Phil laid on his back in the bed, staring at the ceiling. He killed more zombies than he could even count in the woods, but it didn't matter. All of it was a blue in his mind.
The only thing Phil was concerned with right now was Jeff. Jeff was still out there, and Phil had no idea where he was, or how he was, or even if he was still alive. Phil quickly shook that thought away. That was not an option. Jeff had to be ok. He had, to be, ok.
All he really wanted to do right now was sleep. In Phil's dreams, Jeff was still by his side. Next to him, safe. It was all Phil wanted.
Amy slowly entered the bedroom, looking at Phil. "Phil, you haven't eaten all day. Come down and get some food."
"Jeff probably hasn't eaten either," said Phil. "And we're all just sitting in a house while he's out there suffering."
Amy sighed and left a can of food on the night stand for him. "Just eat the food. Starving to death isn't gonna help him."
Phil sighed and eventually ate some of the food. He looked out the window and wondered if Jeff was at least somewhere he could sleep. Phil wasn't sure if Jeff actually went with Mark or if he ran out on his own, but he just hoped he was safe.
Jeff laid in his tent in his new scantily clad outfit, curled up in a ball. All they gave him to wear was a very short shirt and equally short shorts. The group made plenty of perverted cat calls at him while he was forced to change in front of them, but Jeff was just grateful that's all they did. He would take being humiliated over anything else they were thinking any day.
He sighed. Jeff would never admit this out loud, but all he wanted right now was for Phil to hold him. He missed him so much already. As much as Jeff hated to say it, he liked Phil. He liked Phil a lot.
Jeff almost wanted to bolt it back to the house, but he knew the group would come after him and hurt everybody. Besides, Shawn was guarding the camp. There was no way he was getting out of here. Jeff wrapped his arms around himself and sighed. He knew Phil would be upset after he left, but he hoped it wasn't affecting him too hard. Jeff did this more for Phil than anyone else, he just wanted him to be ok.
As soon as the sun came up the next morning, Phil set off into the woods again, calling for Jeff. He checked everywhere he possibly could, even looking up into the trees to see if he was hiding. But so far, not a trace.
After a few hours of nothing, Phil yelled in frustration and sat back against a tree. He ran his hands over his face and felt the stinging sensation of tears in his eyes. Phil knew it was almost hopeless that he'd find Jeff, but he wasn't gonna let him suffer without even trying to help.
He got up again with a sigh and started walking back to the house. If Phil really wanted to accomplish anything, he needed the rest of the group's help. He wasn't getting anywhere by himself, and it's not like he could take Mark's group on by himself anyways.
Mark's group got moving a little while later, with Jeff trudging along with them. If Jeff didn't hate all of them before, he more than did now. All they did was stare at him, like a bunch of dogs salivating over a piece of meat. It's de Jeff sick to his stomach. They didn't even try to hide the fact they were staring at him.
Shawn got a smirk and walked up behind Jeff, putting an arm around his waist. "Hey baby, why don't we take a break and find a bush to lay behind?"
Jeff smacked his arm away with a glare and was about to say something but Mark cut him off.
"Hold it," said Mark, stopping and signaling for the group to stop. Just a little ways ahead there was a family with small children huddled around the few supplies they had.
"Do they need help?" Said Jeff, raising a brow and looking at them. "I can help them."
Mark scoffed and chuckled. "Help? The only help you're gonna be giving is helping me take those supplies."
Jeff's eyes widened. "We're not taking that stuff! They need that!"
"We need stuff," said Mark, shrugging. He pulled out a gun and slowly started walking over to the family. Jeff but his lip before yelling at them. "Run!"
The family turned and immediately grabbed their stuff and ran. Mark didn't even bother going after them, he just turned to Jeff with a glare. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Jeff glared back. "Fuck off. How can you be so heartless to steal from a fucking family?!"
Mark slapped him before grabbing his chin and making Jeff look at him. "Look you little shit, it's every man for himself. We don't have time to care about anyone. It's not like anyone gives a damn about you."
Jeff looked down and Mark chuckled. "Aw, what's the matter, miss your little boyfriend?" He pushed Jeff's face away. "Trust me, he won't want you when I'm done with you."
Mark pushed Jeff to the ground and pinned him down.
"Get off of me!" Yelled Jeff, punching and kicking at him.
X-Pac and Shawn helped hold Jeff down and Mark slapped him hard. Jeff bit his lip and grunted a little from the stinging sensation. Glenn walked just a little ways away to stand guard for zombies.
"You need to be taught a lesson," growled Mark, grabbing onto Jeff's hair and pulling it back. He started biting at Jeff's neck and Jeff squirmed in pain underneath him.
"Stop!" Yelled Jeff, trying to kick Mark off. Mark brought his mouth to Jeff's and bit his lip, making Jeff cry out in pain.
Mark chuckled. "Trust me, you haven't felt real pain yet." He unbuttoned his pants as Jeff's eyes widened and his heartbeat sped up.
Phil walked back into the house and everyone looked up at him. He shook his head with a frown. "I need your help."
"Bout time you asked," said Amy, getting up.
Eve followed and Hunter sighed. "Do we have any idea what we're getting ourselves into here?"
"It doesn't matter, we're saving him," said Phil. "We can take whatever they have to throw at us."
"That's if we even find him," said Hunter, walking over to them. "If Jeff doesn't want to be found, I doubt we're gonna find him."
"We're looking for him," said Phil with a glare, crossing his arms.
"Fine, but there's other things we should be doing right now," said Hunter. "We haven't finished going through the houses."
Amy just gave him a look that said stop talking and followed Phil out of the house. Hunter sighed and left after Eve, heading towards the forest.
Jeff held his knees to his chest in his tent, tears streaming down his face. He kept repeatedly telling himself he was ok, and that he was fine, but he couldn't shake the feeling of Mark's hands all over him. That was the worst thing Jeff had ever been through. As if Mark raping him wasn't enough, he was more than happy to let his friends join in. At the same time, even.
They had at least shown him "mercy" and set up camp early cause Jeff couldn't walk afterwards. He wiped some tears away and pulled his hair out of his face, taking deep breaths. Jeff didn't want to show them weakness, he knew they would take full advantage of it. 'They, are not, going, to break me.' Thought Jeff, mustering up a glare.
As Phil, Amy, Hunter, and Eve trekked through the forest, they searched diligently through everywhere they could think of, calling Jeff's name out over and over again along the way.
"It's getting late, Phil," said Amy, after another site turned up empty.
Phil glared. "So?"
"So, we should turn back," said Amy. "Wandering around aimlessly in the dark won't do us any good."
"I'm not going back until I find Jeff," said Phil, starting to walk further into the forest.
"Phil, you can keep looking tomorrow," said Hunter. "We need to get back or we'll get eaten by zombies. You can't help Jeff if you're dead."
"How can I go back and sleep in a damn bed when I know he's out here suffering?" Said Phil, turning back to face them.
"You'll have more energy in the morning," said Eve, giving him a sympathetic look. "Let's just go back."
"Fine," grumbled Phil, walking past them back towards the house. "I'm glad you all can rest easy after abandoning Jeff."
"We're not abandoning him," said Hunter. "He wanted this."
"He didn't want this!" Said Phil. "He just didn't want us to get hurt! He saved our lives, and you repay him by giving up on him!"
"We'll keep looking tomorrow," said Hunter. "You don't have a clear head right now. I know he was your little boyfriend, but you need to start thinking sensibly about this."
"Not was, is," said Phil with a hard glare. "Fuck you."
Hunter sighed as Phil walked away.
"He needs time, Hunter," said Amy. "A lot of time. He loves Jeff."
"Do you really think we're gonna find him?" Said Hunter. "We are doing nothing but wasting time and risking our lives on a god damn goose chase."
"Probably not," said Amy. "But Jeff risked his life for us, the least we can do is look for him. You said it yourself we need him."
Hunter just sighed again. "Whatever, let's get back."
The next morning, Jeff woke up when someone kicked his tent.
"Get up," said Mark, from outside the tent.
Jeff slowly picked himself up off the ground and crawled out of the tent. Mark smirked. "Sore?"
Jeff glared at him. "Fuck you."
"Well, if you insist," said Mark, yanking Jeff up and making him squeal. "I was gonna let you wait til tonight so you could recover, but since you're so eager-"
"Let me go!" Said Jeff, trying to kick out of his arms.
Mark just dropped him and Jeff fell to the floor. "Fine, you can wait til tonight. Let's go."
Jeff got up and Shawn pushed him along as they packed up the camp and started walking again.
Hunter woke up the next morning when someone was banging on the door. He immediately got up and grabbed his gun, walking towards the door. As soon as he opened it he pointed it at the person standing outside. "Who are you?!"
The person raised his hands in fear. "Don't shoot! Please! I'm here to help!"
Hunter furrowed his brows and lowered the gun slightly. "What do you mean?"
"I have a cure," said the man.
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