Whiskey In Jars
Hi! You are now about to read a short fic to do with Eddie/Nick.
If you don't like it then don't read, simples!
Not much to say but hope you enjoy and please leave a review if you do! :)
Eddie had been wandering the forests for far too long now...
It has been around three weeks since Eddie had to give up his precious, old and tattered car. For he couldn't find any sign of fuel or tools to repair the damage he and Wyatt had put the car through.
Wyatt...
Eddie missed his good friend dearly. He lost him a while ago, on the fourth day of the outbreak to be exact. Eddie deeply regretted leaving Wyatt behind, but he had no choice... The crazy man in the truck had found him and was going to kill him. Escaping was the only option for Eddie.
Yes, he still called himself a coward but he truly cared for his friend. He'd known Wyatt since he was fourteen and couldn't help but to admit he felt a slight strange affection towards his bearded hipster friend, as he would call him. Not just a best friend sort of affection, but something more than that... Every since his Ex-girlfriend Abigail dumped him, Wyatt was always there even though Eddie could openly admit he never really felt as if he was 'in love' with the woman. He'd always make gay jokes a lot, but never did he think that he was falling for the man he had left behind...
However sadly, it had been approximately around sixteen months maybe even two years since the start of the outbreak and Eddie has found no sign of Wyatt, not even another friendly face, just bandits and cults which he surprisingly has managed to keep away from, despite how clumsy and stupid he was. Maybe being independent was good. It meant that you only had to think about yourself and what you need, but even the most independent person feels lonely at one point, and Eddie felt that feeling every day. He wanted to see Wyatt, or if there was any hope, another one of his friends from the past... but from what he knew, they were all dead. Wyatt too...
For three empty weeks, without his car, Eddie has been wandering the wilds with no intention of where to go next. He had a pistol with two bullets and a pocket knife. Water would be drunk at streams or rivers and food would have to be berries or anything in abandoned sheds or cabins. Eddie was too far out into the forest to be even close to a town or village. He was truly lost, and truthfully close to death. This was no way to survive.
But it was the sight of a small shed that once again, caught Eddie's eye. It had been a week since he last saw any sign of a building. The shed may have nothing but it was getting dark fast as time progressed and Eddie needed some sort of refuge to protect himself from walkers for the night.
Without second thought, Eddie strolled over casually to the small and what looked to be abandoned shed. There was one walker roaming around the wooden doors but Eddie swiftly took care of it, using his pocket knife to take a quick stab through the back of the head. He mentally praised himself as the walker fell to the solid ground. It had only been around three weeks ago that Eddie started to take care of walkers up close. The whole time he had his car he would always try and avoid walkers as much as possible. Killing them almost felt like an accomplishment.
Once the coast was fully clear and all around him echoed silence, Eddie took hold of the rusty metal handles of the shed and pulled, only to realise that these were the type of doors that had to be pushed...
Way to go Eddie! Wyatt sarcastically remarked in the back of Eddie's mind.
Thanks asshole. Eddie replied with a small grin.
Attempting to open the doors again, Eddie pushed, however to no avail.
That's strange... Eddie thought. He applied more force on the two doors but came to notice that something what blocking them from the inside.
Again, Eddie pushed harder on the wooden doors, now desperate to have a look at what could be inside before a mumbling groan reached his ears, startling the man for a second.
At first, Eddie assumed it was a walker and found himself backing away from the doors ever so slowly. It made sense however, a person trapping themselves inside this shed to then die from starvation and come back as the dead... But Eddie didn't want to just leave, he had to see whether it was in fact a walker inside.
"Hello?" Eddie called out into the shed, pressing his face up against the wooden doors.
There was no reply but another groan/sigh. Eddie was sure it was a man inside and not a walker.
"Hello?" Eddie repeated.
Again, no reply other than the sound of something shifting around, followed by the sound of something being dragged away, like a box or a crate that secured the doors shut.
Before the doors swung open, the voice from inside questioned. Eddie didn't really know if what he was doing was the smartest thing but he needed help. Maybe answers from the man if he knew anyway of getting out the damn forest.
"Is that you? Luke?" the man questioned. His voice slurred and his accent sounded slightly southern. Definitely not Wyatt...
"Na, I'm Eddie... can you help me?" Eddie honestly answered.
"Eddie? The fuck d'you want?" The shed's doors suddenly swung open and Eddie got to see the man up close and personal.
"No trouble, just a little help..." Eddie quickly replied. He eyed the man who stood leaning against one of the wooden doors. He looked exhausted and skinny. He had raven black hair and mesmerising blue eyes. On top his head he wore a red cap with some sort of halo symbol from what Eddie could guess. He was then completed with a navy blue 'Chasers' shirt and camouflaged trousers.
"Go away." the man said right after, also attempting to re-close the doors. He almost sounded drunk like he wouldn't remember this conversation by the morning...
"Wait, please... do you have any supplies? Please I need help..." Eddie pleaded, trying to get a look at what could be inside. He could smell the other man's breath and by now knew that he had been drinking.
A drink... Eddie could really use one of those.
"What makes you think I have supplies? I don't fucking live here!" the man snapped, eyeing Eddie closely.
"I can smell Whiskey off of you..." Eddie says almost hopefully. He tries to shun a smirk but cannot really find himself doing so.
"What? You wanna get me drunk so you can just kill me afterwards?!" the man questions, his voice becoming louder and echoing the forest. Walker groans could be heard near by, allowing Eddie to feel a rush of nerves smack him across the face.
"Man, keep your voice down! Walkers are out there!" Eddie snaps quietly, looking around behind him before looking back to the black haired man.
"Who the fuck cares anyway?" the man says, clearly not fazed.
"Hey, you alright? Lost your group or something?" Eddie decided to try and get to know the man a little better before begging for some alcohol.
"Kinda, uncle's dead and little girl left to get back to the cabin..." the man explains, mentally slapping himself for revealing so much.
"A cabin, huh?" Eddie remarks.
"Don't get any bright ideas." the man says before letting out a small grin for God know's why. It was most probably the alcohol.
"I'm not... so, what's your name?" Eddie casually decides to ask. He'd hate to say it but although this man was drunk and came off as quite rude, Eddie took a quick liking to him. He didn't really know why himself, but he reminded him of Wyatt slightly, as in attitude when he's mad.
"huh?" the man asked, pulling open one of the doors slightly more.
"I said, what's your name?" Eddie questioned again.
"Why you wanna know?" the man snapped.
"I told you mine!" Eddie retorted.
"It's Nick." the man replied before turning around and dragging his feet further inside the shed, leaving Eddie standing by the door.
"Cool, so do ya mind if I stay here for the night? Or at least have some alcohol? I don't know!" Eddie rambled as he took a few steps into the small shed. It smelt of Whiskey and piss in which Eddie scrunched his face up. It wasn't like he didn't do the same however...
"Fuck, Pete's dead..." Nick suddenly says, now sitting on the ground, leaning against one of the walls.
"Uh, what?" Eddie asked, clearly confused.
"Pete's dead..." Nick repeats sadly.
"Um, who's Pete?" Eddie questioned, now closing the two doors slowly behind him, making the brave decision to try and talk to Nick and see if he could maybe help him later on.
"My uncle." Nick replied. He couldn't really believe he was talking with a stranger as if he was a friend. He wondered what would happen if Luke was to walk in, or Clementine and the other cabin group members. But even though Nick knew what was going on around him, the alcohol was starting to get to his mind slightly.
"Oh, I'm sorry... why are you here?" Eddie asked curiously, eyeing the shed. There was practically nothing from what he could see, just a wooden chair, some shelves and many jars of what seemed to be whiskey and moon shine. The alcohol was defiantly tempting but Eddie had to restrain for now...
"We got split at the river... I don't want them to find me, I just want to die here." Nick explains while looking down at the ground below him.
"Hey man, don't say that..." Eddie adds, now feeling slight sympathy for the other man, for he felt the same way several times in the past.
"Nah, what's there to live for anyway? We're all gonna die, there's nothing left but shit." Nick continues.
"Actually it's piss..." Eddie remarks looking around the shed with his eyes.
"Haha, funny..." Nick replies, a small grin making it's way onto his face.
"Sit. Drink with me..." Nick adds all of a sudden. He reaches over to one of the shelves, grabbing a brown jar full to the brim with alcohol. He then extends his arm out, waving the jar in front of Eddie who stared longingly at it.
"I... um, thanks man but are you sure?" Eddie asks. He was tempted to have a drink, but what if it was a set up so that Nick could maybe murder him afterwards? It could happen... but Nick didn't look armed. Armed with glass jars but nothing else.
Nick sighs heavily before speaking.
"Yeah, I'm gonna die here anyway... I can share." Nick explains.
"Well, we could get you back to your group, I'll be gone after that, just need a drink and a safer place for the night." Eddie replies while also taking hold of the jar and opening it up almost immediately. He sits down beside Nick, creating a small distance between them both just in case.
"Kay." Nick answers as if he didn't properly hear what Eddie had just said. He then goes on to open another jar of alcohol before taking a large gulp as he had been doing before Eddie showed up.
Speaking of Eddie, Nick turned his head slightly to gaze at the other man. He drank happily while darting his eyes around the compact shed. Eddie didn't look to be much older than him, mid to late twenties at least. He wore a lot of dark colours, his mucky white shirt underneath an unbuttoned grey top now blending in with the rest of his attire. He wore a grey and black striped beanie and had brown eyes similar to Luke's. He also had a short beard and a few piercings here and there... not too bad looking.
"You alone?" Nick questions after moments of just looking at the man without saying anything.
Eddie snaps back into reality and turns his head so that he is looking directly towards Nick. He tries to think of an answer before realising that he's ignoring the obvious. Of course he was alone...
"Yeah, um... have been for a long time now." Eddie replies after seconds worth of thinking.
Nick nods, taking in the new information.
"I feel wasted..." he continues, now going back to staring at the opposite wall. He then goes to pick up an empty jar off from the floor and holds it up, ready to throw.
When Eddie realised what Nick was about to do, he was quick to stop him.
"Whoa dude! Put that down! Walkers will hear that!" Eddie snapped, leaping over and grabbing Nick's arm.
Nick looked at Eddie's face that was only a few inches away from his. Eddie was practically lying but hovering across him, arm outstretched and clutching Nick's wrist. Eddie also couldn't believe what he was doing, so with that, he let go and went back to his original seating position, feeling slightly embarrassed over the situation... nevertheless, Nick had put the jar down.
"Sorry man, you scared me for a moment." Eddie said after a few moments of awkward silence.
Nick turned his head towards Eddie but immediately went back to looking at the ground.
"I'm gonna sleep." he said.
Eddie raised an eyebrow but nodded.
Already, this had been a strange night...
To be continued...?
If so, what could I do? Any ideas? Please tell me :)
Thanks for reading!
If I can remember correctly, Wyatt & Eddie's story in 400 days took place on the 41st day I think... I have no clue what made me write the 4th, just kinda did! Oh well, lets just go with it xD