With Friends Like These

Never Saw It Coming...

Flesh. That's all it wanted. The walker shambled down the road, looking for its next victim.

It used to be a real, living person but not anymore. Now it just hungers for human flesh. All its dead brain wants is to eat, and it has an insatiable appetite.

"Well, shit! We're outta gas!"

"Guess we're gonna have to walk."

How ironic, an oil truck running out of gas...Brian thought.

Brian stayed close to Roger the whole time they walked. Every once in awhile, they held hands. Ryan pretended not to notice, but he was awed at how close these two men were.

"So you're friends, aye?" Ryan said, a ghost of a question on his lips.

"Yeah.." Roger said. He didn't want to give away too much about themselves, for their own safety.

"What shall we do now?" Michelle asked. "We have barely any food, no water, and no shelter. We need to do something."

"Let's find a house somewhere and hole up in there until we know what to do. Hopefully, there's not too many biters around the neighbourhoods."

They walked on until they found a small cottage on a hillside, desolate except for a few trees.

"This is better than I expected. We can see anything coming from a mile away." Ryan said.

But what they didn't notice, was that the cottage was only a little less than a mile away from London.

Inside, they found a gruesome sight: six walkers hanging by their necks from the ceiling. They killed them all and dragged them outside.

They found a little food inside and a small well outside.

"Let's stay here a little while, and maybe try to find another group like us so we can band together and survive." Ryan said.

Brian and Roger shared a room, and Ryan and Michelle shared another. They kept the lights out and the door locked and the windows shut. Brian and Roger held each other in the night, occasionally kissing each other.

Passion overruled fear, and Brian overruled Roger. He dominated him, spreading an aura of calm and control over Roger. His long, gentle fingers wrapped around Roger's, and they slid further down his body. Brian felt Roger's trousers, near his crotch. He unzipped his trousers, and rubbed his cock. Roger moaned quietly. Brian pulled down Roger's trousers, and his boxer shorts, and that's when Ryan burst through the door.

"There's a herd of walkers out- am I interrupting something?"

"No." Roger said, as Brian was staring at Ryan, mortified.

"Get dressed, and come on out to the front door. Good god..." he said as he walked out the door.

Roger hurriedly pulled his boxers and trousers back on. Brian gave him a sheepish look.

They ran out to the front door, and saw Ryan stabbing walkers through the window.

Brian took out his knife.

"What are you doing?" Roger asked.

"I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna kill one."

Brian went to the window, and stabbed one in the head. He looked alarmed, but he continued to stab them until there were none left.

"Good work, Bri." Roger said. "Never knew you had it in you."

Brian smiled. Yet, his eyes showed deep panic and sadness.

What have I done...Brian thought. He didn't like killing at all. He had gone against every one of his beliefs ever since the world fell apart. It was going to drive him mad if it wasn't for Roger.

"Go back to bed, you too. And I never asked, what are your names?"

"I'm Brian and this is Roger."

The two went back to bed, and Brian started to cry as soon as he entered the room.

"Oh, Brian, what's wrong?"

"I've gone against all my beliefs. It's not ri-"

Roger interrupted him with a kiss.

"You've done what you can to survive. That's enough for me."

They got into bed together, and soon enough, Brian was pulling down Roger's trousers again. Roger blushed, and Brian rubbed Roger's crotch. Brian pulled Roger's boxers down, and started to take Roger's cock in his hands and rub up and down.

Roger moaned. Brian shot him a devilish glance. All the pain was mellowing as Brian rubbed Roger's erect cock. Brian took off his shirt, and so did Roger, and Brian proceeded to get fully undressed. Brian started to suck on Roger, and Roger's breathing got faster. He sighed, and from outside, they heard footsteps. Human footsteps.

"There they go again, Michelle."

Brian ignored it and continued to suck. Roger started to climax, and he almost screamed, but Brian shushed him. Roger looked at Brian lovingly, and Brian crawled up next to Roger, and they slept until morning.

In the morning, Brian and Roger found Ryan and Michelle sitting at the table in the main hall, looking grim.

"Michelle...she's bit."

Roger started to say something, but he was lost in all the thoughts buzzing around in his brain.

"We have to leave her behind."

"What? No way!"

"Listen, she's going to get the fever and die. She isn't safe anymore."

Ryan put his head in his hands.

"She can stay here. We can leave some food, she'll have the well, she will be fine."

Ryan, Brian, and Roger left the cottage, and headed in the direction of London. The sun was shining, the sky was bluer than ever, and all seemed to be going well.

That was all about to change.

Three years ago, Brian and Roger had their first kiss.

It was small, but it marked a change in their relationship. Brian and Roger also slept together that night for the first time. It was after the concert, they were worn out and sweaty, and they had a little too much to drink. Too much, in the sense, that they didn't notice that on the news, a disease was spreading rapidly across the continent. They didn't notice, that they had it too.