They Called It The Apocalpse

Chapter 2

The figure held their gun at their side and had a ski mask covering their face, they were wearing a pair of black jeans and had a jacket that was a mix of brown leather and red cotton pulled across their shoulders. Cassie took a second to breath and it appeared that the figure was also taking a minute, "I'm..." she began, attempting to get up but sinking back down again at the sight of the gun. "Cassie. Cassie Prescott. I know you." The figure replied, reaching up with a gloved hand to pull the mask from their face and reveal a mess of brown hair. His chocolate eyes locked with hers and her breath was knocked out of her again, this time for a wholly different reason.

"Jason?" She asked, already knowing the answer and a smile lit up her face, "What are you doing here?"
"No Cass, the question is what the hell are you doing here?" He replied, hooking his gun onto a holster on his trouser leg then bending down to offer her a hand to her feet. He kept his eyes on her the whole time, seemingly checking for any signs of evolution. "I'm...I'm getting groceries." She managed to choke out as she let him help her to her feet. "Hell of a trip to get groceries, I'd say."
"Well, yeah, but I didn't have a choice."
"Everyone has a choice, Cass." He seemed to roll his eyes at this, as if he was done with the conversation, "Where have you come from anyway? You don't look like you've been out for this whole nightmare..." he turned and started stamping his way back down the aisle he'd come from. She watched him for a while, stunned, until he motioned for her to follow.

"I'm guessing you've been in one of the bunkers. Would make sense." He continued as he picked his way through a maze of scattered groceries. "Well, you picked a good time to leave-"
"Where did you learn how to do that?" Cassie asked, finding her footing between a green loaf of bread and an empty bagel packet. Jason turned back to look at her then frowned, "What?"
"Shoot like that." She waited patiently for his reply as they rounded the corner of the aisle and headed further into the darkness. "Oh, my dad was into hunting, you know before, he would go out almost every weekend with my grandfather. Sometimes I would go with them."
"I....never knew."
"Of course you didn't, it's not something you tend to tell everybody." With that they fell into an uncomfortable silence, with Jason leading the way to what she assumed was the exit.

A few minutes later, Jason leaned against a solid metal door, pushing it just far enough back to slide his hand round the side and move something. Noticing that Cassie was watching him he cleared his throat and explained. "I use a mechanism I made myself to keep them out, it's basically a stick against the door but they can't get through it because they don't have higher brain function." Cassie nodded in understanding and Jason held the door open for her, she ducked in quickly and he followed. Once they were inside, Jason set to work repositioning the stick holding the door while Cassie looked round his living quarters. "I thought-" she started to say but Jason interrupted without so much as looking at her. "We can't leave yet, if you haven't noticed yet it's night time, and they get worse at night." Cassie took a deep breath and sat on one of the folding chairs Jason had positioned around a small wooden table. There was a full sized kitchenette lining one wall and a pile of sheets on the floor, forming a makeshift bed. In the back of the room there was an extra door, presumably to a bathroom and windows that had been mostly boarded up lined the walls.

"It's the staff break room." Jason announced, not particularly speaking to her but feeling the need to explain.
"How long have you-"
"Lived here? Uhhh, about three years but I intend to leave soon." Cassie's eyes fell on the abundance of trash in the sink of the kitchenette and littering the worktops, empty cans of vegetables or fruit and bread packets. "Where will you go?" She asked, turning her attention back to Jason. "Don't know, haven't really thought it through, but I remember a place down south, they always called it the resting place of the gods because of how perfect it was." He sat himself down on the pile of sheets and stared up at her, arms over his knees, hands linked together. He wasn't sure what he was feeling about meeting another human being, or that it was her. "You should get some rest, you can sleep here and I'll keep watch, then in the morning you can be on you're way." He looked at her expectantly and she nodded then gestured to the extra door, "Yeah, but can I use you're bathroom first?" Jason nodded and she got to her feet, stumbling over to it and locking the door behind her.