Journal of a Survivor
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,937
Reviews:
58
Recommended:
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March 17th Part Two
Irrlich: I tend to enjoy cliffhangers, not because it makes people some back, but because it means I have an idea of what I want to do next and it gives me a place to start. I hope you enjoy this chapter. You know why.
Romanticfae: I hope this chapter satisifes your curiosity!
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March 17th
Continued
“Who the hell are you?” Raen lifted his head and jumped to his feet when he saw that the person who had entered the room he was in wasn’t Xander. His eyes were wide at the sight of someone other than his new boyfriend. It was a female, brown hair and dark eyes, dressed in army fatigues and holding a gun. Said gun was currently pointed directly at Raen’s head. The brunette clutched his journal against his chest in a purely instinctual move, but it made the woman standing in front of him tighten her grip on the weapon she was holding.
“I said state your name!” she all but shouted, making Raen cringe a little.
“Raen…” he whispered quietly, not wanting to provoke the girl anymore than he already had. He watched as she stared at him, their eyes locking for a good minute before she lowered her gun and slid it into the holster that sat on her hip. She looked rather stunned, taking several steps closer to the brunette sitting in front of her.
“You aren’t infected.” It wasn’t a question, but a fact.
“No, we’re not.” Raen leaned to the side to peer around the woman, smiling as he took note of Xander’s fit form standing in the doorway. The girl spun around, her hand instantly dropping down to her gun. Xander held his hands up, not wanting to look threatening in any way.
“There are two of you?” Xander nodded, stepping past the girl to make his way to where Raen was sitting, resting his hand on his boyfriends shoulder. The blonde squeezed gently, almost in a reassuring manner.
“I didn’t think there were any other survivors.” The young woman eyed the two in front of her, speaking slowly, almost as if she believed they didn’t understand what she was saying.
“Neither did we,” Xander told her. “What’s your name?”
“Siska. You?”
“Xander,” the blonde replied. “And Raen.” He brushed his fingers through the younger males hair, smiling softly.
“It makes sense why we weren’t able to get in here as easily as we had hoped,” Raen mumbled. Siska frowned some, drumming her fingers ever so lightly against her weapon.
“What do you mean?” she asked him, watching as Raen slid from the bed he had been sitting on, moving to peer out of the window.
“You had this place locked down pretty well,” he explained, even though he didn’t turn to face her. “We had to search for a way in.”
“I didn’t think I had left any openings. I’m lucky those infected bastards outside didn’t take notice of it.” Xander sighed softly, watching Raen. He knew that the constant fact of being cooped up in buildings was taking its toll on the brunette, but there wasn’t anything he could do. If anything, he would have to make sure Raen had access to the hospital roof, even if it was only for short periods of time. He was sure that the fact that the hospital was made up of ten different floors meant that being on the roof wasn’t going to cause any problems. Raen had stood on the convenience store roof for hours at a time, and that had been less than a twenty foot drop.
“Where did you two come from?” Siska had directed her question to Raen, but the other brunette didn’t seem to have any will to answer her. She turned her eyes to Xander, silently asking the question again.
“It’s a long story, but we’re here and we’re alive. It doesn’t matter where we came from or how we got here--”
“It does if it means you could possibly be infected!” Siska interrupted. Xander rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall, resting one of his hands on Raen’s.
“We’re here, that’s all that matters,” Xander told her. “We shouldn’t have to explain ourselves to someone who pointed a gun at us.”
“You could have been infected!”
“You’re paranoid.” Raen’s voice was quiet, but Siska heard him none the less. Raen didn’t even give her a chance to respond to his comment, turning away from the window to face her.
“I understand that you’ve been alone for awhile, just like Xander and I have. That’s no excuse to give us the twenty questions bit. Yeah, you’re wearing army clothes and you’re carrying a weapon, but we aren’t part of any sort of army bullshit and we sure as hell aren’t going to be listening to you. I’d appreciate it if you backed the hell off and left us alone.” Xander was rather surprised by his brunette’s outburst, curling his arms around Raen’s slender shoulders.
“This is my safe house!” Siska all but shrieked, though the two in front of her didn’t seem phased by her little outburst.
“Did you bust into an army supply center and steal everything?” Raen questioned her, resting one hand on Xander’s arm. He knew that he was risking his and Xander’s safety, especially when it was Siska who was currently carrying the weapon. Once more he didn’t bother to let Siska answer, his free hand pointing towards the door.
“At this moment, right now, this is my room. Get the hell out, and unless we ask for your help, we don’t want anything to do with you. I’m sure that we can all exist together as long as we don’t go pissing one another off.” Siska huffed and spun on her heel, all but stalking out of the door, slamming it behind herself.
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This is some insane shit we have going on today. I don’t honestly know how to sum it all up. There’s another survivor. We aren’t alone in this hospital. She seems to be a total pyscho and Xander and I don’t want to leave the room we’re in. We have all our supplies in here anyways, so it’s not like we don’t have food and water. Xander will go out tomorrow and raid the cafeteria, and we’ll start setting up for the next rain. I think we’ll be safe here. I think we can take some time and try and figure out what’s going on with the damn zombies.
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Do you like it?
Irrlich, I hope you enjoy your place in my fic! Though…Siska turned into something I wasn’t expecting, so I apologize for that.
Please review everyone!
Romanticfae: I hope this chapter satisifes your curiosity!
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March 17th
Continued
“Who the hell are you?” Raen lifted his head and jumped to his feet when he saw that the person who had entered the room he was in wasn’t Xander. His eyes were wide at the sight of someone other than his new boyfriend. It was a female, brown hair and dark eyes, dressed in army fatigues and holding a gun. Said gun was currently pointed directly at Raen’s head. The brunette clutched his journal against his chest in a purely instinctual move, but it made the woman standing in front of him tighten her grip on the weapon she was holding.
“I said state your name!” she all but shouted, making Raen cringe a little.
“Raen…” he whispered quietly, not wanting to provoke the girl anymore than he already had. He watched as she stared at him, their eyes locking for a good minute before she lowered her gun and slid it into the holster that sat on her hip. She looked rather stunned, taking several steps closer to the brunette sitting in front of her.
“You aren’t infected.” It wasn’t a question, but a fact.
“No, we’re not.” Raen leaned to the side to peer around the woman, smiling as he took note of Xander’s fit form standing in the doorway. The girl spun around, her hand instantly dropping down to her gun. Xander held his hands up, not wanting to look threatening in any way.
“There are two of you?” Xander nodded, stepping past the girl to make his way to where Raen was sitting, resting his hand on his boyfriends shoulder. The blonde squeezed gently, almost in a reassuring manner.
“I didn’t think there were any other survivors.” The young woman eyed the two in front of her, speaking slowly, almost as if she believed they didn’t understand what she was saying.
“Neither did we,” Xander told her. “What’s your name?”
“Siska. You?”
“Xander,” the blonde replied. “And Raen.” He brushed his fingers through the younger males hair, smiling softly.
“It makes sense why we weren’t able to get in here as easily as we had hoped,” Raen mumbled. Siska frowned some, drumming her fingers ever so lightly against her weapon.
“What do you mean?” she asked him, watching as Raen slid from the bed he had been sitting on, moving to peer out of the window.
“You had this place locked down pretty well,” he explained, even though he didn’t turn to face her. “We had to search for a way in.”
“I didn’t think I had left any openings. I’m lucky those infected bastards outside didn’t take notice of it.” Xander sighed softly, watching Raen. He knew that the constant fact of being cooped up in buildings was taking its toll on the brunette, but there wasn’t anything he could do. If anything, he would have to make sure Raen had access to the hospital roof, even if it was only for short periods of time. He was sure that the fact that the hospital was made up of ten different floors meant that being on the roof wasn’t going to cause any problems. Raen had stood on the convenience store roof for hours at a time, and that had been less than a twenty foot drop.
“Where did you two come from?” Siska had directed her question to Raen, but the other brunette didn’t seem to have any will to answer her. She turned her eyes to Xander, silently asking the question again.
“It’s a long story, but we’re here and we’re alive. It doesn’t matter where we came from or how we got here--”
“It does if it means you could possibly be infected!” Siska interrupted. Xander rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall, resting one of his hands on Raen’s.
“We’re here, that’s all that matters,” Xander told her. “We shouldn’t have to explain ourselves to someone who pointed a gun at us.”
“You could have been infected!”
“You’re paranoid.” Raen’s voice was quiet, but Siska heard him none the less. Raen didn’t even give her a chance to respond to his comment, turning away from the window to face her.
“I understand that you’ve been alone for awhile, just like Xander and I have. That’s no excuse to give us the twenty questions bit. Yeah, you’re wearing army clothes and you’re carrying a weapon, but we aren’t part of any sort of army bullshit and we sure as hell aren’t going to be listening to you. I’d appreciate it if you backed the hell off and left us alone.” Xander was rather surprised by his brunette’s outburst, curling his arms around Raen’s slender shoulders.
“This is my safe house!” Siska all but shrieked, though the two in front of her didn’t seem phased by her little outburst.
“Did you bust into an army supply center and steal everything?” Raen questioned her, resting one hand on Xander’s arm. He knew that he was risking his and Xander’s safety, especially when it was Siska who was currently carrying the weapon. Once more he didn’t bother to let Siska answer, his free hand pointing towards the door.
“At this moment, right now, this is my room. Get the hell out, and unless we ask for your help, we don’t want anything to do with you. I’m sure that we can all exist together as long as we don’t go pissing one another off.” Siska huffed and spun on her heel, all but stalking out of the door, slamming it behind herself.
.
.
.
.
.
This is some insane shit we have going on today. I don’t honestly know how to sum it all up. There’s another survivor. We aren’t alone in this hospital. She seems to be a total pyscho and Xander and I don’t want to leave the room we’re in. We have all our supplies in here anyways, so it’s not like we don’t have food and water. Xander will go out tomorrow and raid the cafeteria, and we’ll start setting up for the next rain. I think we’ll be safe here. I think we can take some time and try and figure out what’s going on with the damn zombies.
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Do you like it?
Irrlich, I hope you enjoy your place in my fic! Though…Siska turned into something I wasn’t expecting, so I apologize for that.
Please review everyone!