If only I was able to say that the happiness we had together never ended.
Steve is the light of my world, he was then, and he still is. Even if he isn't mine. Even if I cry over him every night when I hear him and Gortume talking or going hard in their tent. One slip up and my world was meaningless.
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The next morning, I woke up to see the top of Steven's head, which was resting on my chest. I smiled to myself, and heard the sound of Jeff up and walking around the camp. I nudged Steve. "Time to wake up little buddy," I murmured to him. He stirred a bit, then settled back down on top of me. I sat up, bringing him with me so that he sat on my lap. I held his face up to look at my own and spoke gently. "Steve, we gotta wake up. Sky's house, remember? We'll be sleeping in luxury and playing monopoly the sooner you get up and at 'em."
He grinned drowsily and nodded, then stood up and put on his clothes which lay in a heap with my own in the corner of our tent. "My ass fucking hurts, Vince," Steve stated as he bent over to pick up our clothes. I stood up and got dressed alongside him after he tossed me my outfit.
"But you were begging, Steve," I said with puppy dog eyes. "I can't deny you a good round of sex when you beg so sweetly." I winked at him and he smiled back, blushing. When we were clothed he walked over to me and nuzzled his face into my chest. I held him close, wishing we could go back to bed, or cuddle a bit more at the least. Thankfully he pulled away first, so I didn't have to worry about hurting his feelings. Steve had been a lot more dependant lately, and sought me out almost all of the time. I loved it, him being near me, wanting me - but I wasn't going to admit it. Steven already knew.
We exited our tent and started taking it down and packed it up. Jeff came over and grabbed it, putting it in the cart with a chest. Steven and Jeff had found the old mine cart railway when we fled Bananarine Hospital, and it had five carts on it. The carts are wonderfully easy to use and they stop and go at your will. The fifth cart came with storage, which was even greater luck.
Whitey had actually cooked a good breakfast for once, even if it was only a few slices of bacon. There were only four slices, so we each had a piece and then drank from the lake. Then we put out the fire, got in our mine carts, and were on our way to Sky's house.
Apparently he was Steve's first affair, before me. It made me a bit uncomfortable because Steven was known to linger on his ex's. I know that he would never cheat on me with Sky, and I shouldn't have been worried about that. Honestly I wasn't. I was worried about how Steve would act if Sky had a new guy with him.
We drove in a single line, Steven up front, then Jeff, followed by Whitey, myself, and then the storage cart. Since the carts had magnetic properties active within them, the only one really driving was Steve. Our carts all stayed attached by an invisible magnetic line. It was a five hour drive until we reached Sky, and I leaned back, preparing for the long trip ahead - that I figured I would sleep through. On our left was the lake. I was beginning to think it was an ocean, but if you stared long enough you could see a mountain range on the horizon. To the right was a forest that was getting thicker the longer we traveled. Likely to be zombie infested, but none could keep up with the mine cart speed.
I was woken from my nap when Whitey started beat boxing and rapping. Only some of his beats were good, the rest horridly annoying, but no one else said anything, so I figured I shouldn't. I think I saw Jeff turn around and smile at him. Shrugging it off, I tried to go back to sleep.
I woke again when I heard a menacing growl. On my right was a zombie, clinging to my cart as it tried to kill me. "Gaah!" I screamed. "Whitey! Help! Tell Steve to stop the carts!" I tried to yell as loud as I possibly could, but Whitey was louder, and he was still beat boxing. "Dammit Whitey! Shut the fuck up!"
Whitey didn't hear me, too busy with making dumb noises. Steve and Jeff couldn't have heard me, being past Whitey. The zombie growled again, and with strength I didn't imagine it had, it tipped over my cart, breaking the magnetic tie between mine and Whitey's carts. I could've sworn Jeff turned around again, and saw me, but he just stared before turning back around. That son of a bitch! The storage cart came tumbling to the lakeshore with myself and the zombie. My cart rolled on top of me and I pushed it off, adrenaline pumping.
I was hot and sweaty, and this reminded me of last night. Thinking of Steve pushed me to another level. I sprinted past the zombie, grabbing my iron sword that had fallen out of the storage cart. Turning, I raised my sword and right as the zombie turned to run towards me, I threw my sword into its head.
The zombie fell with a thump and I walked over to it. Looking closer, the face and clothing made me remember an old friend, and then I let out a gasp. "Reed!" I dropped to my knees, shocked. I hid my face in my hands as I rocked back on my feet. "Everyone...is dying..." came my muffled voice. Zombie Reed let out another growl and I stood up, taking the sword from his head and thrusting it through him again. I wiped sweat from my brow with the side of my hand, panting. I turned to see the storage cart, and grabbed what I found useful - one of Jeff's old backpacks, a small tent, one of my other daggers, and a scabbard. I slipped my iron sword into the scabbard after it was fastened around my waist. Throwing the backpack over my shoulder, I checked through the extra stuff again, and found a lighter. I figured it would be useful somehow. Pushing over the larger stuff that I couldn't carry far, I found a photo of Steve and I in front of our old tree house. Tears filled my eyes as I looked at the picture. Our sides were to the camera and we were facing each other. We had our lips touching, puckered out, and Steve was kicking up his left foot. It was taken to be a funny little picture, to hang on a fridge or something. I kneeled there, staring at it, for I don't know how long. I finally snapped back into reality when one of my tears fell on the picture. I wiped it off and put it in the pocket of my jeans.
And then I set off toward Sky's house. It was at least a twelve hour walk from here to his house, I estimated. The sun indicated that it was three in the afternoon. And I'd only slept half an hour on our cart ride. "Fucking Whitey," I sighed. He was no friend of mine. Not because he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed...Well, I guess that was part of the reason. I shook my head. I had no reason to be mad at him. Stupidity is a bad reason. I was so judgemental sometimes.
After walking for probably five hours, the sun was setting and it was getting cold outside. I located a tall tree away from any others, and began climbing it. It was horribly difficult, since the branches started growing about thirty feet up. After what was probably another hour, I reached a spot with a big enough branch for me to sleep safely. I hung my backpack and my scabbard on an short branch that made a good hook for hanging things on. I checked that there were no zombies above me, and none near me, and I fell into a light sleep.
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[A/N - So, this is my idea of why Vince got left behind. No, I don't have anything against Whitey, I just hate the thought of Vince leaving them behind on purpose. Please feel free to review! Review review review! :) Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading! - LDD]
