Cracking The Commander (DJ x Commander)

CHAPTER 9

"Commander!" DJ was the first to run. He should've trusted his gut. He knew that glare from Fallen King meant something! "I heard it over here!" He cried, tearing through the thick bushes and grass. Scout was hot on his trail, equally terrified as him.

DJ couldn't hear the thuds of boots behind him, his heart was pounding so loud in his ears. He stumbled a few times but that didn't deter him. He needed to help Commander before it was too late. In record time, DJ finally reached the source of the screams, eyes widening at the sight.

There was Commander, clawing and crying at a heavy zombie, which was latched into his leg like a rabid creature. For some reason, the sight sent a flash of hot rage through him. He didn't know why, he wasn't all that close with Commander, but his rage made him act on pure impulse. He ran over with a fierce growl. The disgusting sound of something tearing followed by a screech from Commander only made him angrier.

His hand delved down to reach for Commander's hip, as he knew that was where Commander's gun was always kept. Why didn't Commander use his damn weapon?! He wasn't too caught on to the question. All he could do was fire blindly, praying that he didn't end up shooting and fatally wounding his leader instead. The tremble in his hand wasn't hard to miss and DJ struggled to keep it steady from all the adrenaline rushing through his veins. He lifted the gun up, squinting his eyes, and shot. A crack, and then the sound of liquid hitting the grass. Terrified, DJ peeked his eyes open and was relieved to see he didn't miss.

The zombie was shot right in the head, laying on his back in a fetal position with brains covering the once green grass below. DJ heaved and gulped in air, hands still trembling like crazy. He barely had a chance to take in what he did before Scout cried.

"Dad!" Scout reached towards Commander, only to be held back by another tower. "Let me go! Please! He's dying!"

DJ whipped his head around and gasped. Commander was deflated on the ground, gagging and choking on air. He was as shaky as DJ's hands, maybe worse. DJ took no time to run over, pulling the small leader into his arms, and loosely examining the sight of his gored leg. He thought back to Commander's rants about heavy zombies and their bites. Commander might die. Commander will die.

"Shit, Commander—" DJ said. "Stay with me here!" He turned to look at a terrified Scout among the rest of the team. "Get Medic! Now!" He growled. Once he saw some towers scurry off, hopefully in the direction of the medic, DJ turned his attention to his dying leader.

Commander looked up at DJ with a newfound expression. A look of agony and terror. DJ thought back to Scout, how he had worn that same expression when he was bitten. The two had a scary resemblance.

"I don't wanna die!" Commander reached up and latched onto DJ. "DJ, DJ— DJ please..." He whimpered, sobs catching in his throat. "Just help me! Don't let me die! I-I'm scared." DJ's brows furrowed as he watched tears dribble down Commander's flushed cheeks. The sight was uncanny to him and he felt woozy himself.

"Where is he?!" DJ heard Medic cry, causing him to jolt and look over. Medic looked her little brother over, pale in the face. "We have to hurry. I need to wrap his leg and DJ, you will carry him to the humvee. Got it?" Her voice was firm and didn't allow for any objection (not that he would anyway). DJ nodded and prepared himself to carry dead weight all the way back to the humvee.

If DJ was being entirely honest, the rest was a total blur. And he wasn't really one to retell an already told story, right? All he could remember was the blood and the screaming, and the eventual end.

Commander had thankfully survived all thanks to Medic's quick thinking and expertise. DJ greatly wanted to give that woman a huge hug for saving him.

However, though Commander was still living, there came even more consequences. DJ was told by Commander (and Medic later) that the leader would have difficulty walking from then on. The musician didn't doubt that at all, especially after seeing the damage that was left on Commander's leg. He knew that would cause issues in the long run, as Medic had told him that Commander would likely be more snappy during his healing process, but he was willing to be there for him whenever he needed it!