The End of Days

[17]

Liam sat on the stump in front of the makeshift fire he'd thrown together last minute. The rabbit he'd managed to catch tasted aweful. Not because it actually tasted bad but it was a fucking rabbit. But he was starving and as soon as he saw it, instinct just kinda kicked in. Liam swung his sword down, it couldn't hurt right? But it actually caught and suddenly he had dinner.

"..m' sorry." He mumbled, picking at the meat and trying to force it down. His stomach hadn't felt right for days and he knew he was hungry but he couldn't bring himself to swallow half the time. Not usually a problem he had to be honest.

Liam took slow breaths, shaking his curls damp with sweat despite the chilly weather. The bloody pelt caught his eye, lying on a rock a few feet away. It was a gorgeous animal. He hoped it at least ended up somewhere better then the shit show that earth was now.

A stick snapped in the distance among the chirping of crickets and bustling of wind in the trees. Liam set the food aside, swinging up the messer in his hands by it's hilt.

The snapping turned into foot steps. He stood still, focusing on its direction. The extent of the fires light didn't reach far and he had no cover but the heavy wall of trees surrounding the clearing he sat in.

The patience paid off as a couple zombies shuffled in through out of the night. He worked up his strength, putting them out as quick and quiet as he could. He really wished he had his knife because the swings were doing him in even more.

He pushed the skull from his blade with a foot, letting the head drop to the ground before turning back to his meal that he had yet to enjoy. The padding sound of footsteps came again and he groaned, "Really? I just..fuck."

"Just what?" A gruff voice stated from behind him and that's when he finally turned back around. There stood a tall tank of a man, face hard and gun raised.

Liam threw the sword to the ground next to his things. "What do you want?" The man gestured predictably with his gun.

"You know what I want. Your shit. Hand it over." Liam stared at him for a moment, feeling the hot flashes and the ache of his muscles. There wasn't much of a point fighting, even if he knew he could win. He wasn't in any condition. Liam muttered a bit, shuffling back to the log he used as a seat.

"Are you fucking listening? I said I want your shit."

"Please jus-.." He rubbed at his head, his ears ringing. The man watched him carefully, glaring hard as their eyes met. "There's bears round here, did you know?" The man didn't answer and Liam just gestured to the cooked rabbit meat sitting on his bag because it was the cleanest place he could find.

"Have some. I can't eat."

"The fuck are you playing at?" He hissed roughly, seeming offended. Liam only rolled his eyes, "Look at me, man. Your gonna rob me anyway, you can afford to sit for a minute."

A big hand reached out, fisting the rabbit quickly. Liam watched lagging as he began to rip at the meat before he could even come close. The cold eyes met his and Liam finally dropped his fixed gaze, hands dropped on his lap.

"Are you bit?"

"Yeah," He continued as the man began to lift his gun again. "By a bear. It's..it's fine." The gun dropped again, still hanging at his side. They were quite for a bit, the only sound being heard was the aggressive eating. He must've been starving. Liam got it.

"What's your name, kid?" The guy took a seat a few feet away, pointing the gun Liam's direction as he ate in a show of not letting his gaurd down. Liam laughed a little when he shouldn't have.

"Liam." He admitted, lacking the energy to care. Honesty, he was just glad to talk to someone.

"Adam." Their eyes met again and Liam nodded a little, focusing back on the ground. He didn't get nervous often. He wasn't nervous. He had a gun on him but he wasn't scared. He was just..distracted, maybe.

"What's that look?" The rough voice spoke. Liam tried for an answer but wasn't sure what to say. Adam was a bear. And under normal circumstances, one Liam definitely wouldn't run from. He shook his head, tugging at his jacket for air.

"Kid."

"Nothing." He hesitated but didn't stop himself as he finished. "Just horny."

The munching stopped and he didn't say anything, eyes sliding open and shut. Horny and in unbearable pain. Liam looked over after several moments had passed, imagining he really was going to get shot now.

"Hey," A rough protest released from his mouth as Liam's hand wrapped around the barrel of his gun. He was slow as he set it aside with his weapons which he kept at a distance from himself as well. Then a big hand was gripping his cheek, pulling him to meet Adam's face.

"The hell you think your doing?"

Liam shrugged a bit, speaking when he realized he'd been resting in the touch. "Don't know. I'm a little out of it."

"I ain't gay." He was sure to tell. Liam watched as his hands began to fumble with his buckle, suddenly starving. "But it's been a long time since I've had my dick touched." Liam's head was dizzy and he swore he was wobbling a bit. It'd been years since he had something like this. Terrible fuckin timing.

His brown hand reached out, trailing up the firm hairy stomach and down at the growing lump in his jeans. "Fuck," he groaned because he really couldn't do this.

"Hey, kid. Get off." Liam sunk down into his neck, breath heavy. The searing of his skin was unbearable. Liam swore he was going to die.

"...i ca-..just take the- take it and go." He continued to ramble, his hand sliding off the warm lap as his vision blurred and he began to drift. It would've been pretty damn cool to be immune but he thought back on what he said to his mom. He guessed it was finally time.