"Where are we?"
"We're safe here."
"Where's 'here'?"
A pause. Breathing.
"I don't know."
"Then how do you know it's safe?"
"I don't."
"But- "
"You have to trust me."
"We have to leave."
"We can't!"
"Not so loud!"
"Fine," he said quieter, "I don't know, Jack, okay? I have no idea."
"Sorry."
It's quiet between the two of them. Footsteps go past outside.
Dread builds.
"I can't breathe."
"What!" he whispers.
"Mark. Help. Please." he became more urgent.
"Okay okay I don't know what to do."
"Me neither."
His shaky gasps filled the dead-silent space.
Minutes pass. Or hours. Waiting. For it to be safe to leave. Maybe.
"Can we go now?"
"Yeah," he replied. "I think so."
The whole time their hands were clasped, never letting go. That didn't change when they stepped into the light.
Jack burst into tears. Mark wrapped his arms around him.
"Shh. it's okay. We're okay. We're okay now."
Jack continued to sob into his shirt.
"It's too much," he cried.
"I know. It's okay." he tangled his hands into the others hair.
"We-"
"I know."
"They-"
"I know, baby."
"I can't."
"It's okay."
"Mark-"
"Shh."
Honestly this could be between a dystopian future, zombie apocalypse, or bad fan encounters.
Please comment your theories about what it's about I'd love to hear them!
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