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So Tim, we finally had some shit go down! Story time: So, as Jack and I went into the shop looking for a good bit more food, we were met with a horde of zombies. Jack immediately pushed me behind him, and held his axe out in front of him, ready to attack any of them near us. They saw or heard us and turned towards us, lumbering and groaning at us. The first one that got to us, Jack immediately swung at it and cut it's head off. After that, it was kind of a blur. We were just swinging at all the zombies, watching all sorts of body parts rolling around on the floor. After the 50 or so zombies were killed and after they stopped twitching, we looted the store and got enough food to last us about 2 weeks comfortably. There was still more food, but we can get that later. I think Jack got hurt, but he won't tell me where. I'm going to see if I can get some information off of him so I can help him get better. Later, Tim.
August 19, 2015
"Jack, I know you got bit somewhere. Why won't you tell me where? I just wanna help you." I frowned at him, watching as he sat by the fireplace, warming his hands up and wincing every time he moved.
"It's not tha' big of a deal, Mark. I'll be fine, it doesn't even hurt. I promise."
"Well now I know you're lying because I just watched you wince when you sat down and you're still flinching every time you move." I crossed my arms and sat next to him, trying to get him to look my way. He just turned his head away and pouted, crossing his arms over his chest and instantly wincing and hissing in pain.
"It really doesn't hurt Mark. Can you just leave me alone?"
"Well there's no need to get grumpy about it. I'm just trying to help you feel better, but if you don't want to, that's up to you. You can be the one in pain so that when I try to cuddle you I can't because you're too brave to ask for some damn help when you need it. I'll be laying down, you can come when you either want some help, or the couch is open and available." I stormed off and went to the bedroom, laying down and covering my head with the blanket.
I could hear Jack rummaging around downstairs, as if looking for something. I could also hear crying, but I didn't know what for, I offered him help and he just rejected it. Not my fault.
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After about an hour or so, I heard footsteps leading to the bedroom. I wasn't asleep, I had been listening up Jack cry and whisper to himself the entire time.
"Mark, are you awake? I-I wanted to talk to you about something." I felt him sit on the side of the bed, and then heard him sigh loudly. "It's ok if you don't want to listen to me, I wouldn' listen to me either. I'm sorry 'bout rejectin' your offer to help, but the last time I asked for help, someone died, an-and I can't lose you Mark. You're the only thing I have left in this god-forsaken wasteland." I could hear his breath hitching and the muffled sobs coming from his throat. "You're the most important thing to me and if I lost you, I don' know what I'd do. I'm so sorry Mark. You deserve better than some messed up foreigner. You deserve better than me." He was sobbing at this point and all I could do was wrap my arms around him, trying to comfort him. This was my fault, anyway, not his.
"No Jack, it isn't your fault and you can always ask me for help. Jack, I want you, not anybody else. I don't think that I could go a day without hearing your Irish accent mess up so many common words I hear everyday. I don't want someone normal and American. What's the fun in that?" I sat up and pulled him into my lap. "Don't cry Jackaboy. I don't wanna see that pretty face all messed up by tears." He let out a tiny giggle and I saw a blush creep up onto his cheeks and I grinned at him. "Now c'mon. Why don't we take a look at that bite mark on your side, that's where you've been hurting, isn't it?" I pulled him off the bed and he reached for my hand, nodding and entwining our fingers together with one hand and wiping his tears with the other.
We walked to the couch where I wrapped his side, which had a pretty nasty bite mark in it, and we ate a great dinner of cold cut sandwiches and potato chips we found at the store. We finished off with a roll of chocolate chip cookies each (which we may have fed to each other, resulting in lots of smeared chocolate and sweet kisses) and falling asleep on the couch with the fire simmering down to a light glow, almost like a nightlight in the cabin.