We Will Make it Though This
Chapter 3: First Day
Nick/Luke
PG-13
The two men walk up to the old looking farmhouse. Nick cautiously opened the door and glanced around. "Helloo?" Luke followed after the taller man. "We aren't here to rob you or anything like that." Luke elbowed Nick in the gut. "What he meant was that our car overheated and we were wondering if we can rest here for the day." Nick rolled his eyes "Yeah because that's so much better." Luke glared at him, and Nick just rolled his eyes. They decided to split their separate ways; Luke checked upstairs, while Nick stayed downstairs. Nick noticed nothing out of the ordinary. Just an old farm house, one that was very similar to where he spent his childhood at; meaning Luke's home. The place was freaky clean, Nick didn't feel right touching anything. The first floor had a small living room, an even smaller kitchen, a decent size laundry room, and a tiny bathroom. Nick lingered in the bathroom and searched the cabinet. It took him some time, looking at all the bottles to find what he was looking for, Cymbalta. Which he figured that had helped with some form of pain, for some Johnathan Nelson. He took a tablet and drank some water. He felt relax as the pill worked against the every going depression of his. He stuffs the bottle in his pocket and then washed his face. Luke wouldn't like him taking such things, but with the world ending. Well he needed all the depression medicine he could find. He was going to make it though this, no matter what. He sniffed at his clothes and then flinches. "Bleh! I smell like drugs and booze…oohh! That must be why he pulled me out of the car like that." He sighs rolling his neck as he massage his shoulder. He turned on the shower and took his clothes off. It was time for a good shower.
Luke glanced around the master bedroom, a nice soft bed. He yawns, being reminded on how tired he was. He flopped onto the bed and sighed contently. "Aahh this is heaven." He nuzzles into the pillows, but before he could pass out, he heard water running. Luke's head shot up, high alert. Life? Did Nick find someone in this abandoned house? Was he okay? Or…his mind ran wild. Some faceless strange man, holding Nick under water. Luke hurried off of the bed. He searched around the room looking for anything blunt. He settled for a curtain rod and headed down the steps. Oh please don't be a lifeless body, Luke prayed to the gods. He crept closer to the bathroom door, listening in. Just normal sounding things. He almost wanted to laugh at his silly paranoid. But even so, he….well he wanted to check, just in case reasons. He opens the door slowly and peeked inside, scooting every so quietly into the small bathroom. The rod left behind as he moved to the shower. His hand reaches into the shadow to grabbed the man's arm. Nick give out a startled yelped as he stumbles into the wall. "Whaatt…?" "Nick? Is that you?" Nick grumbled under his breath and then growled at him. "Who the fuck would it be, perv?" "Well ah….I don't know…..I just got worry." Luke stayed at his side, not dare peeking in or he would be proving his did he even bother coming in here when he knew Nick was fine? It was stupid. Nick sighed and Luke's attention perked. "I'm fine…okay? I just smell terrible…so can you leave me be for 15 minutes." Maybe Luke just wanted to hear Nick's voice. At a time like this, even a hour away from a friendly voice, put him on edge. "Oh and can you let go of my arm?" Luke hesitantly pulled his hand away. "I…umm…will be upstairs in the bedroom. There's only one bedroom it seems. So we an share a bed, like old times…or we can decide who takes the bed or the couch." "Luke…..you're rambling. Go…I will be upstairs and we can talk." "Right…? Umm…enjoy!" He opens the door and hurries on out. "Stupid!" He hit his head on the wall. "Real smooth there, Luke. But who was I kidding? He already has someone to love." Luke glances out the window and noticed that it had started to rain.
Nick grumbled as he puts his camouflage pants on and headed up the steps. Upstairs was half the size of downstairs but yet the rooms seemed bigger. Other bigger bathroom, a storage room that held a lot of junk, and then the bedroom. Luke was bouncing a rubber ball against the wall with a zone out look on his face. Only when Nick linger by the door frame, Luke snapped out of it. "Oh umm…hey!" "Hey! So umm…what were you going on about downstairs? Something about sleepy arraignments?" Luke nodded as he pulled himself off the floor, his game quickly forgotten. "The bed looks big enough for the both of us…but I know you….." "Yes….I like that idea. I don't want to be far away from you during a time like this. Safety in numbers." Luke smiled as Nick was thinking on the same wave length as him. "That's what I was thinking about. I don't want to lose you to the zombies so soon." Nick nodded "Come on I wouldn't die on the first day. We will get though this no matter how long it will be. A week, a month, a year, etc. Nothing will stop us." Luke smiled "I'm so glad you are still taking those pills of yours, Nick. For awhile there, I was thinking you were just drinking and doing the drugs to escape your problems and not doing anything about them." Nick frowned "What? Of course, I'm still taking them. Just….had a really bad day yesterday and with the world ending, just slipped." Luke rested a hand on Nick's chest. "It's okay….we all have bad days some days. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. So whenever you want to talk about your day, I will listen."