what I wrote, but that’s why he doesn’t read this thing!
He hasn’t gotten his own bloody journal either, so I’m still dealing with weird questions at random times during the night. I don’t think his brain shuts down at all, not even when he sleeps. Even sick, he’s been asking me these stupid questions. And even after he finally goes to sleep, I have to lay there and wonder what in the world he was thinking about when he asked me. That means I’m the one not getting any sleeping, and he’s sleeping better!
He’s still sick, even though he denies it. After two days of vomiting in this bucket I found, he’s finally gone nearly twenty four hours without puking.
I wish we had some way of predicting the weather, mostly because the chance we had to get out of here and find a new place to survive in, Xander was sick and we didn’t have a chance to leave. I’m getting sick of being confined in this stupid storage unit, especially when I’m so close to the damn zombies that are pressing against the sliding doors. I hear them so much more clearly now, and I can almost feel the way they’re scratching at the metal doors, wanting in. It’s rather disturbing when I really think about it. Maybe they’re the reason I’m not sleeping, and my subconscious is just tricking me into thinking it’s all about Xander. Maybe it’s the voices I hear at night, telling me to get out, get to safety, get away before they get inside and kill us both.
.
.
.
.
.
“We need to plan out or next move,” Xander spoke quietly, resting one arm around Raen’s shoulder. The two were sitting on the bed, simply listening to the sounds coming from the other side of the doors. There was no better time to bring up such a subject, and before Xander was able to say another word, Raen produced several torn out pages of a spiral notebook he had found, handing them over to Xander. Together, the two looked over the ideas Raen had mapped out, fingers stroking over crudely drawn maps, hands fumbling for the map of the city that Raen had thought to bring with them when they had left the grocery store.
“I think our plan of using the mall is a truly bad idea,” Xander agreed when he came across the capital letters at the top of the paper for the second time. “We need to find another building with supplies that can support us, if only for a week or so.”
“We don’t know how long it’s going to be before the next rain, or the one after that. What about hitting a convenience store…or two?” Raen asked, squinting at the map that lay over his lap. Lack of sleep was making it hard to focus on the small print and tiny pictures, but he wasn’t going to say anything to Xander, especially when the other male still wasn’t back to one hundred percent.
“How do we know that someone hasn’t already hit up the convenience stores for food, just like we’re planning?”
“We don’t, but we have to think positive. We’re running low on food, even if you barely ate anything while you were sick, other than drinking most of our water. If we really move quickly, I’m sure we could hit several stores before finding one to hide ourselves away in.” Xander shifted his body, resting his head against Raen’s shoulder, breathing his possible boyfriends scent. He knew that he had, indeed, drank most of the bottled water that the two of them had packed from the shopping center, but that was only to keep himself from becoming dehydrated. Raen had been the one to insist he drank, promising that he would be able to refill the bottles with rain water. For the time being, all but two or three bottles remained empty, and there didn’t seem to be any rain clouds forming.
“Are you going to be okay for moving around in the rain?” Raen asked, wrapping a loose arm around Xander’s waist, turning his head just enough to press a soft kiss to the blonde’s forehead. The two took a moment to simply look at one another before Raen blushed and look away, pulling the pen from his notebook off the edge of the map.
“These stores are close together, within a block of each other in either direction. I’m sure that one of them will give us shelter between the rain storms.” Xander nodded his head, running his fingers over the map to trace out the path they would need to take.
“When should we leave?”
“With the next rain, of course. I wish that we could see the sky without having to open one of the doors, but we just have to wait for a break in the moaning and groaning. When they stop, we know it’s raining and we’re going to have to haul ass. Let’s start packing right away, just in case. We should also take shifts to listen for the rain. If we’re both sleeping, we can’t listen for it, and we might just miss it.” Xander was surprised by Raen’s new take-charge attitude but he wasn’t going to comment on it, smiling at the brunette. If Raen needed to be in charge in order to feel safe, then Xander would have no problem submitting to the younger male. Despite the circumstances, Raen’s happiness was important to him, no matter what happened.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Review please!
Irrlich: Yay! You came back! You also reminded me how freaky “I Am Legend” was! Did you know they’re doing cancer virus testing on rats and rabbits right now? How freaked out is that?! AND, it’s almost 2009. Think about it. *nodsnods*
Enjoy everyone!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
February 21st
So…My birthday is coming up. Yup…the big 1-8 is rushing towards me. I guess in all honesty, I’m still a teenager, but there’s something about being eighteen that commands the whole idea of being adult. If that makes any sense, because the moment I put it on paper, it didn’t make any sense. Not to me, at least. I bet Xander could look at this and see something I don’t see, and make this big deal over what I wrote, but that’s why he doesn’t read this thing!
He hasn’t gotten his own bloody journal either, so I’m still dealing with weird questions at random times during the night. I don’t think his brain shuts down at all, not even when he sleeps. Even sick, he’s been asking me these stupid questions. And even after he finally goes to sleep, I have to lay there and wonder what in the world he was thinking about when he asked me. That means I’m the one not getting any sleeping, and he’s sleeping better!
He’s still sick, even though he denies it. After two days of vomiting in this bucket I found, he’s finally gone nearly twenty four hours without puking.
I wish we had some way of predicting the weather, mostly because the chance we had to get out of here and find a new place to survive in, Xander was sick and we didn’t have a chance to leave. I’m getting sick of being confined in this stupid storage unit, especially when I’m so close to the damn zombies that are pressing against the sliding doors. I hear them so much more clearly now, and I can almost feel the way they’re scratching at the metal doors, wanting in. It’s rather disturbing when I really think about it. Maybe they’re the reason I’m not sleeping, and my subconscious is just tricking me into thinking it’s all about Xander. Maybe it’s the voices I hear at night, telling me to get out, get to safety, get away before they get inside and kill us both.
.
.
.
.
.
“We need to plan out or next move,” Xander spoke quietly, resting one arm around Raen’s shoulder. The two were sitting on the bed, simply listening to the sounds coming from the other side of the doors. There was no better time to bring up such a subject, and before Xander was able to say another word, Raen produced several torn out pages of a spiral notebook he had found, handing them over to Xander. Together, the two looked over the ideas Raen had mapped out, fingers stroking over crudely drawn maps, hands fumbling for the map of the city that Raen had thought to bring with them when they had left the grocery store.
“I think our plan of using the mall is a truly bad idea,” Xander agreed when he came across the capital letters at the top of the paper for the second time. “We need to find another building with supplies that can support us, if only for a week or so.”
“We don’t know how long it’s going to be before the next rain, or the one after that. What about hitting a convenience store…or two?” Raen asked, squinting at the map that lay over his lap. Lack of sleep was making it hard to focus on the small print and tiny pictures, but he wasn’t going to say anything to Xander, especially when the other male still wasn’t back to one hundred percent.
“How do we know that someone hasn’t already hit up the convenience stores for food, just like we’re planning?”
“We don’t, but we have to think positive. We’re running low on food, even if you barely ate anything while you were sick, other than drinking most of our water. If we really move quickly, I’m sure we could hit several stores before finding one to hide ourselves away in.” Xander shifted his body, resting his head against Raen’s shoulder, breathing his possible boyfriends scent. He knew that he had, indeed, drank most of the bottled water that the two of them had packed from the shopping center, but that was only to keep himself from becoming dehydrated. Raen had been the one to insist he drank, promising that he would be able to refill the bottles with rain water. For the time being, all but two or three bottles remained empty, and there didn’t seem to be any rain clouds forming.
“Are you going to be okay for moving around in the rain?” Raen asked, wrapping a loose arm around Xander’s waist, turning his head just enough to press a soft kiss to the blonde’s forehead. The two took a moment to simply look at one another before Raen blushed and look away, pulling the pen from his notebook off the edge of the map.
“These stores are close together, within a block of each other in either direction. I’m sure that one of them will give us shelter between the rain storms.” Xander nodded his head, running his fingers over the map to trace out the path they would need to take.
“When should we leave?”
“With the next rain, of course. I wish that we could see the sky without having to open one of the doors, but we just have to wait for a break in the moaning and groaning. When they stop, we know it’s raining and we’re going to have to haul ass. Let’s start packing right away, just in case. We should also take shifts to listen for the rain. If we’re both sleeping, we can’t listen for it, and we might just miss it.” Xander was surprised by Raen’s new take-charge attitude but he wasn’t going to comment on it, smiling at the brunette. If Raen needed to be in charge in order to feel safe, then Xander would have no problem submitting to the younger male. Despite the circumstances, Raen’s happiness was important to him, no matter what happened.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Review please!