Journal of a Survivor
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,928
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.
January 22nd
Look look look! We're back to where we left off! I don't need to edit anymore!
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January 22nd, 2012
Some of my more vitamin rich food is missing from my stash in the lounge, stocked in the cupboards because it’s vital to keeping me healthy. Cupboards being opened and closed means it’s a live, breathing, non-infected human who is in this building. I don’t know why they haven’t approached me yet, but I know it can’t be because they don’t know I’m here. It’s pretty obvious. I mean, I went around yesterday calling out to the store to see if anyone else was around. I’m not some zombie wandering around looking for my next victim! I talk, I walk normally, I’m eating real food and living in a building that’s blocked up from the inside! Who ever this person is, they’re stupid to not come out and fess up that they’re stealing my supplies and nearly exposed an opening to the dead outside.
The radio doesn’t even have static anymore, just dead air which is even more disturbing than the supposed voices I’m hearing. At least when there was static, I had hopes that someone’s radio transmitter was still functioning. Now that it’s just dead air…I don’t know if I can be hopeful anymore. I mean, yeah, someone is running around my building and may just be an asset to survival, but they have to at least come to me!
Sitting here, waiting to be discovered by the damn food thief is boring as living hell. Wait, I’m in a living hell. But yes, I am sitting on the lounge table, awaiting the person who keeps stealing my food. I’m ever so slightly out of sight of the door so when they come in, they won’t see me right away. Maybe I should have brought a net or something, but I don’t want to terrify the person more than they probably already are. I mean, they have to be scared if they’re sneaking around me, right?
Why am I keeping this journal again?
Wait…I hear footsteps…Ah, the power of a concrete floor. It destroys your back but it’s amazing for hearing people sneaking up on you.
January 22nd, 2012
Later in the day
So…Well…It was a boy. A teenager really. Well, not a real teenager. He’s a little older than me, I think he said nineteen. Hang on, let me ask.
I’m talking to my bloody journal like it’s a person…
Yes, nineteen. He’s nineteen. Blonde hair, brown eyes. He’s a little taller than me, so, maybe like five foot ten? I’m about five foot eight, but I’m still growing. Then again, I haven’t been measured since all of this began, so maybe I’ve grown. His name is Xander. What kind of name is Xander? Who names their kid Xander anyways?
I’m still talking to this journal like it’s a person.
He wants to read my journal, like maybe I’ve written some amazing work or discovered a cure or something. I’m not that smart, at least, I don’t think I am.
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“So…how long have you been in this store?” Raen lifted his head from his journal to peer at the blonde sitting across from him, taking note of his dirty, blood stained clothes and shaggy hair.
“How long have you been sneaking around in this store and why didn’t you just tell me you were here? It’s not like I resemble one of those stupid zombies trying to eat brains out there!” Raen retorted, closing his journal and keeping it close to his chest. The last thing he wanted was this random, nearly adult, male to go flipping through his personal thoughts. Earlier entries in the journal were horribly personal, and Raen didn’t want Xander, if that was his real name, to be reading such things.
“I’m sorry. The stench from that bathroom on the west side was enough to rattle my brain,” Xander shot back. Raen rolled his eyes, drumming his finger tips on the face of his journal.
“Yeah, it was sealed off for a reason. You aren’t the brightest person in this building, are you?”
“Hey now, that’s uncalled for! I thought maybe you had been able to trap one of the flesh eaters in the bathroom!” Raen blinked at Xander as though he had gone insane, staring at the young male in front of him.
“So you wanted to let it out then? You haven’t been on your own very long, have you?” Xander shrugged his shoulders, pulling dirty knees against his chest.
“I escaped out of the ward down on Brinning Street last week when one of the zombies must have set off the emergency escape procedures. It’s a large button in the main security room and I bet they swarmed the guards who were watching us.”
“So you’re mental?”
“They call it ‘unstable’ in the ward.”
“Are you going to murder me in my sleep?”
“I’m not mental! I was a nurse there.” Raen shook his head with a sigh. He had already noticed that Xander hadn’t brought any sort of supplies with him, especially not blankets or his own food.
“You are the most complicated person I have ever met, and for some reason, I’m starting to regret ever meeting you. I should have just tossed you back out through the window you broke in through,” Raen muttered to himself, running a hand through his own slightly shaggy hair. At least being surrounded by beauty supplies meant he could keep his hair brushed. After the first month of not being able to wash his hair, Raen had discovered that his hair had found it’s own balance and was keeping itself moderately clean.
“You’re just cruel. I think you’re hot.”
“What?!” Raen jumped to his feet, his journal thumping down onto the floor beneath him.
“What kind of sick jokes are you trying to pull on me?!” Xander shrugged his shoulders once more and moved to his feet as well.
“I’m not kidding you, playing a joke on you, or generally screwing with your mind. I’ve been surrounded by mental patients and ugly security guards for the last eight months. You are incredibly hot and I’d love to shag you,” Xander answered truthfully, grinning as he looked Raen up and down. He didn’t give the brunette in front of him time to give any sort of a response before he tackled Raen back against the table. Xander pressed his lips against Raen’s, quickly pressing one of his knees between Raen’s thighs. He wasn’t going to give the beautiful young male under him any chance to protest, especially when Xander hadn’t had sex in the last year.
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January 22nd, 2012
Some of my more vitamin rich food is missing from my stash in the lounge, stocked in the cupboards because it’s vital to keeping me healthy. Cupboards being opened and closed means it’s a live, breathing, non-infected human who is in this building. I don’t know why they haven’t approached me yet, but I know it can’t be because they don’t know I’m here. It’s pretty obvious. I mean, I went around yesterday calling out to the store to see if anyone else was around. I’m not some zombie wandering around looking for my next victim! I talk, I walk normally, I’m eating real food and living in a building that’s blocked up from the inside! Who ever this person is, they’re stupid to not come out and fess up that they’re stealing my supplies and nearly exposed an opening to the dead outside.
The radio doesn’t even have static anymore, just dead air which is even more disturbing than the supposed voices I’m hearing. At least when there was static, I had hopes that someone’s radio transmitter was still functioning. Now that it’s just dead air…I don’t know if I can be hopeful anymore. I mean, yeah, someone is running around my building and may just be an asset to survival, but they have to at least come to me!
Sitting here, waiting to be discovered by the damn food thief is boring as living hell. Wait, I’m in a living hell. But yes, I am sitting on the lounge table, awaiting the person who keeps stealing my food. I’m ever so slightly out of sight of the door so when they come in, they won’t see me right away. Maybe I should have brought a net or something, but I don’t want to terrify the person more than they probably already are. I mean, they have to be scared if they’re sneaking around me, right?
Why am I keeping this journal again?
Wait…I hear footsteps…Ah, the power of a concrete floor. It destroys your back but it’s amazing for hearing people sneaking up on you.
January 22nd, 2012
Later in the day
So…Well…It was a boy. A teenager really. Well, not a real teenager. He’s a little older than me, I think he said nineteen. Hang on, let me ask.
I’m talking to my bloody journal like it’s a person…
Yes, nineteen. He’s nineteen. Blonde hair, brown eyes. He’s a little taller than me, so, maybe like five foot ten? I’m about five foot eight, but I’m still growing. Then again, I haven’t been measured since all of this began, so maybe I’ve grown. His name is Xander. What kind of name is Xander? Who names their kid Xander anyways?
I’m still talking to this journal like it’s a person.
He wants to read my journal, like maybe I’ve written some amazing work or discovered a cure or something. I’m not that smart, at least, I don’t think I am.
.
.
.
.
.
“So…how long have you been in this store?” Raen lifted his head from his journal to peer at the blonde sitting across from him, taking note of his dirty, blood stained clothes and shaggy hair.
“How long have you been sneaking around in this store and why didn’t you just tell me you were here? It’s not like I resemble one of those stupid zombies trying to eat brains out there!” Raen retorted, closing his journal and keeping it close to his chest. The last thing he wanted was this random, nearly adult, male to go flipping through his personal thoughts. Earlier entries in the journal were horribly personal, and Raen didn’t want Xander, if that was his real name, to be reading such things.
“I’m sorry. The stench from that bathroom on the west side was enough to rattle my brain,” Xander shot back. Raen rolled his eyes, drumming his finger tips on the face of his journal.
“Yeah, it was sealed off for a reason. You aren’t the brightest person in this building, are you?”
“Hey now, that’s uncalled for! I thought maybe you had been able to trap one of the flesh eaters in the bathroom!” Raen blinked at Xander as though he had gone insane, staring at the young male in front of him.
“So you wanted to let it out then? You haven’t been on your own very long, have you?” Xander shrugged his shoulders, pulling dirty knees against his chest.
“I escaped out of the ward down on Brinning Street last week when one of the zombies must have set off the emergency escape procedures. It’s a large button in the main security room and I bet they swarmed the guards who were watching us.”
“So you’re mental?”
“They call it ‘unstable’ in the ward.”
“Are you going to murder me in my sleep?”
“I’m not mental! I was a nurse there.” Raen shook his head with a sigh. He had already noticed that Xander hadn’t brought any sort of supplies with him, especially not blankets or his own food.
“You are the most complicated person I have ever met, and for some reason, I’m starting to regret ever meeting you. I should have just tossed you back out through the window you broke in through,” Raen muttered to himself, running a hand through his own slightly shaggy hair. At least being surrounded by beauty supplies meant he could keep his hair brushed. After the first month of not being able to wash his hair, Raen had discovered that his hair had found it’s own balance and was keeping itself moderately clean.
“You’re just cruel. I think you’re hot.”
“What?!” Raen jumped to his feet, his journal thumping down onto the floor beneath him.
“What kind of sick jokes are you trying to pull on me?!” Xander shrugged his shoulders once more and moved to his feet as well.
“I’m not kidding you, playing a joke on you, or generally screwing with your mind. I’ve been surrounded by mental patients and ugly security guards for the last eight months. You are incredibly hot and I’d love to shag you,” Xander answered truthfully, grinning as he looked Raen up and down. He didn’t give the brunette in front of him time to give any sort of a response before he tackled Raen back against the table. Xander pressed his lips against Raen’s, quickly pressing one of his knees between Raen’s thighs. He wasn’t going to give the beautiful young male under him any chance to protest, especially when Xander hadn’t had sex in the last year.