Everything felt wrong.

Shawn laid on the bed, Hunter next to him, almost completely naked, blankets draped over them. Hunter had come back upstairs and almost pushed Shawn into the bathroom, started kissing him frantically. One thing lead to another and there they were. But even when Hunter had started initiating the sex, Shawn just felt wrong, like he was in a different era or something.

"What's the matter?" Hunter asked.

"Nothing."

"You're quiet."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Nothing, you're just usually more chatty after."

"I guess concussions and being told I'm a terrible person and going to hell don't make me that chatty."

"I didn't mean it like that..."

"It's fine." Shawn said.

"Oh, Shawn get the depression under wraps will you? You think you're the only one having a tough time here?"

"I didn't say that..."

"You don't have to. Everything revolves around you, doesn't it? I mean, you can't find your kids, well what about mine? They could be just as dead as yours...." Hunter cut himself off as soon as the words left his mouth, his anger and frustration getting the better of him. But he only needed to see the pain it caused Shawn to know he'd gone too far.

Before he got a chance to say anything, Shawn had grabbed the remainder of his clothes from the floor and stormed out. Hunter heard him descend the stairs before he slowly sat up and got dressed himself. He knew he was best off leaving Shawn to calm down a while before he went after him. He was half dressed when he heard another door slam.
moving over to the window, he was shocked to see Shawn out there. He quickly opened the window. "What the hell are you doing, get back in here!"

Shawn looked up at him, but turned away quickly, but not before Hunter saw the hurt and upset he'd caused Shawn. It caused his own heart to lurch a little seeing the man he loved in so much pain, especially knowing he caused it.

"Shawn, I'm so sorry, just come back and we'll talk." Shawn didn't say anything but he didn't move away either. "Look, I...." Hunter stopped what he was saying as he saw an infected man walking down the street towards them, moving in on the sound of the voice it had heard. It faltered as soon as Hunter stopped but looked for it's victim instead. Shawn was blocked from it's view by a hedge, but it's eyes locked onto Hunter's form at the window. "Shawn, get back in now, there's an infected man heading your way." He warned, urgency in his voice.

He saw Shawn head to the door, only to step back into his view a few seconds later. "It's locked." He said. He had no time to say anything else as the infected man passed the hedge and now had Shawn in his sights and began to lunge for him.

Shawn disappeared from view again, but Hunter heard him call out his name.

He wasn't sure he'd ever moved so fast, he didn't even acknowledge running down the stairs, his eyes were just fixed on the door that he had to get to in time.

**

Hunter yanked on the door, pulling it as hard as he could towards himself, not sure what he expected to see. Part of him was terrified of seeing Shawn bleeding as the infected man would be mauling him, he could imagine a haunting dead look in Shawn's eyes as he knew he didn't get there in time, knew he'd be faced with the monster of a dead and infected Shawn banging at the door to get in, to kill him.

Thankfully nothing like that awaited him. Shawn had out manoeuvred the man and was able to keep him at bay by just keeping ahead of the man. But the man's agitation was bound to draw a crowd of any other infected nearby.

"Quick Shawn, this way." Hunter urged.

Shawn continued to side step the infected man until he got into the house, quickly slamming the door behind him. Hunter closed his eyes in relief. For his liking they were have far too many close calls. He opened his eyes to find Shawn staring at him, his face deadly serious.

"What's wrong?"

"You. You're what's wrong." Shawn spat.

"Look Shawn, I'm sorry, okay, I know I went way over the line. I just...." Hunter stalled, cut himself off.

"You think the possibility that my family are all dead hasn't crossed my mind? But to hear you say it, and use it against me. I never thought you'd be so hurtful towards me."

"I'm sorry." Hunter apologised, sincere.

Shawn took a few steps closer, eyes still flaming in rage barely contained. "There's more."

"What else?"

"You tell me."

"I don't...."

"Guns firing themselves, bullets going missing...." Shawn cut Hunter off. "Any of that ring a bell, or you want to lie your way out of it some more?"

Hunter didn't answer, distracted by the sound of hands thumping against the glass. "They know we're in here." Hunter said.

"I don't care." Shawn said.

"Shawn, we'll get trapped in here if we don't try and...."

"I don't care." He repeated, voice fierce. "You think I actually care if we live of die. What is there to live for? My kids were my reason for living and they're gone. Even if they some how escaped from here and are safely travelling somewhere, what does that matter. I'll never see them again."

"You don't love me any more?" Hunter asked, unable to hide the hurt.

"What's to love?" Shawn asked, harshly.

"Fine, you stay here, you let those things out there break in and tear you limb from limb." He could see the outline of more of them getting closer to the house, more fists pounding the glass. "I'm not giving up until I check on my own kids because they're my reason for living."

"Good, go." Shawn said, but his words contradicted themselves as he prevented Hunter from leaving by engaging him in more cruel taunts. "You wanna know what I gave up for you? Not just my wife and kids, I lost all the respect I had earned, not that I just married into. I've lost my faith because of you and because you never had any, you'll never know what it's like to lose. It's destroyed me. You've destroyed me."

"That's an old Shawn Michaels trick right there, blame everyone else for your pathetic life but yourself." Hunter walked past Shawn planning on heading upstairs, away from the impending arrival of the infected.

Shawn stopped him before he got past him, grabbing Hunter's arm tightly. Their eyes locked in a stare that showed no hint of any passion or even friendship they'd shared not long ago. Hunter waited, prepared himself for the final blow from Shawn, the last stab at his heart, but it never came. Shawn released the grip and walked away from Hunter until he was out of view.

Hunter swallowed. Part of him wanted to talk to Shawn, to tell him everything that had happened back at the school, explain why he'd been such a jerk and how everything was tearing him apart inside. But he knew letting go of that would make him too vulnerable. He needed to stay strong, or he'd never survive.

But Shawn's eyes had shown no compassion, no love or regret for his words. They were empty, hollow.... dead already.

Hunter raced up the stairs, grabbed one of the bags he'd bought along with his possessions in and made his way to the window. Before he got there, he heard the glass of the window downstairs smash. He almost stopped in his tracks, part of him begged to run downstairs and save Shawn, but his survival instinct kicked in. It wasn't to save the man downstairs who seemed to be a lost cause now, but to get out alive and find his own children. He knew that between Steph and Vince, they'd be safe.

He watched at the window as the infected started to clamber over one another to get in. There was five of them there, all breaking through the glass now, getting in. Hunter smoothly moved over to the bedroom door, closed it and locked it. It would be enough of a barrier if any of them headed straight up here. He opened the window ready for his own escape.

He lowered the bag down to the roof that sat below the window. He went back across the room to find his weapon, seeing it propped up in the corner. His heart seemed to jump into his mouth as he saw Shawn's guns there. He knew part of him expected Shawn to come out fighting. He ignored the gun, knew he didn't care for it. He'd used it before, he vowed inwardly never again.

He climbed out the window and lowered himself down. He made his way other to the edge, took a deep breath as he readied himself to jump down. He held the key ready in his hand, knew he had to be quick.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. Putting the bag over his shoulder he jumped off to the awaiting ground. He didn't allow his mind any time to think as he headed straight to the car, he quickly got in it, locking the doors immediately. He put the key in the ignition, pulled the seatbelt across, fastened it and was ready to go. Before he got the car to move, he caught a glimpse of something moving in the house. He waited, knew Shawn had changed his mind and was fighting his way towards him.

But the hope was smashed along with the window as an infected teenager ran at him. He'd never seen one so quick or strong.

He drove the car away from the house as quickly as he could leaving the teenager, and Shawn behind.