Hey Nerdians! Welcome to some lovely, depressing ImmortalFox!

Hopefully I've gotten my pathetic happy one-shots out of the way and we can get back into hard-core feels and sadness!

I'm not going to apologise for not uploading this time. I say sorry a lot and it makes me feel really guilty, and it honestly hasn't been good for my mental health. But that doesn't matter! What matters is keeping you guys happy, and we're all a little insane at heart.

I was interviewed by a newspaper on Wednesday about Collision Course. It went well and the article could be out as soon as next week! How cool is that? I'll have to show you guys, seeing as you're the ones who made it happen.

For those of you who have Tumblr, don't forget to follow me writing blog. I post one-shots on there and I might put stuff on there that doesn't come here. I might even be writing an original story, so that's something to look forward to. The link to the blog is in my bio, so go take a peek if you get the chance!

With my somewhat joyful chatter out of the way, please enjoy this horribly sad and death-filled one-shot.


It's going to be Okay

An ImmortalFox Fic

All around him, Eddie heard voices.

Voices weighted down with pain, guilt and resignation.

The tone of people who've killed their best friends before anything else could.

It had been an accident. A complete accident, like everything before, like every fucking mistake they'd ever made.

An accident, when James was surrounded by undead monsters clawing at his skin. An accident when he pulled his bloody and torn arm up and jammed his gun in his mouth. An accident when his head exploded.

An accident when Dex tipped back off the balcony with his arms out.

An accident when Jordan pressed the gun against Nick's sweaty temple.

An accident when Eddie tried to loot the zombie he thought was dead.

So many mistakes they called accidents because they couldn't deal with the pain of knowing it was avoidable.

His throat was tight and it felt like a massive rock was pressing down on his chest, ice swimming through his veins and icicles hanging off his heart. His eyes burned. His mouth was dry. Blood pounded through his aching head and all he wanted to do was close his eyes, but it felt like his eyes were being held open.

"What do we do?" Aleks said finally. His voice was scratchy and his face streaked, and he kept glancing over at Eddie. Eddie, who had lost his voice and couldn't manage a single syllable.

"The infection is already in him," Jordan sighed, his voice resigned. "We only have a few minutes left. He's slipping." Aleks turned and looked at Eddie, a hand pressed over his mouth, his face shining as he twisted through the light shining from the lamp. Aleks slowly took in Eddie's diseased body, whimpering. The skin on his shoulder was pale and burnt, tinted purple from bruises. His veins were bright red and the bite mark was green, the skin peeling and scabbed. In the space of three hours since the… the accident, Eddie's skin had lost its colour and his face was gaunt. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, his bones seemed to be pressed against his skin and his hands were hooked, scratching at the blood-stained mattress slowly.

Kevin had tried to cauterise the wound and burn out the infection. Aleks and Jordan had held Eddie down while he screamed and sobbed, his back arching as he shook and fought against their grip. Eddie had passed out from the pain and Kevin had cleaned the burnt wound. Aleks had waited beside Eddie patiently, praying to any God he could name, the sick feeling rising in his stomach as the bite turned green and purple.

It was too late the second the zombie latched onto shoulder.

"What do we do?" Aleks repeated, softer this time.

"There's nothing to do," Jordan whispered. Aleks swallowed thickly, the saliva in the back of his throat choking him. Aleks walked over to the mattress and kneeled down beside it, pressing his knees into the dirty carpet.

"Eddie, dude," Aleks said quietly. "Can you hear me?" Eddie managed a small moan and Aleks sniffled, wiping his eyes quickly.

"Eddie, we need to do it. I… I'm so sorry. I'm sorry we couldn't save you. I'm so fucking sorry," Aleks said, his voice shaking. Eddie tilted his head slightly, his pained eyes staring up at Aleks.

"We don't want to put him through any more pain," Jordan said. "Aleks. It's time." Aleks flicked his gaze over to Jordan, his eyes burning from tears. Aleks was about to stand when Eddie spoke.

"I'm scared," he whispered weakly, his ruined voice barely able to form the words. His beautiful voice, which used to sing and laugh and chatter endlessly.

"It's going to be okay," Aleks said, and he reached forward and grabbed Eddie's hand and squeezed it tightly. His hand was freezing, his fingers twitching and his dirty nails scraping at Aleks' hand gently. Jordan walked over to the windowsill and picked up the gun with a sigh, and Aleks' grip tightened. Eddie's eyes widened and his stare bore into Aleks' soul, fear and pain dancing through his dulled eyes. Jordan walked over briskly and Aleks didn't look away from Eddie.

"It's going to be okay," Aleks
repeated, his voice cracking. "It's going to be okay, I promise. It's going to be okay." Tears fell down his face swiftly and he hiccupped, his hands shaking but not leaving Eddie's.

"I'm sorry Eddie," Jordan said softly, pressing the metal against Eddie's head.

"It's okay," Aleks sobbed. "It's okay, it's okay, I promise it okay, it's all going to be okay." Eddie closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them, he smiled.

Bang.

Silence.

A small sob.

It's okay, It's okay, we're okay. It's all okay, it's okay."