Journal of a Survivor
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,949
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.
May 30th
Haru: I decided that it was better to post two small chapters, instead of one large one. Mostly because of my issues with motivation and the urge to write. I hope that you like this chapter too! And no, I’ve never heard of “The Walking Dead” comics before.
Bambi4Real: So…is there where you think Raen went?
BlackCat03: (first response) Hehe, my co-workers call me ma’am at random. They say it to each other too. It’s weird! *hugglies* It’s all good ^_^ I didn’t mean to seem like I was yelling at you.
(second response) Thank you *hugs tight*
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May 30th
The crying sounded so far away, almost as though I was hearing it through several muffled layers. My mind had started screaming at me to open my eyes and start moving, to pick Loki up and hold him close until he stopped crying. I wanted to so badly, but try as I might, I just couldn’t force myself to open my eyes, let alone get up. What ever I was laying on didn’t seem hard, like the ground or the rough concrete of a buildings floor. It sure wasn’t a soft, comfortable bed either. Loki’s cried stopped almost abruptly, and the terror of my beautiful ‘son’ being taken away from me, or worse, was enough to help me force my eyes open. It almost looked as though I was in a tent, but the fabric above my head looked like canvas, but there were more important things on my mind. It took some serious effort to turn my head to the side, blinking my blurry eyes in the direction where Loki’s cries had been coming from. There was an army style camping cot only two feet away, and it looked as though a small body had once been laying on it. The blankets only covered half of the cot, more than enough to act as a bed for Loki. I knew that my body wasn’t going to move, at least, not under my own power, but I wanted to find Loki. It took some effort but I was able to turn my head to the other side, though now I wish I hadn’t. My eyes went wide when I saw Siska’s bandaged body laying on the cot beside me. Blood had soaked through in many places, and I wondered what had happened to her. She had always been the strongest in our little group, so if she had been injured, what had happened to Xander? Was I injured as well? Darkness was creeping into the edges of my vision, and I struggled to stay awake. Somehow I had survived the zombie hoards, and Loki’s strong crying had to mean that he was going to be okay. But Siska hadn’t looked as though she had been breathing, and Xander was nowhere in my line of sight.
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Raen blinked open sleepy eyes with a soft groan, hearing Loki’s high pitched wail. The brunette forced himself to sit up, fumbling to get his legs over the side of the bed.
“I’m coming Loki…” he mumbled, grabbing at the pair of crutches that lay on the floor under his cot. His shattered right let was a hindrance, but he was willing to deal with it if it meant that he was alive. He avoided looking at the empty cot behind his own, not wanting to be reminded of what had happened. Siska hadn’t been able to survive being doused I boiling tar, but her sacrifice has not been in vain. She had distracted the undead long enough that Xander, Raen, and little Loki had been able to escape. The military had brought both males, and little Loki, into the protective confines of the high walled fortress with only a moment or two to spare. Sadly, Xander had been bitten, and in order to hold off the rapidly spreading infection, the army men who had recued the ‘family’ had quickly removed Xander’s arm at the shoulder. It seemed that only Loki had come out of the horrible situation without a single scratch on him.
“He’s keeping you on your toes, isn’t it?” Raen smiled, holding Loki close as he turned to face the tent flap. Xander was still covered in bandages across his chest and shoulders, but Raen didn’t care. The man he loved was alive, he himself would heal, and together they would raise Loki.
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So…yeah…that’s it. Sorry if it sucks… I realize you all think that it was short, abrupt, and just plain crappy. But you have to realize that after the chapter before this one, I lost interest 100% in this story. My brain simply shut down. So I managed to whip this up, and although I had planned to maybe add more to it. Then someone killed my cat. I haven't wanted to do ANYTHING other than school work since then. I'm sorry that this chapter is such a piece of crap. I managed to put a final journal post in it, and wrapped up the characters in what I thought was a nice way.
Other than that, I tried my best. I'm sorry if it wasn't what you were hoping for. I was trying to be unpredictable.
I think I spelt that word wrong...Damn lack of spell check! *huffs* Sorry to rant a little.
LUVVIES TO EVERYONE WHO READ THIS!!!!
Bambi4Real: So…is there where you think Raen went?
BlackCat03: (first response) Hehe, my co-workers call me ma’am at random. They say it to each other too. It’s weird! *hugglies* It’s all good ^_^ I didn’t mean to seem like I was yelling at you.
(second response) Thank you *hugs tight*
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May 30th
The crying sounded so far away, almost as though I was hearing it through several muffled layers. My mind had started screaming at me to open my eyes and start moving, to pick Loki up and hold him close until he stopped crying. I wanted to so badly, but try as I might, I just couldn’t force myself to open my eyes, let alone get up. What ever I was laying on didn’t seem hard, like the ground or the rough concrete of a buildings floor. It sure wasn’t a soft, comfortable bed either. Loki’s cried stopped almost abruptly, and the terror of my beautiful ‘son’ being taken away from me, or worse, was enough to help me force my eyes open. It almost looked as though I was in a tent, but the fabric above my head looked like canvas, but there were more important things on my mind. It took some serious effort to turn my head to the side, blinking my blurry eyes in the direction where Loki’s cries had been coming from. There was an army style camping cot only two feet away, and it looked as though a small body had once been laying on it. The blankets only covered half of the cot, more than enough to act as a bed for Loki. I knew that my body wasn’t going to move, at least, not under my own power, but I wanted to find Loki. It took some effort but I was able to turn my head to the other side, though now I wish I hadn’t. My eyes went wide when I saw Siska’s bandaged body laying on the cot beside me. Blood had soaked through in many places, and I wondered what had happened to her. She had always been the strongest in our little group, so if she had been injured, what had happened to Xander? Was I injured as well? Darkness was creeping into the edges of my vision, and I struggled to stay awake. Somehow I had survived the zombie hoards, and Loki’s strong crying had to mean that he was going to be okay. But Siska hadn’t looked as though she had been breathing, and Xander was nowhere in my line of sight.
.
.
.
.
.
Raen blinked open sleepy eyes with a soft groan, hearing Loki’s high pitched wail. The brunette forced himself to sit up, fumbling to get his legs over the side of the bed.
“I’m coming Loki…” he mumbled, grabbing at the pair of crutches that lay on the floor under his cot. His shattered right let was a hindrance, but he was willing to deal with it if it meant that he was alive. He avoided looking at the empty cot behind his own, not wanting to be reminded of what had happened. Siska hadn’t been able to survive being doused I boiling tar, but her sacrifice has not been in vain. She had distracted the undead long enough that Xander, Raen, and little Loki had been able to escape. The military had brought both males, and little Loki, into the protective confines of the high walled fortress with only a moment or two to spare. Sadly, Xander had been bitten, and in order to hold off the rapidly spreading infection, the army men who had recued the ‘family’ had quickly removed Xander’s arm at the shoulder. It seemed that only Loki had come out of the horrible situation without a single scratch on him.
“He’s keeping you on your toes, isn’t it?” Raen smiled, holding Loki close as he turned to face the tent flap. Xander was still covered in bandages across his chest and shoulders, but Raen didn’t care. The man he loved was alive, he himself would heal, and together they would raise Loki.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So…yeah…that’s it. Sorry if it sucks… I realize you all think that it was short, abrupt, and just plain crappy. But you have to realize that after the chapter before this one, I lost interest 100% in this story. My brain simply shut down. So I managed to whip this up, and although I had planned to maybe add more to it. Then someone killed my cat. I haven't wanted to do ANYTHING other than school work since then. I'm sorry that this chapter is such a piece of crap. I managed to put a final journal post in it, and wrapped up the characters in what I thought was a nice way.
Other than that, I tried my best. I'm sorry if it wasn't what you were hoping for. I was trying to be unpredictable.
I think I spelt that word wrong...Damn lack of spell check! *huffs* Sorry to rant a little.
LUVVIES TO EVERYONE WHO READ THIS!!!!