My Entire Fault
BajanCanadian x Jerome
Word Count: 1,298
Summary- The Sky Base, one of the last safe havens for Minecraftians, was running out of durable weapons. Jerome wanted to go on a mission to get an enchanting table and anvil—Mitch going with him, as well and Sky, Deadlox, Sparklez, and Ant. They went out in search of the items, not expecting to be caught overrun by zombies and separated.
"Lezgo biggums!" Mitch grabbed Jerome's hand and pulled him through the doorway of an abandoned building. They climbed the broken down steps, hopping over holes and dodging bits falling from the ceiling. Mitch launched the door open and they were outside, on the roof.
The two sat down and leaned against the roof door. Panting Jerome looked sideways at Mitch. "Do you think the others made it out safely?"
Mitch shrugged but looked back at his sweating friend. "Dunno. Sky and Deadlox went the opposite way but Sparklez and Ant—I thought they were following behind us." Jerome closed his eyes slightly and leaned his head on Mitch's shoulder, sighing.
"I hope they're alright. It's probably my fault anyways."
"No! Don't you dare say that Jerome. We were already running out of the good weapons and food," Mitch pulled Jerome's head away from his shoulder and looked at him. "It was not your fault." Jerome smiled sadly, shaking his head.
"But, it's my fault we got caught out here with barely anything to survive with."
"Jerome! No, it wasn't, they chose to come with us. So quit saying it was your fault," Mitch yelled at him. Jerome's eyes widened a fraction and he looked around widely. Noise seemed to draw the zombies closer to them. Mitch kissed Jerome's forehead and sighed. He stood up and looked at the sky, Jerome's eyes following him. "We should be safe for a while now, we are up pretty high."
Jerome smiled slightly at Mitch's attitude. He was about to stand up when he heard a gurgling noise come from their right. "M-Mitch?"
"I'll go check it out biggums." Mitch walked to the noise, it getting louder as he neared it. Jerome followed closely behind him, carefully grabbing onto the back of Mitch's jacket. The noise seemed to be emitting from a small closet type room in the corner of the rooftop.
When they stood in front of the door, Mitch gulped, looking back at Jerome. He pushed the door open with one hand, Jerome ready to bash the thing's head in with his axe. Inside the closet were two zombies feeding on what looked like human remains. The smells made Mitch take a small step back, earning a yelp from Jerome as he stepped on his foot. The two zombies looked up at them and sniffed the air. They slowly climbed to their feet and began to leave the small closet.
Jerome's breath caught before he broke out of his stupor and moved to chop off the zombie's head. He smoothly cut one zombie's head off; he glanced over at Mitch, smiling, until he realized that Mitch's sword had broken fighting off the zombies to get into this building. "Mitch!"
Jerome's scream made the Canadian lose his concentration for a moment, but when wrestling a zombie, you can't lose focus.
The zombie stretched his neck and made a bite at Mitch's shoulder, making contact. Mitch cried out as the zombie's teeth sunk into his flesh. Jerome made a battle cry and chopped the zombie's head off in one smooth clean motion. The zombie's body fell to the floor, blood spurting from the hole in his neck. The head rolled off Mitch's shoulder and the Canadian went down, clutching his shoulder.
"Mitch, no buddy, no!"
"I-I'm fine biggums, no need to worry." Mitch coughed slightly, a bit of blood dripping down his chin.
"No you're not Mitch!" Jerome hugged Mitch close to him. "This is my entire fault!"
"What… did I… tell you… about that?" Mitch panted. Jerome could sense the pain in his voice and the desperation.
"I'll- I'll get you back to the Sky Base… and-and they'll fix you up, right away," Jerome focused on keeping a calm front, failing miserably. He began to feel his tears welling up in his eyes and he hiccuped. Buying his face in Mitch's hair, he inhaled his best buds scent. "You—you have to hang on big-gums."
Mitch closed his eyes before opening them slightly. "Don't… think I can… biggums."
"But, Mitch—"
"There's always… something… I've wanted… to tell you…"
"You have to save—"
"No…" Mitch's eyes closed before opening to look at Jerome in the eyes. "I have… to get this… off my chest." Mitch breathed deeply for a few seconds, starting again. "I-I love you… Jerome." His eyes closed once more.
"Mitch! Don't you dare leave me!" Jerome carefully shook Mitch's shoulders. "I-I love you too! Please!"
Mitch's eyes closed and he breathed out, "I'm… glad." Jerome's eyes widened as he saw Mitch's breath stop and chest cease moving up and down.
"Mitch? No Mitch, please!" Jerome stood up quickly and stared down at the man he had loved since forever. "You-you can't—" He stopped when he heard a pained groaning come from below him. "Mitch?!"
Jerome knelt down once more and watched as Mitch's supposedly dead corpse coughed brutally, blood coating his chin. Mitch's coughs soon stopped and his chest moved in a normal manner. "Mitch, you-you're alright." Jerome smiled—until he saw Mitch open his eyes.
Jerome slid back, falling on his butt. "No-no!" Mitch's eyes were a pale blue-green. No longer did he have pupils and they looked blank. Mitch looked at Jerome staring, he groaned, pulling himself into a sitting position. Jerome glanced around and his eyes landed on his axe in front Mitch. I'll-I'll have to-
Zombie Mitch moaned and gurgled, more blood coming from his mouth. Jerome hiccuped once more and wiped away his tears. It was now or never, Zombie Mitch would be too preoccupied with him.
Jerome stood up slowly and Mitch looked at him, still in his sitting position. Jerome released a sob and leaned down to pick up his axe. "This… is my entire fault Mitch—I love you." Jerome stood, axe in hand and made his way to the Zombie Mitch, beginning to stand. He swung his axe behind his head and let out another sob. Zombie Mitch stuck his arms out as if he wanted a hug and Jerome swung his axe around, making smooth contact with Zombie Mitch's neck.
Zombie Mitch's head flew away from his body as it sunk to the ground, limp. Jerome dropped to his knees, staring at his hands. I just… I killed my best friend. He wiped his hands angrily on the ground, hoping to rid the blood from his hands. He released another sob but glanced up when he saw a shining silver piece out of the corner of his eye. He crawled to Mitch's headless body and saw the silver dog tags still around Mitch's neck.
He pulled the dog tags off and looked at them. They were Mitch's father's. Mitch had got them when he realized his father was dead at the start of the apocalypse. He pulled them over his head, ignoring the blood on them. Jerome stood up, clutching his axe and began an angry walk to the rooftop door, wiping his face with the back of his sleeve.
"I won't let your death be in vain Mitch, I will destroy every single one of them, come back for you, and give you a proper burial," Jerome had paused at the door, turning his head to look at the remnants of Mitch's body., his lifeless decapitated head staring back at him. "I love you."