The End of Days

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Wake up, eat, rounds, train, eat, rounds, drink, sleep. Rinse and repeat, every fucking day. Every day Josie survived and for that? Hah. Must be some cruel joke.

Fridays though, they were a special kind of fucked up. What could be so wrong with Fridays right? Fridays were the best- yeah well not anymore they weren't. Those were the days she saw him.

A familiar voice called out through the monitors, echoing in his glass cell. "Thank god you're here, I'm done." Sabastian groaned into his hands, complaining something about a lack of compensation.

Josie eyed the screens slowly, smirking at the man's obnoxious rendition of what she guessed was lady Gaga but she couldn't be sure.

"I know you want it! I know you want i- your a good girl! I know you- you're a good giiir- OH FUCK ME, DUDE." He clutched at his chest, having tripped on a foot at the sight of her on the other side of the glass.

"You get weirder every time we meet."

She spoke plainly although it wasn't anything close to a complaint. He took it like one anyway, glowering where he stood before the eyes settled on the tray in her hands.

He'd been here for months, they both had. Josie didn't know why she was free and he wasn't, she didn't matter enough for that type of information. Maybe that friend of his, the one he was picked up with. Maybe that's why.

"That for me?"

"No, new form of torture." She attempted a joke. He choked back a laugh which took incredible strength on his part. He raised a hand, demanding for the food.

"Your jobs done, you can leave now."

"Wish I could." She leaned against the glass, head dropping back. "You know why they send me here, right?"

"To shame you. For being a bad girl." Josie raised a brow and he seemed to realized how weird that sounded. He tsked, "you know what I meant."

She stared cold that time, not able to find the humor. "To scare me, Cam. I could've just as easily been in there instead of you. Everette? Im his lap dog. He keeps me on a tight leash, I do what he tells me. Because I'm here and you're there and we're no different."

Cameron sighed, shoving around the food with his fork. It tossed aside as he suddenly lost interest, his only concern being her it seemed as he tried to step close.

"They don't hurt you?"

"No." Josie said, thinking. "Not physically."

She pulled away at the confused look he gave. She cursed herself when realization dawned on him, how fucking obvious did she have to be for him to catch the plot?

"I'm fine, heh. Really. Don't get me wrong..kinda pissed my friends are dead. Prison sucks balls. But somehow I've sucked less balls than I imagined I would've and I think I'm relieved?"

She sputtered, slapping a hand over her mouth to contain the laugh. He grinned, pressing a low hand to the glass as if he could reach her but obviously couldn't.

Their eyes met for a bit and she struggled to pull away like she knew she had to, for both of their sakes.

"Josie." He spoke in a gravel tone, darker and filled with a heat she'd never realized he could emit. She gaped and he leaned closer. "My beards sexy, right?"

"Cameron." She shook her head incredulously despite the deep affection that swelled in her. He seemed completely serious though so she conceded. "You look great."

He smiled, eyes watching her lips. Cam's head dropped to the glass and he sighed. She understood that feeling all too much. They said some goodbyes and soon soldiers were coming in for his afternoon blood drawls. The armed men came with doctors, loading the cell as they began to tap at his bruised needle abused arms.