Journal of a Survivor
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,938
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.
March 21st
Zane: I’m happy that you’re addicted! There has to be something that’s peaking your interest, and I hope I’m able to keep you interested!
Irrlich: I’m happy that you’re enjoying this! Yay! Who knows where I’m going to throw you next, but it should be interesting!
It's a slightly different format, starting with some action, and ending with Raen's journal.
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A loud, blaring sound jostled Raen and Xander awake, the two sitting up in the hospital beds they were occupying for the night. It was still dark outside, the pitch black hospital room becoming illuminated by bright flashes of light. It took a few moments for Xander to understand what was going on, the blonde swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
“Fire alarm,” he called over the horrible sound, moving to help Raen’s tired body off the bed and onto the floor. He wasn’t sure how the alarm was able to sound when there was no power, but he didn’t have time to question it. Together, Raen and Xander made their way out of the room and down the hallway, guided only by the near blinding fire alarm lights.
“I thought there was no power,” Raen almost had to shout as they passed by one of the alarms. Xander winced at the shrill noise and pointed Raen in the direction of the fire escape.
“There must be a working generator in this building,” Xander informed the slender brunette when they had made it into the stairwell. The noise wasn’t cut off completely, but the thick concrete muffled the alarms that were blaring on each floor. The fire escape stairs were lit by dull orange emergency lights, something that was much easier on the eyes than the blinding white lights.
“I don’t smell smoke,” Raen mumbled. He was carefully making his way down the stairs, not wanting to trip over himself. Xander kept a hand resting on Raen’s arm, worried that his young boyfriend would fall over in his sleep deprived state. While the alarms had woken the blonde completely and within moments of Xander waking up, they seemed to have no real affect on Raen.
“That doesn’t mean something isn’t wrong in the building. We can try and think positive by saying that it’s that Siska chick who set off the alarms, just to screw with us.” Xander pushed at the first floor door, not wanting to exit directly outside. When Raen hadn’t responded to what he had said, Xander turned his head to make sure the brunette had heard him. The alarms were almost deafening again, seeing as they were moving back into a main area. Raen’s eyes were locked on something over Xander’s shoulder, one hand fumbling to pull the blonde back into the stairwell. Xander turned to see what Raen was staring at, letting the brunette pull him back at the same time. Siska was standing at the main doors, watching the undead on the other side of the protective metal bars. The glass had been shattered and lay at Siska’s feet, the dark haired young woman laughing in a manner that Xander would have deemed insane. Smoke was curling up from the door, and from the weapon she held in her gloved hands. Raen had seen enough movies to know that Siska was holding an army issue flame thrower, or something along those same lines. He also knew that the young woman was responsible for setting off the alarms. Each blast of flesh melting fire caused louder groans from the zombies outside, their rotting flesh dropping off of their decaying bodies. The fire didn’t seem to be stopping them at all, instead, it seemed to be making them even more committed to getting inside the building. As flesh melted and fell away, blood stained and flame charred bones tried to reach through the metal bars, unrestricted by the bulky flesh that had once been holding their bones in place. As they stretched and groped, hoping to curling their undead fingers around Siska’s throat, bones started to crumble without the support of muscles and ligaments. The stench of the rotting flesh from those who were slowly crumbling into piles of melted skin and crumbling bones made Xander’s eyes burn and caused Raen to gag violently. Together, the two males shut the door and fled back up the stairs to avoid the smell. The smaller brunette made it halfway up to the second floor before he clutched the railing and lurched half of his body over the edge. Xander curled his arms around his boyfriend’s heaving form, gently pulling Raen’s hair away from his face. He wasn’t put off by the sound of Raen vomiting over the side of the stairs, or the wet sound of his stomach contents splattering on to the floor below.
“It’s okay…” he mumbled softly, fumbling in his pocket for something to help clean Raen’s mouth. His fingers curled around a small packet of tissues and he quickly pulled them up, helping his boyfriend clean the vomit from his lips.
“We’ll get you rinsed up when we get back to our room,” Xander assured him, keeping Raen in his arms as he and the brunette started staggering back up the stairs.
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March 21st
Siska is a hell of a lot scarier than I initially thought she was. She broke out all the glass on the main doors and was LAUGHING as she toasted the zombies through the security bars with a flame thrower! Laughing! The smell was so horrible and there was so much smoke that it set off the fire alarms. Apparently we have a generator in this building. It makes sense, considering this is a hospital and they would still need to support people, even with the power out. Xander thinks that we can get down to the basement via the stairs and maybe even get some water running. Maybe just enough to get a shower…Buckets of rain water only last so long, and I would rather not have to keep smelling like vomit. That stench down on the first floor was enough to make me puke. Most of it missed me, but I can still smell it. Xander and I decided to just throw my clothes out the window and now I’m walking around in a pair of scrubs. I hate hospital clothes, but at least it’s not one of those stupid gowns they give patients.
Xander says he loves me. I believe it. He held me the whole time I was barfing, and even wiped my mouth. When we made it back up the stairs and into our room, he cleaned me up with these baby wipe things and found the change of clothes for me. I just don’t know if I love him too…
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Please review!
Irrlich: I’m happy that you’re enjoying this! Yay! Who knows where I’m going to throw you next, but it should be interesting!
It's a slightly different format, starting with some action, and ending with Raen's journal.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A loud, blaring sound jostled Raen and Xander awake, the two sitting up in the hospital beds they were occupying for the night. It was still dark outside, the pitch black hospital room becoming illuminated by bright flashes of light. It took a few moments for Xander to understand what was going on, the blonde swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
“Fire alarm,” he called over the horrible sound, moving to help Raen’s tired body off the bed and onto the floor. He wasn’t sure how the alarm was able to sound when there was no power, but he didn’t have time to question it. Together, Raen and Xander made their way out of the room and down the hallway, guided only by the near blinding fire alarm lights.
“I thought there was no power,” Raen almost had to shout as they passed by one of the alarms. Xander winced at the shrill noise and pointed Raen in the direction of the fire escape.
“There must be a working generator in this building,” Xander informed the slender brunette when they had made it into the stairwell. The noise wasn’t cut off completely, but the thick concrete muffled the alarms that were blaring on each floor. The fire escape stairs were lit by dull orange emergency lights, something that was much easier on the eyes than the blinding white lights.
“I don’t smell smoke,” Raen mumbled. He was carefully making his way down the stairs, not wanting to trip over himself. Xander kept a hand resting on Raen’s arm, worried that his young boyfriend would fall over in his sleep deprived state. While the alarms had woken the blonde completely and within moments of Xander waking up, they seemed to have no real affect on Raen.
“That doesn’t mean something isn’t wrong in the building. We can try and think positive by saying that it’s that Siska chick who set off the alarms, just to screw with us.” Xander pushed at the first floor door, not wanting to exit directly outside. When Raen hadn’t responded to what he had said, Xander turned his head to make sure the brunette had heard him. The alarms were almost deafening again, seeing as they were moving back into a main area. Raen’s eyes were locked on something over Xander’s shoulder, one hand fumbling to pull the blonde back into the stairwell. Xander turned to see what Raen was staring at, letting the brunette pull him back at the same time. Siska was standing at the main doors, watching the undead on the other side of the protective metal bars. The glass had been shattered and lay at Siska’s feet, the dark haired young woman laughing in a manner that Xander would have deemed insane. Smoke was curling up from the door, and from the weapon she held in her gloved hands. Raen had seen enough movies to know that Siska was holding an army issue flame thrower, or something along those same lines. He also knew that the young woman was responsible for setting off the alarms. Each blast of flesh melting fire caused louder groans from the zombies outside, their rotting flesh dropping off of their decaying bodies. The fire didn’t seem to be stopping them at all, instead, it seemed to be making them even more committed to getting inside the building. As flesh melted and fell away, blood stained and flame charred bones tried to reach through the metal bars, unrestricted by the bulky flesh that had once been holding their bones in place. As they stretched and groped, hoping to curling their undead fingers around Siska’s throat, bones started to crumble without the support of muscles and ligaments. The stench of the rotting flesh from those who were slowly crumbling into piles of melted skin and crumbling bones made Xander’s eyes burn and caused Raen to gag violently. Together, the two males shut the door and fled back up the stairs to avoid the smell. The smaller brunette made it halfway up to the second floor before he clutched the railing and lurched half of his body over the edge. Xander curled his arms around his boyfriend’s heaving form, gently pulling Raen’s hair away from his face. He wasn’t put off by the sound of Raen vomiting over the side of the stairs, or the wet sound of his stomach contents splattering on to the floor below.
“It’s okay…” he mumbled softly, fumbling in his pocket for something to help clean Raen’s mouth. His fingers curled around a small packet of tissues and he quickly pulled them up, helping his boyfriend clean the vomit from his lips.
“We’ll get you rinsed up when we get back to our room,” Xander assured him, keeping Raen in his arms as he and the brunette started staggering back up the stairs.
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March 21st
Siska is a hell of a lot scarier than I initially thought she was. She broke out all the glass on the main doors and was LAUGHING as she toasted the zombies through the security bars with a flame thrower! Laughing! The smell was so horrible and there was so much smoke that it set off the fire alarms. Apparently we have a generator in this building. It makes sense, considering this is a hospital and they would still need to support people, even with the power out. Xander thinks that we can get down to the basement via the stairs and maybe even get some water running. Maybe just enough to get a shower…Buckets of rain water only last so long, and I would rather not have to keep smelling like vomit. That stench down on the first floor was enough to make me puke. Most of it missed me, but I can still smell it. Xander and I decided to just throw my clothes out the window and now I’m walking around in a pair of scrubs. I hate hospital clothes, but at least it’s not one of those stupid gowns they give patients.
Xander says he loves me. I believe it. He held me the whole time I was barfing, and even wiped my mouth. When we made it back up the stairs and into our room, he cleaned me up with these baby wipe things and found the change of clothes for me. I just don’t know if I love him too…
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Please review!