Living with Survival: Part 2

Chapter 4: Reunited

Tim stood there for a moment, staring at his brother in disbelief. The candle lighting his features, features he thought he would never see again. Jon stared right on back, not a word. Then, like an avalanche of emotion and relief, Jon crossed the room. The two hugged and cried like they had never cried before in their lives.

"I thought I'd never see you again" Tim cried

"Id given up all hope of seeing you again too" Jon wept, he wept and laughed. So happy yet all he could do was sob.

"Where are Mike and Liv?"

"What happened at the church?"

"How did you survive the last 20 days?"

The brothers talked for hours, explaining the holes in each others lives. Mikes death, Livs death. It all came flooding out, like an amateur therapy session.

"They're all gone?" Tim sighed. A noise came from downstairs. Jon shot to his feet. "Don't worry; it's just my friend Wolvo"

The man entered the attic, a sledgehammer in his hand, dripping with blood. The 25 year old was built like a brick shit house Jon thought. He was wearing a hideous mask in the design of a cartoon baby. Its entire face painted with the St Georges flag. He quickly slid the mask from his face.

"Look who I found" Tim smiled. Wolvo was stunned as the brothers had been. "Alright chap, how the hell are you?". The two shook hands. "I found him rummaging around the city, not far from the church" Tim shook his head as he pulled his brother into a head lock. "I've just come from that way, so it was you two that caused all that fuss. I had to split an army of heads just to get here".

The three ate and talked of happier times. Wolvo told them several amusing stories about back home. Jon told them about Jim, lying asleep in his hospital bed. Tim told them about how he found his clown mask. Among the dead of what seemed to be a battleground between some vigilantes and the infected. It didn't turn out well for the one wearing the mask, it was Tims now.

It was late. Wolvo was snoring softly. Tim was lying on his side. Thinking about everything that had happened. Jon was awake too.

"What are we going to do now Tim?"

"Keep our heads down, hopefully these things will starve to death soon" Tim whispered

Jon lay there for a moment in silence. "I don't want to wait for them to starve". Tim was silent now.

"Tim they killed Mum and Dad, Liv and Mike would be here too if this all hadn't had happened. I don't want to wait. I want to kill them, as many of them as possible. "

"How many is enough Jon?"

"All of them?"

Tim smiled as he turned around to go to sleep. "We had better get you a mask then".