Septic Blood (Septiplier Fanfic)

Chapter 10 : First Touch

We've been driving for hours now, the alternate camp was in sector two. The road occasionally filled itself with zekes, some I had to ram into. Mark was busy brushing off the dust on his gun, his biceps contracted with every move. He then glanced at me, his orange hair was padding the vibe around us.

"Sean? Are you parents still alive?" Mark asked. My heart dropped, the pain resurrected inside me. The memories of being in a family were touched; they were gone.

I gripped onto the wheel, biting my lower lip. Mark's hand touched my lap, a warm essence that comforted me.

"It's alright Sean, you can tell me."

I sighed and opened my mouth, "Mom and Dad, they tried to save me from the Zekes when everything started. This whole zombie apocalypse thing took everything away from me. It's been ten years living on my own. I had to keep moving, traveling here and there, I was alone all the time and that kept me safe, and that was part of my rules. I live up to that, and-"

Mark made a small frown, "And?"

"-and it's sad, but being with you, it kinda makes me feel happy."

Somehow, a tear managed to escape from my eye. I couldn't hold it in, the pain I've been through that I've never shared with anyone. Then, I felt it. A thumb rubbed across my cheek, my tears no longer there. It was Mark's hand, something I would never want to let go.

"Sean, it's okay. Thanks again for rescuing me and I'm sorry if I've been acting like an idiot towards you. I should've known you better."

My mouth slowly eased into a smile as Mark gave me a weak punch in the shoulder. We both chuckled, finally- we actually made a real conversation.

Upfront, I could see the convoys from our sector, parked up in a line in front of a huge gate. It wasn't something new, every sector has that big structure.
Everyone was still in their vehicles, waiting for Mark to signal the gates.

"Wait here," Mark said, "these people are not like us."

Mark went off the car and walked to the front of the gate, his gun over his back.

"Ryan! We really need your help. Open the gates will you?" Mark yelled. Then, this man emerged on the pillar, holding a gun and pointing it all Mark.

"Ryan it's me, Mark. Put the gun down."

Suddenly more of them came, standing on the pillars, red lasers were beaming at all of us.

"How do I know if it's you?" Ryan called out. He nicked his head into the sights, shooting a bullet that landed beside Mark's foot.

"We-URGH I don't want to say it Ryan! Not in front of all these people." Mark bawled back.

"Well it's not you then." Ryan replied, raising his finger as his men readied their weapons.

"Alright! Alright! God, fuck you Ryan." Mark said, kicking his boot in the soft ground. He scoffed a little, clearing his throat.

"I made a scene." Mark smiled.

Ryan didn't buy it, zekes were about to crawl at us from the grasslands beside the convoy. Fuck hurry up Mark.

"You gotta do better than that Mark. Edward. Fischbach."

Mark Edward what? Wow that's a pretty good name,I thought. I grabbed a pen and paper and began writing his name down. Though I don't know how to spell it yet.

'Mark Edward Fishback'? Or 'Mark Edward Fishbok'?

"Fuck. Alright! I made a scene where I fucking told Teacher Royce that I wanted to dye my hair pink right in front of everybody, Ryan," Mark admitted, "Now can you let us in or what?"