I'll Carry Your World

by sunsingergirl

Bits and pieces from a divergent AU based on the RP Callidus, where DN met 28 Days Later. Matt and Mello hook up in LA and try to avoid the infection as it spreads, picking up more survivors along the way. Rated M because matureness. Not really a M/M pairing here, more them as bros/close friends.

2. Every Moment Was So Precious

Title: Every Moment Was So Precious
Author: Sun
Fandom: Death Note
Characters: Matt, Mello, Dylan, Nan
Prompt: Catch
Rating: MA
Genre: AU, Tragedy, Angst, Horror
Word Count: 300
Summary: Can one M's demise mean the downfall of the other?
Warning: Graphic Character Death, Gore
A/N: Set in the same universe, where DN meets 28 Days Later. Taken from the premise of the RPG I was playing in at the time, Callidus.

It's all happening too fast; Mello can't seem to keep up. All that's racing through his mind when Matt releases a bloodcurdling scream is Forty seconds, forty seconds, sweet Jesus, only forty fuckin' seconds. Nan's busy driving the truck, and Dylan's safe in the middle seat, so Mello turns and starts to wriggle out the open back window, gun already in his hand. It only takes him a second to aim for the infected sinking its grotesque teeth into Matt's ankle, and he squeezes the trigger; there's a slight cracking sound as the bullet penetrates the skull, and the former mailman falls out the back of the bed, Matt flailing and kicking at it. Mello wriggles the rest of the way out the back window.

"Jesus-"

There's blood everywhere, and Mello starts to feel sick to his stomach when Matt turns over and vomits more of it. When he looks up, Mello goes cold to see the blue eyes he's known since childhood red and bloodshot.

Matt's chest is heaving as he stares. "Do it."

Mello can't move.

"Mello! Just fucking do it, a'ready!"

His hands shoot upward, fingers grasping at his face, tangling in his hair. "Fuck! Shut the fuck up, I can't think, dammit!"

Blood streaming across his chin, Matt's eyes narrow up at his best friend. "There's nothing to fuckin' think about – nngh! Jus' do it!"

Mello's jaw clenches as his grip on the gun tightens.

"Mello!" Matt bellows, slamming his hand on the bed. "Fucking shoot me!"

Forcing his mind into a blank, Mello takes aim, the barrel of the gun pressing lightly against Matt's forehead – right between those blue eyes – and he pulls the trigger, watching Matt's body tumble out the open back of the bed before leaning over the side and emptying his stomach.