"Dave!" John screamed. He heard the bullet whiz past his head. The hand on his arm released and John tripped forward into a run. He caught up to Dave and the two sprinted down the hall. Their panting matched pace with their heavy footsteps as they made their way toward their safe house. Dave quickly reloaded his gun and turned to send a few more bullets flying at the hoard following them. They turned a corner and reached the heavy metal door. Dave held it open as John practically fell inside. He fire a few more shots before going in himself.

"John!" He yelled.

"Hang on!" John called back, dragging a barrel up to the door. He pushed it up to the door, keeping it closed. He sighed and they collapsed into each other's arms.

"John." Dave whispered.

"Dave." John breathed in return.

"They almost had you."

"They didn't, thanks to you."

John cupped Dave's head in his hand and pressed his lips to the blonde's.

"Did you get it?" He said as he pulled back. Dave nodded as he pulled his backpack off his shoulders. He reached in and pulled the cloth bag from within, holding it out to John.

"I never thought I'd be so glad to see a sleeping bag." He sighed.

"I know." The other responded.

"Speaking of which…"

"You too?"

"Yep."

Dave pulled the sleeping bag from the cloth bag and unrolled it onto the floor.

"It looks so cozy!" John said, grinning. He bent over to unlace his shoes. Dave kicked his off and threw his jacket to the ground. He reached to his face for his glasses before remembering that both his and John's glasses had been broken long ago.

John excitedly crawled into the bag, Dave following behind. They curled around each other, their hot breath each warming the other. As Dave let exhaustion take him, he whispered under his breath, "One more day."