Can you see the young and pretty?
Confident as cops.
Blooming, laughing in the shops,
Till the sun turns black.
Ray Lamonotagne- Til the sun turns black
There was something about the sky now, how the sun was more significant to him when it rose every painful morning. Jake was more thankful for the life he somehow managed to spare in these times. Something swept across the country, hell, maybe even the world, and it wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
When you got bit, that was the end of it. Game over, you're dead and you really didn't have any solution to it. Simple as that, and no one was going to risk themselves for just another walking corpse. Sure he had guns, a pair of double AT92 9mm and a small bag thrown over his shoulder, but that didn't last him long. Bullets were appearing later and later with fewer portions, making him wonder just how much longer he could last out here...especially with what amount of rounds he had left after the last city. Poor Aranea..she never stood a chance out here, and within the first hour or two of their meeting , a bullet to the crying girls head, and he was alone all over again.
Sadly, even before the zombie invasion, this wasn't new to him. The bloody wrap sealing his already healed skull displayed how hard survival had become over the past few tighter weeks. It covered almost the entire side of his open wounded cheek, and If not for the last small group that gave mercy for the English, he was sure he'd be dead. Jake had lost something..another girl perhaps? The one he kept seeing with the tediously long wrap around her neck in blue? She was blond with bright eyes, and he remembers leaving her somewhere but by now she was most likely dead.
The sun was starting to set and he had only one shop left to scavenge. Each mindless fuck simply passed him as long as he kept his mouth and body shut. Patiently he edged to the sidewalk, bypassing a blood steak into the packed alley and swooping on inside. The door was slapped on with a new lock and chain. Sure it was rusty and near its breaking point but it'd work wonders for Jake right now. Currently pushing through shelf's of useless bicker batter supplies that were either expired or had been demolished, Jake managed to scrounge up a can or two of food and a loose clip before he heard something move. Whether it was another undead bastard or just a plain old bastard, he wasn't going to let them get him.
Quickly he snatched up his things, rolling against the wall just before the bastard could see him. Slowly he stood back up, drawing out his gun, aiming it towards the door. Another pair of footsteps came out to join him, a limp in their step. Peeking down the hall he could barley tell out some sort of man standing there, maybe a few years older then him. Blood splattered him, arms shaking with a butcher knife in his hand. Oh god...he must have just killed one.. The small drip of red hitting the scuffed flooring proved that to be true as he reached the back of the store. Leaning against the shelf Jake pushed, planning to trap them against the falling objects and kill them, or rob them for what they were worth. No time to reasoning with anyone anymore, the world was in hell and so were majority of these people.
He needed to set them up just right, In one swift moved they plummeted down a scream alerting Jake. He knew within minutes, seconds even, those things would be flooding in for meal time now due to the commotion the other made. "Fuck...fuck fuck fuck.." Cursing under his breath he stuffed whatever he could into his bag and zipping it up and dashing to the front of the store. Jake had to get out, get out in less then a minute.
"Wait!" The voice cried out, obviously wrecked. "Please!"
Don't listen to them Jake.
"You can't just leave me!"
Don't look at him Jake.
"I don't want to die! Im begging you! I-I can't move!"
Jake...
"Don't leave me alone again!"
JAKE-
The door infront of him crashed open, leaving the opportunity to leave the front doors was doomed. Roof door? No, he'd get trapped and die.
The only thing left was..
Walk past that screaming boy infront of the red '"EXIT" sign.
Jake shook his head, eyes wide as the first zombie tumbled in, turning on his heel with one pistol tucked away now and the other out. Windows burst opened, more and move he could feel his heartbeat exploding. When he looked up at the blond again he felt something sting in his chest, something that hardly anyone now days had. Was it hope; knowing that he'd have to shoot it down hurting him most of all? Or was it something else?
His hand was hanging out, blood covering his leg now as he smiled with joy. "Oh, oh god I thought you were actually going to leave me an-" He paused as the robin sped right past him. No eye contact. No sympathy or remorse. Nothing but a loud groan reaching closer and closer, larger, towards him. "-wait where are you going?!" That asshole was NOT about to leave him..right?
"Hell if Im stayin' here! You're on your own buddy, got youreself stuck, you shoudl've stayed at home." He snapped around, quickly fireing a bullet to the fastest walker.
"Please! I-I just need help ok?! My little girls! They're out there waiting for me by the docks?! You, I-I'll give you'a free ride out of here! If they ain't there you can kill me ok?! It only a few days away, but we needed some gas so I had to come into the city!" The story seemed legit, then again there were alot of straight faced liars with a few crocodile tears running around now days were enough to rob the naive.
But what if he was telling the truth?
"My name!" He shouted, his hand lachting onto Jakes sleeve. "My names Dirk ok?!" Why the hell he thought telling this stranger his name was going to make him save himeself was beyond him, but anything right now would work when he glaced up to the sag of a broken legged zombie coming towards him. "You know me! For fucks sake, don't leave me here!"
Jake always had control of the situation, and with anyone else he would've already been off to the apartment he usually hid out in. He could've sworn...that name..it sounded familiar...but right now wasn't the point. They were usually dead, droid like figures of his imagination. But now? Now that there was not only a living breathing human being crying out for help, and a possible chance to freedom in way...
God damn his good heart.
"Alright!" Jake shouted as he gave in, Dirk smiling and ceasing his eger attempts. He tried lifting up the shelf, groaning before his arms dropped. The blond was obviously becoming anxious each time another zombie came closer from behind his own ticket out of here. "I'll-nnh-he-help you!" Another groan and another failed attempt. If Jake couldn't get this out of the way...well then it was nice knowing this guy."But as soon as I get you out,"
Come on Jake, you got this..one more time....
Dirk added on, another kick with his good leg and a shove with his good hand. Just one more-
The shelf flipped back with both their strength, Dirk practically launching himself up with the help of an extended hand. Jake was still breathing hard, for a brief moment not even thinking about their current situation. "...you're back on your ow-"
"Look out!" Dirk shouted quickly pulling Jake away from the oncoming grip from behind. When the English looked up, he couldn't even think again. He...he could have just have just died.. After weeks and weeks of training, he almost got killed in one fucking grip! How could he be so stupid?! Wasting his life to save some idiot..now he was starting to regret this already..
Focus god dammit!
Dirk didn't run away, hoisting the gunner up to his feet in one move. Jake saved his life, and like hell he was about to back stab him and take that for granted. Striders never pulled trust back like that. Leaving his weapon under wrecked shelves he tried running on his good leg.
"We gotta go, dammit come on!"
"Hah, yeah!"
In few heisted and forgotten steps they ran towards the door , quickly bursting out. They could care less how much noise they made right now. Heavy breathing and quick steps would follow on after a few blocks had flashed by him. The corpse that first passed him groaned, reaching forward with peeling skin and what looked like a missing jaw. Blood and shriveled skin surrounded their neck now, sight nothing but rage and hunger. The meaning of insignificant expectations of how they would die probably taking them by surprise . Everyone thinks pop out a few kids, get hitched and then grow old..
That didn't seem like the exact choice now days.
The apartment he camped out in was in view now, a large blanket floating in the wind with the words "HELP HERE" coated in black spray paint. How it got there, he couldn't even remember...maybe the past owners? Jake would need to take it down before anyone got too curious. All he needed to do now was unlock the convenient stores gate and he'd be home fre-
Wait...he isn't following me, is he...
As he turned the final corner, that idiot was right behind him, disregarding earlier assumptions and following after Jake instead like some lost pet wanting to come home with anyone who would show sympathy and a pair of open arms. "Hey!" The green eyed man shouted, thrusting himself to the gate before fumbling to take off his bag and receive his keys. "Get'cha own damn hide out!"
Instantly Drik shook his head, a gathering of walkers limping and coming closer. "Like hell Im going anywhere Jake" He said under his breath, snapping his head when the chain fell in a loud "CLACK", Jake already on the other side and yanking Dirk along with him before another sing came to his ankle, surely from the half crushed zombie underneath ruble. How'd he know his name? He couldn't recall ever telling him..
"Oh god, thank you."
"I hate you right now."
"I know."
"Now hurry up."
By the time the duo ran up what seemed like miles of flights of stairs, Jake burst inside, Dirk stumbling after him. "Fuck!" He shouted. His leg felt like shit now, thank you very much, and the added factor of his head spinning helping not one bit. Crashing to the floor, it took the blood soaked boy a few moments to take everything in. Looking up, he could tell this was it. "Wow...hah...you...you changed a lot in here..."Everything was spinning, the floor, his body, the sudden gun pressed to the back of his-
Wait, what?
"Who the hell are you really," Jake was still dazed, but like he always told himself.
Its better to kill then be killed.
"And how do you know my name."
Authors note: Hi everybody! This is the first chapter of Til the sun turns black, a Zombiestuck DirkJake story. Originally this was used as a prompt on Trollplay, but I never got a response so uvu. I know, I know, its..short and highly confusing for now, but all in time, this story looks good.
HOWEVER
I am looking for song/intro suggestions. Any would be helpful, as well as what characters you want to see next. Remember! Reviews means more chapters, faster! If you guys ever want to Rp, the info will be posted on my profile.
Thank you!
-Resident-chick
