Journal of a Survivor
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,944
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.
April 13th
Bambi4real: OMG! I’m happy you liked the twist! I was SO worried! *sighs hugely* Thank you SO much for reviewing!
Irrlich: Maybe there isn’t a conspiracy? I mean, it was a dream, right? It all never REALLY took place!
BlackCat03: I’m sorry that you got a little lost! I’ll try to be more consistant now!
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April 13th
The rain stopped not long after my last entry, much too early to start any sort of flooding. I mentioned that I wanted to relocate to some sort of lake and live in a house boat so we would always be safe. Siska laughed at me a little and Xander just held me tight. We’re not anywhere near any sort of water, so I know it’s a stupid plan. Well, stupid in the sense of that fact that we would die before we made it to the water. Smart because yes, we would always be safe and no long at risk for an attack. Maybe one day we can live on the water. I think I’m done with being on land. I want to swim every day and maybe even travel all over the world. Just me and Xander, together.
I wonder if my parents would have liked Xander. I wonder if they would have cared that I suddenly liked guys…Would I have even met Xander if it wasn’t for this happening? I don’t think that I would have. I probably would never have realized I liked boys and eneded up being miserable with some girl. Someone like Siska! I don’t think I could ever be with someone like Siska. Even though we’re friends now (even if it’s by default, really), I still see her as being way too head strong and commanding. She really is an army girl, and it shows.
I want the world to be okay again. I want to be able to drive my truck again, taking it on long trips and having tail-gate parties. I wouldn’t doubt that my truck has been pulled apart for parts, or burned…or something. I liked my truck…
My thoughts feel so random. I still don’t know how to deal with what went on in my head. I don’t want to experience anything like that ever again. I don’t want to believe that things are worse and that the army made this all happen. I don’t want that.
We need to find a new place to live. The attic isn’t that bad, so I’m not complaining, but I think we should get out of the city. Maybe there really IS a stronghold somewhere, where we can be safe and start a new life. Where we’re all protected and people stand watch, making sure the infected don’t come into the compound and kill us while we sleep. Warm beds and solar panels that provide energy. Kids running in the streets, making do with just their imagination and tossing what ever toy they might scavenge from a basement they were relocated into. I’m thinking way too much, I know I am. I’m trying to convince myself that everything is going to be okay.
I want everything to be okay again.
.
.
.
.
.
Xander rubbed his hands over his bare arms, waiting for his freshly washed clothes to dry on the small line that was strung up in the attic. They had filled every bucket, sink, and bathrub they could find. The sink was for washing themselves with a wash cloth. The tub was being used to wash their clothes, an old scrub board and a hand powered wringer having been found in the attic. Buckets held their drinking water, something they used first before using the bottles they had. Siska had been the one to get down on her knees beside the tub, demanding all of their clothing and leaving the two boys clad in skirts made of window curtains. It was chilly in the attic, and it didn’t help that Xander didn’t like the fact that Siska was in the second floor bathroom all on her own. Raen watched through the attic window, staying as hidden as was possible, making sure that the zombies weren’t coming closer to their home. So far he hadn’t seen anything, no zombies, no survivors, nothing. It was utterly quiet outside that it was starting to freak the small brunette out.
“Something’s up…” Raen muttered to himself, gripping the edge of the window ledge, trying not to blink so he wouldn’t miss any movement outside. Xander knew it was probably the blow to the head that had screwed with Raen, but he wasn’t about to try and convince his boyfriend that nothing was going on. Raen’s body was still tender from the fall, despite not breaking any bones, and that meant that Xander wasn’t getting any sort of action. The brunette didn’t want to cuddle, stating that his ribs hurt too much. He didn’t want to kiss Xander, complaining about the swapping of germs and how neither of them could afford to get sick again. There was no way in hell that Xander was going to get Raen to have sex with him, in fact, the blonde hadn’t even bothered to try and ask. He knew the answer would be something insane, maybe even Raen claiming that he was suddenly straight. That the fall had knocked some ‘sense’ into his pretty brown head. So Xander waited patiently like a good boyfriend, supporting Raen’s mumbling and defending the slender boy from Siska’s constant questioning about the ‘dream’ Raen had had.
“She’s been down there a long time,” Xander spoke, though he was pretty sure that Raen wasn’t even paying attention to what he was saying. “I’m going to go down and make sure she’s okay.” Raen waved a hand at his side a little, though he could have passed it off as brushing something away from him. Xander sighed softly and crossed the small space to place a soft kiss on Raen’s head, ignoring the slightly dirty hair. They were waiting for the next good rain to wash their hair. Hair didn’t stink as badly as dirty bodies did.
“She’ll be fine,” Raen told him quietly, one hand darting out to grip Xander’s wrist. “There hasn’t been any movement in almost two full days. Nothing is in the house, and if there was something, her army warrior training would have let us know. We blocked off the stairs with that dresser anyways.” Xander smiled, twisting his wrist to lace his fingers with Raen’s, simply holding his hand gently.
“Tell me we’ll stay together when this is all over,” he prodded with a soft voice. Raen turned his attention away from the window to peer up at the blonde, then down at their joined hands.
“Forever,” he almost whispered, so quiet that Xander had nearly missed it. The two locked eyes and Xander took advantage of the moment, quickly swooping down and kissing his little boyfriend on the lips. Raen protested for a moment, pressing his free hand to Xander’s chest for only a few seconds before simply curling it into a fist. The kiss lasted several long, wonderful seconds before Raen pulled back. He glared half-heartedly at Xander and turned his attention back to the window.
“Still no movement,” he said with a sigh, and Xander simply stroked his fingers through his dirty, brown hair. They weren’t sure what was going on with the undead walking humans that were throughout the city, especially when they were no longer roaming the city in search of human flesh. More specifically, Xander, Raen, and Siska’s human flesh, which was always on the move.
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That's it. That's all. I only have this because I was on a 14 hour drive from Grande Prairie, AB to Vernon, BC because my grandmother passed away.
I also apologize for sounding pissy. I'm a little stressed out.
Irrlich: Maybe there isn’t a conspiracy? I mean, it was a dream, right? It all never REALLY took place!
BlackCat03: I’m sorry that you got a little lost! I’ll try to be more consistant now!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
April 13th
The rain stopped not long after my last entry, much too early to start any sort of flooding. I mentioned that I wanted to relocate to some sort of lake and live in a house boat so we would always be safe. Siska laughed at me a little and Xander just held me tight. We’re not anywhere near any sort of water, so I know it’s a stupid plan. Well, stupid in the sense of that fact that we would die before we made it to the water. Smart because yes, we would always be safe and no long at risk for an attack. Maybe one day we can live on the water. I think I’m done with being on land. I want to swim every day and maybe even travel all over the world. Just me and Xander, together.
I wonder if my parents would have liked Xander. I wonder if they would have cared that I suddenly liked guys…Would I have even met Xander if it wasn’t for this happening? I don’t think that I would have. I probably would never have realized I liked boys and eneded up being miserable with some girl. Someone like Siska! I don’t think I could ever be with someone like Siska. Even though we’re friends now (even if it’s by default, really), I still see her as being way too head strong and commanding. She really is an army girl, and it shows.
I want the world to be okay again. I want to be able to drive my truck again, taking it on long trips and having tail-gate parties. I wouldn’t doubt that my truck has been pulled apart for parts, or burned…or something. I liked my truck…
My thoughts feel so random. I still don’t know how to deal with what went on in my head. I don’t want to experience anything like that ever again. I don’t want to believe that things are worse and that the army made this all happen. I don’t want that.
We need to find a new place to live. The attic isn’t that bad, so I’m not complaining, but I think we should get out of the city. Maybe there really IS a stronghold somewhere, where we can be safe and start a new life. Where we’re all protected and people stand watch, making sure the infected don’t come into the compound and kill us while we sleep. Warm beds and solar panels that provide energy. Kids running in the streets, making do with just their imagination and tossing what ever toy they might scavenge from a basement they were relocated into. I’m thinking way too much, I know I am. I’m trying to convince myself that everything is going to be okay.
I want everything to be okay again.
.
.
.
.
.
Xander rubbed his hands over his bare arms, waiting for his freshly washed clothes to dry on the small line that was strung up in the attic. They had filled every bucket, sink, and bathrub they could find. The sink was for washing themselves with a wash cloth. The tub was being used to wash their clothes, an old scrub board and a hand powered wringer having been found in the attic. Buckets held their drinking water, something they used first before using the bottles they had. Siska had been the one to get down on her knees beside the tub, demanding all of their clothing and leaving the two boys clad in skirts made of window curtains. It was chilly in the attic, and it didn’t help that Xander didn’t like the fact that Siska was in the second floor bathroom all on her own. Raen watched through the attic window, staying as hidden as was possible, making sure that the zombies weren’t coming closer to their home. So far he hadn’t seen anything, no zombies, no survivors, nothing. It was utterly quiet outside that it was starting to freak the small brunette out.
“Something’s up…” Raen muttered to himself, gripping the edge of the window ledge, trying not to blink so he wouldn’t miss any movement outside. Xander knew it was probably the blow to the head that had screwed with Raen, but he wasn’t about to try and convince his boyfriend that nothing was going on. Raen’s body was still tender from the fall, despite not breaking any bones, and that meant that Xander wasn’t getting any sort of action. The brunette didn’t want to cuddle, stating that his ribs hurt too much. He didn’t want to kiss Xander, complaining about the swapping of germs and how neither of them could afford to get sick again. There was no way in hell that Xander was going to get Raen to have sex with him, in fact, the blonde hadn’t even bothered to try and ask. He knew the answer would be something insane, maybe even Raen claiming that he was suddenly straight. That the fall had knocked some ‘sense’ into his pretty brown head. So Xander waited patiently like a good boyfriend, supporting Raen’s mumbling and defending the slender boy from Siska’s constant questioning about the ‘dream’ Raen had had.
“She’s been down there a long time,” Xander spoke, though he was pretty sure that Raen wasn’t even paying attention to what he was saying. “I’m going to go down and make sure she’s okay.” Raen waved a hand at his side a little, though he could have passed it off as brushing something away from him. Xander sighed softly and crossed the small space to place a soft kiss on Raen’s head, ignoring the slightly dirty hair. They were waiting for the next good rain to wash their hair. Hair didn’t stink as badly as dirty bodies did.
“She’ll be fine,” Raen told him quietly, one hand darting out to grip Xander’s wrist. “There hasn’t been any movement in almost two full days. Nothing is in the house, and if there was something, her army warrior training would have let us know. We blocked off the stairs with that dresser anyways.” Xander smiled, twisting his wrist to lace his fingers with Raen’s, simply holding his hand gently.
“Tell me we’ll stay together when this is all over,” he prodded with a soft voice. Raen turned his attention away from the window to peer up at the blonde, then down at their joined hands.
“Forever,” he almost whispered, so quiet that Xander had nearly missed it. The two locked eyes and Xander took advantage of the moment, quickly swooping down and kissing his little boyfriend on the lips. Raen protested for a moment, pressing his free hand to Xander’s chest for only a few seconds before simply curling it into a fist. The kiss lasted several long, wonderful seconds before Raen pulled back. He glared half-heartedly at Xander and turned his attention back to the window.
“Still no movement,” he said with a sigh, and Xander simply stroked his fingers through his dirty, brown hair. They weren’t sure what was going on with the undead walking humans that were throughout the city, especially when they were no longer roaming the city in search of human flesh. More specifically, Xander, Raen, and Siska’s human flesh, which was always on the move.
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That's it. That's all. I only have this because I was on a 14 hour drive from Grande Prairie, AB to Vernon, BC because my grandmother passed away.
I also apologize for sounding pissy. I'm a little stressed out.