Hiya, here's chapter 2 for anyone who wanted to read on ;) I'm still thinking of ways to continue this and I will take your ideas into consideration! Please leave a review as that will help me out a lot!
Eddie couldn't sleep. He couldn't even close his eyes... He spent the entire night just sitting across from the man he just met a few hours ago, knees to his chest and rocking backwards and forwards, similar to a scared child. He was surrounded by an eerie darkness, walker groans echoing inside his mind, reminding him that the dead were still out there, whether he liked it or not.
Surprisingly, only two jars of Whiskey was drunk by Eddie. He found it difficult to restrain himself from the temptation of the alcohol, but he did it. He was now sitting up, alive and himself and most defiantly not drunk or intoxicated. Luckily Nick had stopped drinking and went to sleep as Eddie didn't really feel in the mood to re-tell the drunk man what exactly happened tonight and why he was here in the first place. Nick seemed like the kinda guy who easily got defensive or snappy, or maybe that was just him when he was drunk? Eddie didn't know...
Usually he was the bad one in town. The terrible role model for children, an embarrassment for Wyatt. Drinking and taking drugs, yeah... he was that kind of guy. But now was the apocalypse as some called it, the plaque? Whatever it was, dead was up and walking and nowadays, nobody would give two shits about your past or all the bad you once did. All that matters is what you do today. Whether you kill the living, that's your problem unless the victim has relatives and loved ones still alive who would only hunt you down for revenge...
Shaking these unnecessary thoughts out of his head, Eddie darted his eyes back over to where Nick lie. On top the bitter ground, shivering and occasionally making slight groaning or whimpering sounds in his sleep like he was having a nightmare... A nightmare? A drunken man like Nick couldn't possibly have nightmares at night. The one's where you would wake up to then run to your mom for comfort. No. Eddie wasn't like that. He knew nothing much of Nick's past life, no need to insult just yet.
The night dragged on. It was dark and the only source of light was from the moon, shining though the dusty cracked window on the wall that Eddie leaned against. Eddie was thirsty, real thirsty for some whiskey, but he knew he couldn't. Nick wouldn't mind him having a drink, for the man seemed to want to get Eddie drunk, but he knew better not to have one now... he was supposed to be sleeping for God's sake!
It was only at around the moment that Eddie's mind went blank that he realised his bladder was aching. Shit... He needed to piss.
Eddie sighed before looking around at the shed. He stood up, stretching his limbs and got ready to relieve himself in the corner. He knew Nick had pissed in here as well, but something made Eddie feel uncomfortable doing his business right here. What if Nick awoke? Not that it mattered, but still... Maybe he needed some well deserved privacy.
Checking to make sure Nick was still asleep, in which he was, Eddie made his way over to the two wooden doors. He quietly moved the crate out of the doors way before taking a quick peek out into the darkness. It was pitch black so Eddie had to rely on his ears to pick up on any peculiar noises besides the gentle wind and Nick's strange whimpering sounds. So far, nothing. Now was his chance, and he took it.
Quickly adjusting his beanie on his head, Eddie swiftly pulled himself out of the shed, keeping one of the doors slightly open just incase he had to run back inside for any reason. Once outside in the early winters cold, Eddie was quick to make sure he did his business and go straight back inside. The dark left an uneasy feeling in his gut and he didn't know why, for the dark wasn't his main fear...
The man fumbled around in shadowy night, trying to get a grip on his flyers. He mentally cursed as he tried his best at unzipping and unbuttoning his trousers however to no avail. Eventually, after moments of mad panic, Eddie's lower regions were free and he enjoyed the relieving session before darting back into the shed out of fear for what could've been lurking around. He didn't even have time to do up his zip...
Seconds later, Eddie was now back safely inside the shed. He shut the doors, securing them closed with the wooden crate, but it was the other man that caught him off guard.
Eddie turned around, hands back on his zip, about to re-close his trousers. However it just had to be at that time a certain black haired man was sitting up, back against the wall and legs in front of him just like earlier on. He looked up and gave a weak smile before looking down to see Eddie with his hands 'down there' fumbling around with his flyers.
Nick raised an eyebrow in which Eddie immediately went into defensive mode.
"Nah man, I took a piss if you're wondering..." Eddie quickly stated, now finished with finally buckling himself up. He sat back down on the ground, crossing his legs like you would do at school.
Nick let out a half hearted chuckle, in which Eddie figured the man was still quite intoxicated, however he hasn't seemed to lost all memory of tonight so far... that was a good sign at least.
"You had a wank didn't ya?" Nick chuckled, now going to pick up a half filled jar of whiskey. Luckily the black haired man had the right mind set to place the drink back on the ground straight after, refusing to take another tempting sip.
"Wank? A wha- what?! No!" Eddie eyes widened and his voice stammered.
"Why did you do it outside when you could've easily done it in 'ere?" Nick asks, still not convinced.
"I- I didn't have a wank! I took a piss, and unlike you, I didn't do it in here!" Eddie retorted, however he found himself smirking slightly. Unfortunately for him, Nick seemed to pick up on that.
"Sure..." Nick replied sarcastically, now shuffling closer to where Eddie sat, making the other man feel tense for a second.
"What you doing up anyways?" Eddie now questioned, trying to change the subject a little bit, even know he couldn't help but to remember he liked talking about dicks and general dirty stuff, especially with Wyatt.
"Couldn't sleep, it was about Pete and my mom..." Nick replies sadly, going back to looking at the ground. The pair were only few inches apart, making Eddie feel uneasy in some ways, but he knew Nick was drunk and sad right now... the least he could do was try and help.
"That's rough man..." Eddie says. He was never good when it came to comforting, so for now he didn't ask any more questions, just answered or bought up a topic that may not push Nick back into an almost 'depressed' zone.
"I don't know if they'll ever find me... I'm far away from them, Luke..." Nick explained, his voice slow and quiet almost as if he was talking to himself, having no idea that Eddie was for once in his life, intently listening.
"This Luke guy, your brother or something?" Eddie thought he would randomly question. He didn't really know whether Nick's group would find him, he didn't want to continue lying and saying that everything is going to be okay, because truthfully... it wasn't.
"Friend. Known him for twenty years." Nick replied, still gazing at the ground while Eddie continued to stare at him curiously.
"Right..." Eddie simply replied, not knowing where to take the conversation.
"I- I wanted more from him. I was selfish, sad and stupid and I told him I loved him before this shit even happened." Nick continued to explain, in which Eddie started to gather an interest and let the black haired man continue.
"I stupidly kissed him one day and he sorta freaked out a little bit. He avoided me for a while but when I started becoming more depressed because of that, he came back. He told me a few weeks ago that he thinks he actually 'loves' me, but I don't believe it. It's because my mom died, and now my uncle, that he wants to comfort me like a lost and helpless child... well I'm not like that! I want him to be truthful!" Nick now said, raising his voice slightly as he thought back on the past.
"So you love him?" Eddie questioned quietly, using his voice to indicate to the other man to keep his voice down.
"Yeah, I mean... I don't know." Nick replied uneasily.
"Well, I can tell you the truth... um, I sorta like-like my best friend but it's been nearly two years since I've seen him. He's gotta be dead now..." Eddie started to explain, using this chance as a perfect opportunity to open up a bit more about himself to Nick, who also lifted his head and seemed to take a slight interest.
"We've known each other since teenagers and we did some bad stuff. I was the one who got him to smoke weed for the first time. I was the worse... but it's only now that I realise that I might just, well like-like him." Eddie finishes. His cheeks starting to burn up slightly as he cannot understand why he just told that story to a man who he'd just met today. But Eddie couldn't help but to admit, he was quite nice for a drunk fella, funny and also quite good looking.
"We're not too different then..." Nick simply replies.
"I guess not." Eddie smiles as Nick looks towards him, his eyes shimmering blue as if he was close to crying when he re-told some of his past. Nick smiled in return before shuffling slightly closer to the other man.
"Can't believe I'm saying this, but it's quite nice havin' some company." Nick mentions.
"Yeah, it is..." Eddie replies, also realising that he did in fact, enjoy talking to someone for once. It had been way too long since he last came across a decent person to talk to.
Secretly, Eddie wanted to go back to talking about something to laugh about. Sad talk was never Eddie's sort of thing. He liked to have a laugh, and although Nick thinking that he was presumably 'wanking'/ pleasuring himself outside, Eddie still enjoyed seeing that sly grin and the curious eyebrow being raised from Nick. Nick reminded Eddie of Wyatt a bit...
He couldn't have growing feelings for him too?