We Who Live ⇔ syndisparklez

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Song - Days Are Numbered by Black Veil Brides

Jfc that song is perfect for this fanfic

«Two Months Later»

•Jordan's POV•

Tom isn't Tom anymore.

He's cold. He doesn't talk to me very often. He doesn't talk to anyone very often.

He just kills. He's killed countless walkers.

But Tom's killed a dozen people.

Live people.

Just a month ago, twelve guys held Ianite, Mianite, Dia, and I at gunpoint while Tucker, Sonja, Andor, and Tom were on a run. They were going to rob us. I saw the truck pull up with the other three in it. The robbers told us to be quiet. But I was close enough to the door that I broke the lock by throwing my body against it. I dashed outside and yelled.

"Tom!-"

It felt like someone punched me in the gut. Then the pain came. A scream escaped my mouth as I fell to the ground.

I heard shouts. Cries for help. I managed to look behind me.

Tom was standing, unshaken, among a floor of dead bodies.

The leader was still alive. His eyes filled with fear as he tried to crawl away.

Tom pointed his gun at the man's head.

"Please..." The stranger begged. "Spare me."

"How dare you..." Tom's eyes were cold as ice. "How dare you hurt him..."

And Tom killed him.

I shivered. He didn't even hesitate.

Ever since his mom died, he hasn't been himself. He uses a katana blade now. It chops off walker heads like nothing.

But more than anything that's changed, he scares me now.

Ianite knows that. So I don't understand why she would send us on a run together.

I stayed silent while he drove, his eyes focused on the road.

"Taking your uncomfortable facial expression, I'm assuming that you didn't set this up." Tom spoke flatly.

"No! Why would I do that?"

A hint of a smile was on his face.

"You wanna talk to me." He smirked a little.

"How do you-"

"You could've said nothing. It was an option to stay silent. But you spoke."

"We haven't talked since-"

"I didn't say I wanted to talk to you."

I felt my heart tug. Embarrassed, I hung my head.

"Oh come on. Now I have to talk to you." He said.

I stayed silent. I wasn't about to give him something to laugh at.

The car stopped.

Two fingers lifted my chin up.

"Don't you fucking ignore me." He whispered harshly, eyes narrowed.

My eyebrows knitted but I still didn't talk.

"Am I too close?" Tom asked tauntingly. He got closer. "How about now?"

His breath hit my lips. I had an odd feeling of deja vú.

This reminded me of the first ride to Ianite's.

"C'mon sparkly-dick. Don't tell me you don't want me."

He was just making fun of me. Emotions are all in your head, anyways.

Feelings matter though.

"I hate you." I spat.

"You wish."

His mouth was at the corner of my lip.

"Why're you doing this?" I asked.

"If it isn't obvious, you truly are blind."

I knew it.

"I'm not a fucking toy! Stop being such a jerk!"

He giggled before getting off me and falling over against the drivers door, laughing.

"Pffffffhahahahaha! You think- You think that's what that was! Ha! Idiot!"

"Let's just fucking go." I grumbled.

«»

I cautiously stayed behind, checking corners of the abandoned house.

Tom walked through the living room calmly.

"Tom, what're you-!"

A walker stumbled out of a bathroom next to him.

He sliced off the body's head with his machete and threw a pocket knife down at the still growling severed head.

"Get that for me, will ya. It's my favorite." He swiftly walked upstairs.

"Son of a bitch thinks he knows everything." I mumbled as I removed the small knife from the grotesque head.

"Say it to my face, sparkly-dick." Tom shouted from upstairs. I sighed and followed him.

"Shoulda asked to come with Andor instead." I prodded when I got to the top of the staircase.

All of the sudden my back was against the wall.

"You don't mean that." Tom growled, one arm across my chest, pinning me down. The other pinning the had with my weapon in it above me.

"I was just joking, Tom." I gulped.

His eyes didn't soften.

"Never say anything like that again. You hear me?!"

I nodded. His brown eyes flashed. His head turned quickly.

Then he let me go and put his index finger over his mouth.

Ooooooo, lengthy chapter.

I think I know where I'm going wit this plot but don't be surprised if I have to restart. The Walking Dead plots are extremely delicate and one wrong move could make the entire fanfic shit.