Journal of a Survivor

Haru: I think you have pretty damn good english for it being a second language. I don’t think I can bring myself to kill Xander *pets the blonde* I hope that we ALL have a “Xander” if/when the world becomes infected with flesh eating zombies.
Irrlich: I know you didn’t review (you’re a busy girl!) but HAHA! You’ve been called a crazy bitch! *snickers madly*

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March 22nd

I don’t dare go anywhere near the first level, not as long as Siska is running around. Xander has been speculating that she’s from the same ward he worked at, but I don’t believe him. Much. I think she’s just disturbed by the zombies, and acting insane is her way of coping with the problem.
Eventually Xander and I will head down to the basement to check out the generator. It isn’t could enough to need heat anymore (not that we had any), but a hot shower would be amazing. I’m sure there has to be a huge sistern or something for this place. Even if it’s a five minute shower, I want it. I’ll share with Xander so we can get clean together… Okay… Maybe I want some shower sex. Xander’s made sure that I’m not all innocent and virginal about sex, so why not?
I often wonder what’s going to happen to us. What’s going on in the world? How many other cities were infected? How many have died? It’s pretty clear that I won’t see my family again, at least, not in the living sense. I think I’ve started seeing people I know, when I watch the zombies I mean. Familier clothing that’s full of rotting flesh. I don’t want to keep watching, just in case, but I just can’t bring myself to look away.

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“Raen?”

“Hm?”

“How long are we planning on staying here?” Xander asked, his body half laying off the end of the bed that he and Raen were occupying. Raen stroked his fingers over the cover of his journal, shrugging his shoulders, not that Xander was watching him.

“I’m pretty happy here. Despite the insane woman running around, I think we’re safe. Why?”

“Just wondering.”

“Are we going to check out the basement?” he asked, bumping one of his feet against the blonde’s shoulder.

“You just want a shower.”

“I want sex in the shower.” Xander twisted his head around, staring at his boyfriend from his almost upside down position. Raen smiled and shrugged his shoulders again.

“When did you want to go?”

“We could go now,” Raen almost mubled, carefully swinging a leg over Xander’s head as he moved off the bed.

“Why are you so quiet?” Xander sat up as well, slipping his feet back into his shoes, as he had kicked them off when he laid down on the bed. Raen tugged his own shoes on, frowning as the hell of his left shoe simply collapsed.

“You don’t want to stay here. You don’t want to bother with the generator, even though you’re the one who suggested.” The brunette slumped into a chair, fighting with his shoe. Xander sighed softly, kneeling in front of his boyfriend. It was normal to be frustrated and upset in the situation they were in. The blonde wasn’t going to argue or yell at the younger male, not for something so trivial. He gently pushed Raen’s hands away and helped him replace his shoe.

“We have to walk through the first floor to get to the door that leads down to the basement. I didn’t want to push you to go through that area, especially when there isn’t glass on the doors anymore,” Xander explained softly, replacing Raen’s shoe before he released the brunette’s foot. He honestly cared for the little male, even if they hadn’t been truly ‘together’ for very long. Sure, he could blaim his emotions on the dire situation they were in, but Xander felt that it was something more.

“I’m sorry…” Xander quickly lifted his head to gaze at Raen. The eighteen year old had spoken in such a sad voice that it had startled the blonde. Rising up on to his knees, Xander cupped Raen’s face in his hands and brushed away the tears that were streaking down his cheeks.

“Everything is going to be okay. I promise we’ll survive this.”

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After some crying (me) and some sheer patience (Xander), we maed it down to the basement. The things outside were reaching for us the entire time, their blood stained hands reaching through the bars. I covered my ears and Xander made sure I didn’t look at them as we walked, placing his hands on either side of my face, like the blinders that race horses wear. I had to hum to drown out the groaning, even with my ears covered. Xander told me that there were no bones left from yesterday. I don’t know why they move the bones, or what they do with them, but it’s a good question. They’re dead, kind of. What could they possibly do with the bones?
The basement was surprisingly warm when we made it down staris, and it was set up with many rooms. Xander fought with the generator (though he’s not very handy) and I just wandered around. None of the doors were locked (which was strange) and the rooms looked like science labs. There were labeled beakers and vials that were full of different colored liquids. Xander must have gotten the generator working at that moment because they lights flicked on, startling me, and there was a draft of cold air all of a sudden. There was a small refridgerator in one corner of the room, but the door was open. I think they were vials in the ‘fridge too, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. Xander started shouting about water and heaters, or something like that, so I left the room. The air was starting to smell funny anyways. All the rooms looked the same though, and I think it’s weird that they all had ‘fridges and smelled funny. I asked Xander if he smelled anything while we were leaving. He didn’t. Maybe it was just me.
Either way, the shower in this room is working and I plan to make use of it.

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Blonde hair mixed with water darkened brown, the two males clutching one another under the blast of the shower water. Raen had no idea that such a position was possible, but at the current moment, he couldn’t think about it. Each thrust of Xander’s strong hips made the younger teen cry out his pleasure. The sheet depth that Xander’s penis was reaching was enough to make Raen’s toes curl. He was clutching Xander with his arms locked around the blonde’s neck, jagged nails dragging down the back of the blonde’s sensitive neck, causing pleasured groans. Xander’s strong hips and hands were keeping Raen off the floor of the shower, the brunette pressed against the shower wall with his legs locked around Xander’s hips. Fingers scrambled aainst wet flesh as Xander pulled Raen’s hips down with each thrust. The water pouring down on them was starting to cool, but neither male could care. The brunette was starting to chant his lovers name, arching his back.

“Please…Xan…More!” he cried, tightening his legs around Xander’s slick hips. The sweet spot deep inside him was being thrust against almost constantly, giving Raen intense flashes of pure pleasure. They were panting and gasping against one another, coming closer and closer to release. Xander released one hand from Raen’s small hip to begin stroking the brunette’s leaking member.

“Want you to cum for me…” he ground out, bracing his legs to increase his thrusting. Raen cried out, the added stimulation driving him wild. Xander watched as his young lover came, spilling himself all over the blonde’s hand. The glorious sight was enough to send Xander over the edge as well. Releasing Raen’s sensitive penis, Xander resumed his hard thrusting now that he was able to grip Raen’s hips with both hands. With a loud groan, the blonde felt his hips surge forward, coating Raen’s insides with his seed. Together, they slumped to the floor of the tiny shower. Raen fumbled to turn off the water, his body sore in such a wonderful way. He would have given anything to be able to keep Xander deep inside his body, but it wasn’t a possibility. Soon their bodies would cool and they would need to get out of the shower and dry off, but for the time being, the two were curled together, basking in post orgasm bliss.

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Holy shit...I wrote sex! Please review!!!