What happens now?
"Sit tight darlin'." The large blonde said, shifting Columbus awkwardly so he was laying on the seat, shedding his beloved snake skin jacket Tallahassee draped it over his lover before kissing Columbus's head, brushing some of the curls from his eyes before stepping out of the car and into the drivers seat.
Columbus woke the next day about mid morning his head swimming. Blinking he weakly sat up, his body threatening to give out in a feverish exhaustion, the heat his body was radiating along with the already warm mid morning sun caused Columbus to break out into an uncomfortable sweat. He peeked his head into the front seat frowning when Tallahassee was not dozing in the drivers seat, the brim of his hat tipped to shade the sun like he always would. Brunette eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he looked around the outside of the car through the tinted windows, his surroundings could only be described as a large over grown bush.
Glancing back around a heavy weight started to settle into Columbus's stomach as he started to notice almost everything belonging to his blonde lover was gone. Nothing in the vehicle hinted that Columbus had been traveling with someone as apposed to traveling alone. The last 2 pistols and a semi-automatic weapon that still had ammunition were gone along with the last of the shells for the arms, Tallahassee's hat was also missing the only indicator that the man had even existed was the few Twinkie wrappers littering the foot wells of the car and the lingering musk of the man.
Frustrated tears started gathering in the corners of his eyes, he was alone. Tallahassee had finally left him behind and he was alone. Stubbornly the brunette scrubbed the tears from his eyes, pushing his fists into them until the tears were gone leaving his face much redder than it had before. The lingering smell of the man made the sick brunette nauseous, his head spun as he sat in the car his palms sweating and his body weak with the memories of the weeks of them living together in the vehicle. Sitting where they had made love countless times and where they slept caused a fresh stream of hot tears of anger and hurt to slide down Columbus's face. He reached under the seat and gripped his sawed off shotgun to his chest, the cool metal against his cheek soothed him as he opened the car door, leaving the safety of the truck.
When his feet touched the ground he took a moment to observe his surroundings, his back pressed tightly against the side of the car. He was in a small silent neighborhood devoid of life, not even the undead were staggering down the desolate streets. Deciding that it was safe to travel by foot, Columbus started walking down the middle of the street, the hot sun beat down on him as he traveled, burning his skin and making him weaker than ever before. His vision began to blur as he approached a small park with a pavilion with an inviting shade in the middle of the playground equipment. Stumbling over bodies of children and adults alike he attempted to drag his body to the pavilion but never made it. Chocolate brown eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body crashed to the ground, his stomach emptying its contents onto the ground and soaked into this clothes the harsh taste of bile coating Columbus's tongue as he slipped into unconsciousness.
When Columbus opened his eyes again it was dusk, the sun was just slipping below the horizon and the groans of the undead rang clear in the night. Squeezing his eyes tight he prepared himself for the worst, he waited to feel jagged nails and rotted teeth tear into his flesh, and for the first time he prayed. He prayed it would be fast, he prayed that it wouldn't hurt. Tears slipped from his closed eyelids leaving a quickly cooling track on his skin, he prayed that he would see his family, and he prayed that Tallahassee wouldn't find his body. The limping footsteps got closer to his body, he could hear the flesh being torn off of the bodies around him the wet smacking noises as they were eaten. His whole body began to tremble as he tried in vain to stay still he was still to weak to get up and move quickly and doing so would be the inevitable end.
The footsteps drew impossibly closer, when he heard a voice screaming over top of the grunts and snorts that the infected were making.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARDS GIVE HIM BACK. JAYMIE!" The clear southern draw rang out over the park, drawing the infected's attention away from Columbus and toward the noise.
"JAYMES PLEASE. ANSWER ME." Bright lights washed over his body, the lights shone through his eyelids and stopped. A loud metallic bang rang over the abandoned park and several blasts from a shotgun shattered the relative quiet.
"Oh God, please no. Please god not again." The voice sounded broken and on the verge of tears, and sounded so familiar. Heavy footsteps thundered to his spot, this was it, it would all be over and death would finally wash over him. Columbus prepared himself for death, letting out a wavering breath as a few tears trailed down his cheek after the first ones.
"Jaymes, oh God, please open your eyes baby. Please." Trembling hands fluttered to his pulse point checking for a heart beat accompanied by a cry of relief when his fluttering heart beat was felt through his skin.
"Oh thank God, thank God." Columbus forced his eyes open as he was scooped off the ground and into strong arms, as a crooked nose was pressed into the junction of his neck and shoulder. The brunettes vision was still too hazy to register who was hugging him close, but the painfully familiar smell of Tallahassee's musk filled his senses leaving him with an undeniable feeling of home.
"Keith?" He whispered, his voice raspy and quiet.
"I'm here baby doll." Keith sobbed, the usually stoic man unraveling into a pool of tears as he held Columbus close and carried him back to the car, cradling him in his arms. The fear of his lover being infected squeezed his chest painfully as he laid Columbus in the back seat of the car, and stripped the brunette of his clothes, leaving his fragile body naked on the seat.
Columbus curled in on himself whimpering closing his legs tight whimpering feverishly over and over "You left me, you left me." The words yanked at Tallahassee's heart, as he gently pulled Columbus's legs open.
"Hold still damn it." The blonde growled, the fear of his lover becoming one of the undead quickly grabbing at his gut along with his chest, squeezing so tightly it was a wonder the southerner hadn't passed out. "I'm checking ya fir bites."
Chocolate brown eyes fluttered closed once more as his body relaxed, to exhausted to fight back or struggle any more, he felt calloused hands inspect every inch of his body several times, and thread through his hair before he was deemed relatively unharmed and his naked body was scooped back into strong arms the blonde thanking every high power he knew of before kissing Columbus's face and neck as many times as he possibly could.
AN: Sorry about the wait, I got super busy right as I was about to post this and had to get my priorities in place before I could continue this (boo) well, here's the second chapter, tell me what you guys think! Comment favorite and all that jazz!
~Hope