A World In Chaos

Chapter Two: Poor guy

Lex hears thudding at the door, she stands and listens as it gets louder. Tension filling her body as Jason comes through the door, she sighs relief. Running to Jason wrapping her arms around his neck she looks him in the eyes. "Where the fuck have you fucking been Jason"? "You've been gone since this morning I've been worried sick".

Kissing her on the forehead and assuring her he was okay he begins telling her about the man he saw earlier.

"Did he seem hostile"? She asked knowing how soft her husband's heart could be. Jason was always wrought with good intentions and that had landed them in some dicey shit before. "I couldn't tell I was on deadmans overpass and he was street level... "He just seemed.. lost".

She looks at him feeling so much love yet worry for the sweet man she married, "Well don't go getting any ideas, last time you brought someone here they tried to..." She trailed off.. not wanting to finish her sentence as the thought of almost being sexually assaulted killed her inside as much as she knew having to murder the people responsible killed Jason.. she changed the subject.

"Is that what took so long"? He replies "No.. well.. kind of.. I had a problem with Bob again but I also kind of went back and left the stranger a food basket" she looks at him with worry "What's wrong with Bob"? She asks.. "Is it.."? He looks at Lex and lets his eyes wonder to the floor "Vulder.. yeah.. he's a real motherfucker".. "Threatening to cut off Bob's baby girls head if he doesn't have enough water by Thursday"... Lex feels the anger growing inside and wanting to release steam she begins to spout things she simply does not mean "MAYBE VULDER SHOULD TAKE HER FUCKIN HEAD"!! "IT'S BOBS FAULT"!! WE'VE TOLD HIM TO LEAVE THAT SCHOOL A MILLION AND ONE MOTHERFUCKING TIMES"!!

Fearing the deadheads will hear the shouting he grabs Lex by the hips and slides his tongue in her mouth, without a second thought she sucks it. picking her up and carrying her to their room the night carries on Into the day and Jay prepares to continue his journey to nowhere.

Jay stood alone in the abandoned city, the once bustling streets now silent and desolate. The buildings cast long shadows over the empty roads, and a thick layer of dust coated everything in sight. The world had come to a standstill, the sky a perpetual gray blanket that offered no reprieve. Jay's breath hung in the air like a hesitant ghost, his heart heavy with the weight of loneliness and fear that seemed to suffocate the very essence of life itself.

He then spots a group of deadheads running full speed in his direction, his heart ripping his chest apart he begins to run. He hears them howling in their pursuit, thinking to himself on how he gets tired and they don't. He knows he can't possibly keep this run up forever.

He spots an old house and runs towards the door. Reaching the porch he prepares to run in when a deadhead bust through the brittle door and tackles him. Not knowing Jay is underneath the infected survivor the group of deadheads run past him continuing their search.

The infected on top of Jay mere inches from his face opens his mouth and instead of attacking, let's out the most horrifying sound ever heard in history "HELP ME HEEELP FUCKIN HELP PLEASE GOD HELP ME" It screams just as Jay pulls his knife and stabs it in the heart, one of the only two ways to kill the cock suckers.

As he gets back to his feet he runs back the building he slept in the night previous and slams the fucking door, falling to the ground Jay breathes. His back on the ruins of the past, Jay thinks of how badly that could've been, and that man... maybe he left the basket... and is he alone?.. that poor guy but....that man...a beacon of resilience and strength in a world that had been scarred but not irreparably broken he says himself

"I will find him".