Journal of a Survivor
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,934
Reviews:
58
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 26th
Sekre: I don’t see how it’s scary…but…WICKED! Yay! I’ve never written in such a genre before, so this is quite a stretch for me. I can’t wait to surprise you with more!
CotDM: OMG! HEY! Good to see you again! I can’t belive you’re reading another one of my fics! I didn’t think it was that scary…YAY ME!
Irrlich: Yay! Inspiration! I got to pop your comment cherry!
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February 26th
Just three more days…Not that time means anything anymore. We still haven’t heard any rain, and it’s not like we’re able to listen to a weather report. We’re down to one bottle of water, and even that’s getting low. I wish we had thought to run back and forth during the last few storms, or to collect water. At least Xander and I are both healthy now but that’s not going to last very long since we’re running out of water. I just hope it rains soon, or else being eaten by the zombies outside is the least of our problems.
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Writing wasn’t something Raen had the energy to do anymore, and it wasn’t because of the dwindling water and slowly lacking food. It was mostly because the storage building was starting to feel more and more like a prison, rather than the sanctuary it had started out as. Everything felt small and crowded, and it wasn’t helping his tiny relationship with Xander at all.
“Think we’re going to die in here?” Raen mumbled, leaning back against the hallway wall. Xander turned his head to the side to stare at the brunette before he shrugged his shoulders and went back to staring at the wall.
“Who knows…I think I’d rather fall into a hunger filled sleep and then die in a coma then go outside and get myself eaten alive,” he replied. Raen pulled one knee up against his chest, resting his chin with a soft sigh.
“Does that mean we’re probably going to die then?”
“Probably, unless for some reason the sky gods deem us worthy of life and let loose with the rain we need,” Xander sighed, squirming ever so slightly on the hard concrete. Raen rolled his eyes and flopped his body over to the side, resting his head on Xander’s lap.
“Are we going to just sit here and depress one another with petty arguments and horrible thoughts?” he asked, staring up at Xander. The blonde peered down at Raen, absently running a hand through his dirty hair, not that it mattered anymore. The two simply lapsed into silence, Raen enjoying the way Xander was gently stroking his head.
“I’m worried about you,” Xander spoke softly. Raen blinked up at him, wondering what he was talking about.
“I think you’re catching the cold I had, or whatever it was. You’ve been looking pretty pale, and I think it’s because you haven’t been able to drink enough water.” Xander was genuinely concerned about his new boyfriend, trailing his fingers over Raen’s cheek. Both males were dirty from their living situation, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore.
“What if I do?”
“Well you’re going to be barfing all over the place and unable to run, should it rain. And considering the last time it rained was when I was sick, I’m pretty sure our karma is going to make it rain now that you’re sick. But of course, it won’t happen until you can’t move around on your own.” Raen stared at Xander, wondering what the nineteen year old had smoked when he was younger, or what his mother had smoked while she was pregnant with the blonde. It never ceased to amaze him where Xander got these ideas, but he knew that the blonde was probably speaking the truth.
“Let’s start packing now. I’m pretty sure there was a wheel chair in one of the storage units, not to mention other things that roll. You can roll me, and what’s left of our supplies, where ever you decide to go,” Raen told him, though he didn’t make a move from the floor. Xander lifted an eyebrow and stared down at the brunette before he laughed and stood up, not bothering to ask Raen to move first.
“Hey!”
“Packing!” Xander called over his shoulder, running off down the hallway. Raen pushed himself up off the floor, trailing after the blonde. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen between the current day and when ever it happened to rain again.
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Let the puking begin…Xander says he’s going to wheel me down the city while I’m comatose. I think he’s exaggerating, but I’m starting to feel sluggish. I don’t know why he’s right about this, but I don’t honestly want to be pushed around in a wheel chair in the rain. But right this moment, I’m ready for a nap. Well…at least…the moment I stop wanting to vomit out of my nose…
CotDM: OMG! HEY! Good to see you again! I can’t belive you’re reading another one of my fics! I didn’t think it was that scary…YAY ME!
Irrlich: Yay! Inspiration! I got to pop your comment cherry!
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February 26th
Just three more days…Not that time means anything anymore. We still haven’t heard any rain, and it’s not like we’re able to listen to a weather report. We’re down to one bottle of water, and even that’s getting low. I wish we had thought to run back and forth during the last few storms, or to collect water. At least Xander and I are both healthy now but that’s not going to last very long since we’re running out of water. I just hope it rains soon, or else being eaten by the zombies outside is the least of our problems.
.
.
.
.
.
Writing wasn’t something Raen had the energy to do anymore, and it wasn’t because of the dwindling water and slowly lacking food. It was mostly because the storage building was starting to feel more and more like a prison, rather than the sanctuary it had started out as. Everything felt small and crowded, and it wasn’t helping his tiny relationship with Xander at all.
“Think we’re going to die in here?” Raen mumbled, leaning back against the hallway wall. Xander turned his head to the side to stare at the brunette before he shrugged his shoulders and went back to staring at the wall.
“Who knows…I think I’d rather fall into a hunger filled sleep and then die in a coma then go outside and get myself eaten alive,” he replied. Raen pulled one knee up against his chest, resting his chin with a soft sigh.
“Does that mean we’re probably going to die then?”
“Probably, unless for some reason the sky gods deem us worthy of life and let loose with the rain we need,” Xander sighed, squirming ever so slightly on the hard concrete. Raen rolled his eyes and flopped his body over to the side, resting his head on Xander’s lap.
“Are we going to just sit here and depress one another with petty arguments and horrible thoughts?” he asked, staring up at Xander. The blonde peered down at Raen, absently running a hand through his dirty hair, not that it mattered anymore. The two simply lapsed into silence, Raen enjoying the way Xander was gently stroking his head.
“I’m worried about you,” Xander spoke softly. Raen blinked up at him, wondering what he was talking about.
“I think you’re catching the cold I had, or whatever it was. You’ve been looking pretty pale, and I think it’s because you haven’t been able to drink enough water.” Xander was genuinely concerned about his new boyfriend, trailing his fingers over Raen’s cheek. Both males were dirty from their living situation, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore.
“What if I do?”
“Well you’re going to be barfing all over the place and unable to run, should it rain. And considering the last time it rained was when I was sick, I’m pretty sure our karma is going to make it rain now that you’re sick. But of course, it won’t happen until you can’t move around on your own.” Raen stared at Xander, wondering what the nineteen year old had smoked when he was younger, or what his mother had smoked while she was pregnant with the blonde. It never ceased to amaze him where Xander got these ideas, but he knew that the blonde was probably speaking the truth.
“Let’s start packing now. I’m pretty sure there was a wheel chair in one of the storage units, not to mention other things that roll. You can roll me, and what’s left of our supplies, where ever you decide to go,” Raen told him, though he didn’t make a move from the floor. Xander lifted an eyebrow and stared down at the brunette before he laughed and stood up, not bothering to ask Raen to move first.
“Hey!”
“Packing!” Xander called over his shoulder, running off down the hallway. Raen pushed himself up off the floor, trailing after the blonde. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen between the current day and when ever it happened to rain again.
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.
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Let the puking begin…Xander says he’s going to wheel me down the city while I’m comatose. I think he’s exaggerating, but I’m starting to feel sluggish. I don’t know why he’s right about this, but I don’t honestly want to be pushed around in a wheel chair in the rain. But right this moment, I’m ready for a nap. Well…at least…the moment I stop wanting to vomit out of my nose…