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Jack
For a week, it was the healing process. Elsa would sleep, and eat, and drink, and sleep. Slowly, I could see her body strengthen.
On the fifth day of the week, Elsa walked around by herself. This is important, because I'm assuming when I brought her she was running on fear and adrenaline. Maybe now she'll be safe. I hope she feels safe. I hope she is safe.
Strangely, Elsa's dad, the 'leader' of the survivors of this epidemic, never visited. I reported to him after I knew Elsa would stay awhile via my communication watch, but the only message he replied with was a mission to do asap.
Her mother came after a few days. I asked why, but she said I didn't need to worry about it, and to not tell Srgnt. Winters. Okay?
Elsa's mother would watch Elsa as she slept. She smiled often, and asked about her healing. I tried to figure out why Sargeant Winters never came, but she just briefly described him as 'busy'.
That's stupid! I mean, I get it- he's running one of the only source of human life, but still. Elsa's his daughter!
Anyway, Else's mother didn't want Elsa to know about her, and she stopped coming once Elsa was able to stay awake for longer periods of time. It was awfully suspicious, but I never questioned.
Now, the 8th day afteri brought Elsa, I know I have to get her situated somewhere. Across the street there's a female military house, like mine, with a spot open. But Elsa's not a soldier. Maybe I could try the 'mental stability' card.
I mean, she will need someone to help her adjust to this hell hole of a world, right?
Yes, right. She will want a friend. Maybe I could be that friend?
I could try. I will try.
For Elsa, of course.
Elsa
I've been able to stay awake and walk for a few days, but honestly I just want to stay in Jack's bed forever. I love this feeling of what?
Safety? Comfort?
I though those things never existed. They don't , I'm just being a pathetic human.
I need to not feel. I need to be strong, not lay on a bed.
I'm selfish for sleeping when I could be doing something.
But in all honesty, sleep makes me forget the past.
Of Hans. Of my father. Of everything in between.
But sometimes sleep is what helps me remember the most, and what makes me want to stay awake forever.
It's been how long? 6, 7, 8 days?
Too long. I've spent too much time here. I need to move.
I need to discover my new life.
What do I do now?
My entire life is some man using me and fixing me to his needs. I guess now I just change for Jack. I guees he's the new ruler of my life.
But he isn't hurting me. Why?! Why won't he just tailor me his needs? All men do it, right?
He should be hurting me, it's all I've even known. He's not, though. It's so strange. I don't know if I want this or not.
But for now, I'll just shove all the confusion and emotions of everything away. Conceal it, so no one has to deal with it. No one should have to deal with me.
I told Jack recently I've rested enough. He says that it's great of me. I don't get it, though, why he thinks me gaining strength of my own is good.
He says soon I'll have to find my own bed, but I understand, even though he tries to explain it's not him pushing me away. I don't think it is, I think it's fact. I can't be cradled by Jack forever.
Jack explains soon he'll have to go back into duty, and he has a new objective. My father gave it to him. I can't believe he listens to my father. Doesn't he knoe what kind of monster my dad is?!
The new 'mission', as he calls it, is to retrieve the beer from the apartment I stayed at before here. Wherever here is. It's for medical use, since Jack says my father explained how he was going to try and extract the alcohol, but that it must be privately delivered so no one tries to drink it.
I knew my father had a drinking problem, but maybe it was for medical purposes. Maybe my dad has changed from before Hans. Maybe. Just maybe.
Jack explains how I should stay at the camp, because 1. The outside is extremely dangerous, and he said he didn't want me to get hurt. 2. We'd go back to the place I used to rot in, and he says it may be hard for me to do.
No, I'm done being under his shelter. He can take me and I'll prove it. I'm not weak. I will never be weak.
He agrees to take me first thing in the morning, which is only in a few hours, but I couldn't sleep.
The questions of the outside fill my brain. I try to just sleep, because I've been doing it for a week, so why can't I sleep now? Ugh.
I just watch the light slowly fill the room. I also look down beside the bed on the floor, to see Jack.
I can't deny his attractiveness. His soft, freshly washed hair (probably washed when I was sleeping) shines lightly as the sun rises.
He sleeping is silent, and peaceful. I crave the peace he seems to find in sleep.
I sometimes have a little, but the nightmares always come. Some are so bad I scream myself awake, and Jack's there, guiding me back to sleep.
Come to think of it, he's often there.
The sun has fully risen, and I let myself smile as Jack yawns awake. When he wakes up like this, no screaming monster in his bed to disrupt him, he doesn't even open his eyes fully.
He isn't even fully awake, since he hasn't seem to notice me. He gets up, and scratches his wild hair. He stretches, and rubs his eyes.
I think he's awake, because now he notices me.
"Oh, hey. Didn't know you were up." He yawns again.
"Can I shower?" I blurt out, not even processing his words.
"Um, sure. I have my own bathroom, it's to the left next to the door." He seems casual. Maybe it's because he's planning something. Men plan evil things. They do, I know so.
For I've never met a man who intentionally was kind without an incentive.
I finally shower after maybe 10 days. It's amazing, and I take my time.
When Hans still had me, I only showered when he was for sure gone. Even then I often feared if he would catch me caring for myself. But now, I can.
I finish washing myself, and dry my hair lazily with a towl. I braid it back after years of not being allowed to.
My dad hated the brain, so he made me always wear a bun like my mothers, and Hans didn't allow it. Hans wanted my hair to be down, so he could tug it when he needed to cause me pain. Well now guess what?
Its my hair now, and I say it goes in a braid.
I slip on the same cloths I've worn for a while, but it's better than nothing.
When I get out, Jack insists I get new cloths. He already ready for this 'mission', which I've been allowed to come on.
So I change into a long black sleved shirt, and dark jeans. I love the way these closes wrap around me, gaurding me. It's the only guard I've ever had, and I'm content with them.
Once I am ready, Jack leads me out the house.
I've never actually seen the outside, since it was dark when I came. It's beautiful.
Old houses are lined on this small street that connects to a main square with a few more streets.
We walk to the cented area, which is two buildings, and a few tents. One of the tents is Rapunzel's, becuase her lanterns are spread around. Next to her tent is I suppose the food one, and then besides that is a small, yet sturdy one. It's just boxes of books, but as Jack and I pass it, I realize what it is.
It's a book of names, and almost all of them are crossed out. I see my name, freshly imprinted. I see no recognized names, but then again I've never had any body to know.
Jack and I walk to the edge of the center, to the massive walls made of concrete and wiring. Hiccup, whom I'm introduced to by Jack, shows us Jack's truck.
It's a deep maroon color, with minor scratches and bumps, but some stains of odly green blood (?). What?
We hop in, and Jack drives. The city is so beautiful, even if I've never really seen in. Jack fills me in on the whole zombie breakout thing.
Roughly 3 years ago, some virus went around that was extremely deadly. It would take over the brain, and cause a lot of nerve and body system issues. Tons of people got it, until an experimental drug was tested to see if it would heal humanity. Some doctors tried it illegally on several people, but the drug would work backwards. It aided the virus into creating things. The outbreak spread extremely quickly, since nobody knew about it, and that it would spread somewhat easily. So then, my dad the 'acclaimed genius' constructed a large wall aroud a small portion of the city for any survivors. Now, soldiers like Jack go out every day to find survivors, food, medicine, and anything helpful.
If he wanted something helpful, I don't know why he got me. I'm useless.
As we drive, I decide to ask Jack a few things about him. Who is he? I only know him as the savior, the one who destroyed the evil that owned me. But I'm sure that's not all to him, right? Why does he live alone, instead of with a family? I get he's a soldier, but still.
"Do you have any family?" The question I ask makes his eyes glossy, and he bites at his lips.
"No." He coldly responds. "They're gone." He adds, trying to seem less bitter, but he's still pretty cold.
"I'm- I'm sorry. How?" As soon as my mouth works before my brain, I realize how horrible of a question that is. "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me. It's- I'm sorry for asking."
"It's fine, but I don't want to talk about it." He says, trying to let me off easy. I knew he didn't trust me.
"How did you become a soldier?" I finally manage after a moment of silence.
I hate the silence that's between us. It's not that it's awkward or uncomfortable, but new. I do not know a silence like this- one of peace. Is this peace? It's so odd. No fear he'll attack me. No echoing cries from myself. It's so bizzare. Is it a good change? I don't know. How can I know? Stupid of me to try to understand.
"Your father put me into training after-" he cut himself of with a hard swallow. His voice was shaky. I've never seen him not sturdy, but then again the majority of time I've known him was me sleeping.
"What, after what?"
"Nothing. After I got here, that's all." His voice returns to distant instead of pained.
Silence takes over, and I force myself to adjust to it. It's so different. I think Jack notices my uneasiness.
"So, what about you? Besides the 3 I know about, is there anybody else in your life?" I'm assuming the 3 people he is referencing is my mother, my father, and Hans.
"You. But that's it. I didn't really get the chance to make friends." I shrug while saying.
"Well, why not?"
I pause, trying to find the words. "I just- couldn't." I didn't let myself tell him anything else. I'd appear weak. I will not be weak.
"Okay, I respect your privacy." Respect? Why would anyone respect me?
"So, what do you like to do as a hobby?" He cheerfully asked.
"I don't know... I've never really had a hobby." I say, pondering my own words.
"Well why not?" He smiles.
"Well, what's your hobby?!" I spit back, directing the attention away from me.
"Target practice. It helps me think." He smiles proudly. "Now why haven't you got one? I'm sure they're is something you love to do. Draw? Run? Anything?"
Jack
No hobbies? She must've picked up something, right? It's so odd- her being baffled at the idea of having a hobby.
She doesn't respond, so I let the quiet fill in.
We arrive at the old apartment building where Elsa used to live, I suppose. I toss her a small pistol, and tell her just in case. (a/n lol I know nothing about guns plz just use your imagination)
We walk in, and up the 3 flights of stairs. Luckily, she was only on the 2nd floor out of maybe 100 in this building. Once we're in the room, I notice Elsa taking deep breaths. I can only imagine how difficult this must be, but she insisted on coming.
She's pretty strong, I'd say. I don't know what she's lived through, but I bet it was hell.
I grab the several cans of beer, and put them in the backpack. I sling the backpack over my shoulder, and I realize Elsa isn't in the room.
"Elsa?" I worriedly ask. I'd never forgive myself if I let something happen to her.
No response.
"Elsa!" I screamed, readying my gun.
I walk into the bedroom, my finger on the trigger on the shotgun. I see Elsa- frozen in fear. (Ayyyyy)
"Elsa?"
Her unsteady arm raises a shaking finger, pointing to a corner. I turn to see him.
Hans.
"Whyyy'ddd youu leavveee mee, Elsiieeee?" His voice slurred with blood.
I shot a bullet through your skull. You should be dead, but you rose back. Death didn't hold this monster.
"They're... They're evolving." I think aloud.
Hans, or his living corpse, smiles, reveling yellow and green teeth. He's definitely not Hans.
"We have to go, now!" I Shout, shooting at Hans, which only blows him back a foot or two, grabbing Elsa's hand and running.
We run up the stairs, because down I hear more zombies. We run up several flights of stairs, until we reach a mini sky deck. (Like a roof, but not on the top floor. Ugh sorry I'm terrible at description )
I lock the door, trying to think of what to do. Then I hear a voice.
"Jacckk? Cann wee plaayyy?" It's her voice. How is it her?
Emma, my sister, is a few yards away, limping towards me.
Elsa
Jack freezes.
"Emma?" He says, his voice on the verge of tears. Emma?
The creature was a small girl with brown hair. The skin around her eyes was a blackish purple, like a heavy bruise, but her eyes were bright. She might have once had beautiful chocolate brown eyes, but the color is faded and drained.
Jack looks so shocked. His eyes widen, and they are glossy. He watches as the zombie approaches him, and he doesn't shoot. Why won't he shoot it?
"Jack! Shoot it!" He doesn't seem to register my words. I remember the gun I have.
I think I know how to work it, but I don't know how to kill.
It isn't murder, right? Its a thing, a living corpse.
"Jack, please!" I beg for him to snap out of this trance. I don't want to pull a trigger, but he is idle.
So I force myself to do it.
I aim the gun as it clatters in my hand from my shaking. I beg for Jack to wake up, and I can feel a few tears hitting my cheeks. I shut my eyes, and pull the trigger.
I hear two pops. But I only pulled it once, right? I open my eyes, and the girl-thing is on the ground with side eyes and large smile.
I didn't hit it, did I?
"C'mon! It's okay, we aren't infected!" A girl with two braids and strawberry blonde hair shouts. She stands next to a scruffy boy, who's much taller and bulkier, with shaggy blonde hair. They signal us over.
I run, and drag Jack over, and he seems to find reality again, but his expression is cold and distant. I've never seen him like this.
We follow the two people, and they try to lead us away from the building.
"No, wait! I have a truck, I know a place where to go!" Jack shouts as we see more walkers appear.
The group of us four head back into the building, and down into the lobby. They, Jack and these new people, do all the shooting.
Jack leads them to his maroon truck, and the rush in. Jack hastily starts his engine and drives away quickly.
Once we all catch our breath, the girl speaks.
"Hey, thanks. I'm Anna, this is my fiance Kristoff." She huffs.
Jack doesn't respond, so I do the talking.
"I'm Elsa, this is Jack. He's my... friend." Friends? Are we even that? I only met him when he put a bullet through Hans head, and saved me from my hell.
"Cool." Kristoff responds, then asks for water. He explains how they've been surviving by robbing places- empty places, but still homes.
They exchange a look before Kristoff explains how he found Anna in a dump when he was 3 (I think they're 3 yrs appart idk plz correct me)
I'm not sure why they are telling us this, but somehow I like hearing their little story. I apologize for Jack, explaining we have no water with us. Jack just drives, his expression stuck on being distant.
I don't like him distant. I want him to come back to me. Please come back.
We drive for a shorter amount of time than I remember it took us to get here, but my pondering is stopped when the car slams on the break.
I almost break my nose by hitting it on the dash board, and I look up to see in the headlights two people dressed in complete black with creepy smiles holding their faces.
The gates we just ahead. We were so close, but more people dressed in black appeared.
They started banging on the truck, until we heard one yell as they pointed to me.
"That's the girl. Grab here, and don't let the witnesses escape!"
A/N: dang son took me a while to update I'm sorry. Anyway, yahhh Anna and Kristoff finally came in. More back story will be coming, I promise! Anyway, tell me what you think. Seriously, is this fic good at all? I want to know if it's worth continuing or not. Thanks for the reads! .
PS: If anything is wrong is this fic don't feel bad for telling me! I do not want to misuse words/terms in this fic! Thanks for reading and like caring. :D