Survival [Chapter 3]
Title: Survival
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, zombies, apocalypse, character death, GORE, AU, OOC, VIOLENCE, language
Pairing(s): eventual Ian/Anthony, Anthony/OFC, slight Ian/OMC
Summary: After it was all over, they wanted to hear Ian Hecox's story. They wanted him to retell the hell that he went through, that he desperately wanted to forget. And he agreed to it.
Chapter Summary: He remembered feeling helpless. He hated himself for it, even too this day, for not being able to help Lelia.
Author's Note: And so we're back…but that's obvious. I've been watching the Olympics quite a lot. Mostly swimming, basketball, track and gymnastics. I love the swimming the most though.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 // Chapter 2
"Ian? Ian? Are you alright?"
I'm back on the set of a documentary, a camera still stuck in my face, a clean, rich, ordinary blond with a fake concerned expression on her equally fake, make-up-caked face. I feel sick, out of breath, out of place. I am letting the horror win. I can't, won't let it win.
"Yes, I'm fine," I snap through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to jump up, squeeze the blond's throat until she turns purple, shake her and shout, "Of course I'm not o-fucking-kay! Why in the fucking hell would I be okay?!" I almost do it, I want to, but I don't. I know I shouldn't and I don't.
I close my eyes and take a long, deep breath. I'm not there, I'm not there, I'm not there, I silently chant. I slowly open my eyes and start talking about because I have to. I have to beat my demons. I have to be able to talk about, accept what happened to me.
•-•
Panic. Pain. Fear. Horror. Shock. So many emotions race through my head. Zombies. They got in. Lelia. Lelia is being attacked. Anthony is frozen, shocked. I hear footsteps behind me, a blood-chilling scream accompanying them. I feel my body moving, throwing itself down and struggling to get that thing off of Lelia, the girl who had become like a sister to me over the past few days.
The fucker's mouth is trying to bite her neck while its hands were clawing at Lelia's face and shoulder. I am kicking it, punching it, desperately fighting it. Aaron suddenly appears next to me, baseball bat in hand. He drives the bat into the back of the thing's head and its blood splatters everywhere, on me, on Aaron, on Lelia, on the floor. Lelia is still screaming, crying, sobbing. Aaron and I push the now dead corpse off of her and fall onto the ground next to her, completely oblivious to the situation around us.
The next thing I know, there are two motherfucking zombies attacking me, black teeth stained red from blood trying to clamp down on my neck. One's got me pinned down while the other is trying to push the other off in hopes of getting to have the honor of killing and eating me. Another blood-chilling scream echoes off the walls and it's familiar. It's…Anthony's. He's screaming my name, sobbing.
The zombie on top of me almost bit my neck, just barely missing, but catches my face with his nails. The pain of having your face ripped open by a creature with inhuman strength is brutally excruciating. There is blood everywhere, the thing getting more excited and tried to bite my neck again.
I am screaming, screaming so loud, thrashing as much as I could, desperately trying to get it off. I didn't want to die here with so many people around to watch it happen. I am thinking so hard that I don't realize that there was now nothing pinning me down but instead, there is a bloody, deformed head and an even bloodier body. Anthony was clutching a baseball bat in his hands, knuckles white, matching his face.
But there's still no relief. During that time, everyone has forgotten the second zombie, including myself. It throws himself towards me, a horrible screeching sound escaping from his lips. It is clawing at my arms, at my legs, at my face. Its teeth are trying to bite wherever they can get. Aaron and Zavier are over me, kicking and punching the thing pulling it off, but not before it rips a chunk out of my right leg with its bare hands.
I'm screaming once again in agony and there's blood-my blood everywhere. I won't let myself cry, not in front of anyone because then they'll think I'm just some weak pussy who can't do shit to save his life. I want to be alone at that moment but I can't be.
Demetrius is by my side looking like a motherfucking ghost, he was so pale. He's staring at the hole in my cheek and then he lowers his eyes and stares at the hole in my leg. He looks about ready to cry at that moment and all he can managed to whisper was, "Ian." He looked broken, probably just about broken I probably look, too.
"We have to get him to the first aid room," Dylan says, looking down at me. I meet his gaze and his eyes are mostly cleared of emotion except for the hint of sadness. I know he's trying his best to keep his composure because he need to have it in order to keep him and the rest of us sane.
I peer over to Aaron and Zavier, watching them move all three now limp corpses, stacking them up in the corner of the hallway, not sure of how to depose of them. Dylan walks over in his usual hardass way and starts discussing possible ways to get rid of the dead bodies as Demetrius and Anthony started to tend Lelia and my wounds.
Demetrius makes a move to come closer to me but Anthony beats him to the punch, hovering over me. I stare up at him and see the unsaid apologies in his eyes. He suddenly hugs me and I kind of hug him back but am too exhausted to give him a full-on bear hug. I suddenly feel warmth again and try to embrace him even harder, wanting to feel more of that warmth.
After a while, Anthony lets go and he starts examining my bloody wounds. He swipes the pad of his thumb across my cheek, careful to not touch the ever-bleeding wound. I watch his other hand wave someone over. That someone was Aaron. He looks down at me and smiles sadly. I decide I don't like that smile, it wasn't like his regular, perfect, happy, contagious smile that seemed to never go away. My lips twisted into a grimace and Aaron turns away.
"We'll have to lift him," Aaron tells Anthony, glancing back at me. Anthony nods and bends down to lift me and so does Aaron.
As they do, my eyes fall on Fiona, who is leaning against the wall, hugging herself, watching everyone work and talk. She made no move to join the conversation Dylan and Zavier were having and she made no move to help Anthony and Aaron carry me to the first aid room nor did she help Demetrius examine Lelia. I decide she going to get someone killed sooner or later and when she does, I'll make sure karma bites her in the ass.
I'm picturing Fiona getting overwhelmed by zombies, biting and tearing pieces of her neck out, killing her and eating her and then I kill her when she turns. When I realize how wrong and twisted my thoughts are, I am horried. When did I become this cruel and psychotic? When did I become this sick? I try to shake the thoughts from my head but it's a lost cause because the image of Fiona being eaten by zombies is permantely burned into my mind and a small, sick part of me likes it.
I don't even realize that we're already in the first aid room and Anthony is saying, "Put him down easy, easy, there we go."
I grab at Anthony's shirt and when I finally catch it, I tangle my fingers in it and attempt to pull him down when he tries to move away from me. "Please don't leave me," I say meekly, terrified to be alone with my sick, twisted, horrid thoughts. I am afraid that the darkness in my mind will engulf me.
Shock is written all over Anthony's face and he gulps and nods. He lays down on the cot that I'm laying on and turns to face me, pain in his eyes. I gaze back at him, desperately wanting to make the pain vanish from his eyes but not sure if he would like any of the methods I had in mind. I'm sure that Aaron wouldn't like them either as he stands in the corner awkwardly, trying to secretly watch us.
"Ian," Anthony says patiently, "Aaron and I need to patch you up."
I nod and let Anthony climb out of the stiff bed and help Aaron raid the cabinets, looking for band-aids and probably some painkillers, which would really be great because I am starting to really feel the pain that is emitting from my cheek and from my leg. Anthony rushes over to me, trying to clean the hole in my cheek. Though the excruciating pain, I take note that both Anthony and Aaron are wearing masks over their mouths and noses and have gloves on their hands.
The wipe's soap enters my body, stinging like hell as it enters and I try to refrain from screaming in agony. I close my eyes, trying to block out the pain but it's a lost cause. My lips twist into a pained grimace and I seal my lips tight together, refusing to scream or sob. I need to get through this pain, I can do it.
I feel a round object being forced into my mouth and a liquid is forced down my throat, washing the object down. I open my eyes to see Aaron standing over me with a glass of water in his hands. He sees the confusion written on my face and explains, "There was a thing of Vicodin in the desk drawer. Seems like whoever was the nurse was a drug addict."
Anthony hums in agreement and looks over at me, concerned. "Is the pill working?" he asks.
And sure enough, the pain numbs and I suddenly feel so much better. The only time I felt this good was the one and only time I smoked pot with Anthony back when we were in high school and curious. I come to the obvious conclusion that I was high but that was okay because I feel better.
I close my eyes and feel myself drifting off to the sound of Anthony and Aaron murmuring. I am exhausted after what happened today. My sleep is blissfully dream-free and I am happy about that. I don't want to think during my time of peace. And I don't.
•-•
Short but eventful chapter, hmm? You'll find out what happens to Lelia next chapter and possibly Ian/Anthony talk times? No sexy times…yet. ;) This will be the last chapter until probably two Mondays from now. I'm going away again on Sunday and I won't have any Internet access. Bye bye. :)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, zombies, apocalypse, character death, GORE, AU, OOC, VIOLENCE, language
Pairing(s): eventual Ian/Anthony, Anthony/OFC, slight Ian/OMC
Summary: After it was all over, they wanted to hear Ian Hecox's story. They wanted him to retell the hell that he went through, that he desperately wanted to forget. And he agreed to it.
Chapter Summary: He remembered feeling helpless. He hated himself for it, even too this day, for not being able to help Lelia.
Author's Note: And so we're back…but that's obvious. I've been watching the Olympics quite a lot. Mostly swimming, basketball, track and gymnastics. I love the swimming the most though.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 // Chapter 2
"Ian? Ian? Are you alright?"
I'm back on the set of a documentary, a camera still stuck in my face, a clean, rich, ordinary blond with a fake concerned expression on her equally fake, make-up-caked face. I feel sick, out of breath, out of place. I am letting the horror win. I can't, won't let it win.
"Yes, I'm fine," I snap through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to jump up, squeeze the blond's throat until she turns purple, shake her and shout, "Of course I'm not o-fucking-kay! Why in the fucking hell would I be okay?!" I almost do it, I want to, but I don't. I know I shouldn't and I don't.
I close my eyes and take a long, deep breath. I'm not there, I'm not there, I'm not there, I silently chant. I slowly open my eyes and start talking about because I have to. I have to beat my demons. I have to be able to talk about, accept what happened to me.
•-•
Panic. Pain. Fear. Horror. Shock. So many emotions race through my head. Zombies. They got in. Lelia. Lelia is being attacked. Anthony is frozen, shocked. I hear footsteps behind me, a blood-chilling scream accompanying them. I feel my body moving, throwing itself down and struggling to get that thing off of Lelia, the girl who had become like a sister to me over the past few days.
The fucker's mouth is trying to bite her neck while its hands were clawing at Lelia's face and shoulder. I am kicking it, punching it, desperately fighting it. Aaron suddenly appears next to me, baseball bat in hand. He drives the bat into the back of the thing's head and its blood splatters everywhere, on me, on Aaron, on Lelia, on the floor. Lelia is still screaming, crying, sobbing. Aaron and I push the now dead corpse off of her and fall onto the ground next to her, completely oblivious to the situation around us.
The next thing I know, there are two motherfucking zombies attacking me, black teeth stained red from blood trying to clamp down on my neck. One's got me pinned down while the other is trying to push the other off in hopes of getting to have the honor of killing and eating me. Another blood-chilling scream echoes off the walls and it's familiar. It's…Anthony's. He's screaming my name, sobbing.
The zombie on top of me almost bit my neck, just barely missing, but catches my face with his nails. The pain of having your face ripped open by a creature with inhuman strength is brutally excruciating. There is blood everywhere, the thing getting more excited and tried to bite my neck again.
I am screaming, screaming so loud, thrashing as much as I could, desperately trying to get it off. I didn't want to die here with so many people around to watch it happen. I am thinking so hard that I don't realize that there was now nothing pinning me down but instead, there is a bloody, deformed head and an even bloodier body. Anthony was clutching a baseball bat in his hands, knuckles white, matching his face.
But there's still no relief. During that time, everyone has forgotten the second zombie, including myself. It throws himself towards me, a horrible screeching sound escaping from his lips. It is clawing at my arms, at my legs, at my face. Its teeth are trying to bite wherever they can get. Aaron and Zavier are over me, kicking and punching the thing pulling it off, but not before it rips a chunk out of my right leg with its bare hands.
I'm screaming once again in agony and there's blood-my blood everywhere. I won't let myself cry, not in front of anyone because then they'll think I'm just some weak pussy who can't do shit to save his life. I want to be alone at that moment but I can't be.
Demetrius is by my side looking like a motherfucking ghost, he was so pale. He's staring at the hole in my cheek and then he lowers his eyes and stares at the hole in my leg. He looks about ready to cry at that moment and all he can managed to whisper was, "Ian." He looked broken, probably just about broken I probably look, too.
"We have to get him to the first aid room," Dylan says, looking down at me. I meet his gaze and his eyes are mostly cleared of emotion except for the hint of sadness. I know he's trying his best to keep his composure because he need to have it in order to keep him and the rest of us sane.
I peer over to Aaron and Zavier, watching them move all three now limp corpses, stacking them up in the corner of the hallway, not sure of how to depose of them. Dylan walks over in his usual hardass way and starts discussing possible ways to get rid of the dead bodies as Demetrius and Anthony started to tend Lelia and my wounds.
Demetrius makes a move to come closer to me but Anthony beats him to the punch, hovering over me. I stare up at him and see the unsaid apologies in his eyes. He suddenly hugs me and I kind of hug him back but am too exhausted to give him a full-on bear hug. I suddenly feel warmth again and try to embrace him even harder, wanting to feel more of that warmth.
After a while, Anthony lets go and he starts examining my bloody wounds. He swipes the pad of his thumb across my cheek, careful to not touch the ever-bleeding wound. I watch his other hand wave someone over. That someone was Aaron. He looks down at me and smiles sadly. I decide I don't like that smile, it wasn't like his regular, perfect, happy, contagious smile that seemed to never go away. My lips twisted into a grimace and Aaron turns away.
"We'll have to lift him," Aaron tells Anthony, glancing back at me. Anthony nods and bends down to lift me and so does Aaron.
As they do, my eyes fall on Fiona, who is leaning against the wall, hugging herself, watching everyone work and talk. She made no move to join the conversation Dylan and Zavier were having and she made no move to help Anthony and Aaron carry me to the first aid room nor did she help Demetrius examine Lelia. I decide she going to get someone killed sooner or later and when she does, I'll make sure karma bites her in the ass.
I'm picturing Fiona getting overwhelmed by zombies, biting and tearing pieces of her neck out, killing her and eating her and then I kill her when she turns. When I realize how wrong and twisted my thoughts are, I am horried. When did I become this cruel and psychotic? When did I become this sick? I try to shake the thoughts from my head but it's a lost cause because the image of Fiona being eaten by zombies is permantely burned into my mind and a small, sick part of me likes it.
I don't even realize that we're already in the first aid room and Anthony is saying, "Put him down easy, easy, there we go."
I grab at Anthony's shirt and when I finally catch it, I tangle my fingers in it and attempt to pull him down when he tries to move away from me. "Please don't leave me," I say meekly, terrified to be alone with my sick, twisted, horrid thoughts. I am afraid that the darkness in my mind will engulf me.
Shock is written all over Anthony's face and he gulps and nods. He lays down on the cot that I'm laying on and turns to face me, pain in his eyes. I gaze back at him, desperately wanting to make the pain vanish from his eyes but not sure if he would like any of the methods I had in mind. I'm sure that Aaron wouldn't like them either as he stands in the corner awkwardly, trying to secretly watch us.
"Ian," Anthony says patiently, "Aaron and I need to patch you up."
I nod and let Anthony climb out of the stiff bed and help Aaron raid the cabinets, looking for band-aids and probably some painkillers, which would really be great because I am starting to really feel the pain that is emitting from my cheek and from my leg. Anthony rushes over to me, trying to clean the hole in my cheek. Though the excruciating pain, I take note that both Anthony and Aaron are wearing masks over their mouths and noses and have gloves on their hands.
The wipe's soap enters my body, stinging like hell as it enters and I try to refrain from screaming in agony. I close my eyes, trying to block out the pain but it's a lost cause. My lips twist into a pained grimace and I seal my lips tight together, refusing to scream or sob. I need to get through this pain, I can do it.
I feel a round object being forced into my mouth and a liquid is forced down my throat, washing the object down. I open my eyes to see Aaron standing over me with a glass of water in his hands. He sees the confusion written on my face and explains, "There was a thing of Vicodin in the desk drawer. Seems like whoever was the nurse was a drug addict."
Anthony hums in agreement and looks over at me, concerned. "Is the pill working?" he asks.
And sure enough, the pain numbs and I suddenly feel so much better. The only time I felt this good was the one and only time I smoked pot with Anthony back when we were in high school and curious. I come to the obvious conclusion that I was high but that was okay because I feel better.
I close my eyes and feel myself drifting off to the sound of Anthony and Aaron murmuring. I am exhausted after what happened today. My sleep is blissfully dream-free and I am happy about that. I don't want to think during my time of peace. And I don't.
•-•
Short but eventful chapter, hmm? You'll find out what happens to Lelia next chapter and possibly Ian/Anthony talk times? No sexy times…yet. ;) This will be the last chapter until probably two Mondays from now. I'm going away again on Sunday and I won't have any Internet access. Bye bye. :)