The Right Thing To Do (Markiplier's Priority Sequel)

18

These past two weeks have been the longest two weeks I've survived through. I'm not saying it was a horrible time, but I'm not saying I enjoyed it either. I've been lucky to sleep six hours a day. The day after the zombies came in, I found myself going out with others lumbering up the building and expanding the area. I couldn't handle the labour demanding work, but I made sure I could help when I could. When they needed some help holding the planks or balancing the items, I always made sure I was there. Jamie and I were also directing the production of expansion, and I was in charge of organisation and design. If I wasn't helping others, I was with him planning out things, which I preferred a lot more with my body aching from working too hard. 

It was only early afternoon when I was sitting on the balcony of the second floor, that I found myself really taking in everything that's happened so far. I never thought you could build a place as fast as they had done it. Already, they built underground tunnels of about 100 meters, with chambers inside and all. The constant import of supplies from other reserves have not stopped either. I already had security set up of five hundred guards and growing, which starts two and a half kilometres out, and our camping grounds have already reached a population of four thousand, travelling a kilometre out. People built shacks, properly insulated and all, which blew my mind beyond belief. The only rule was that people built their own shacks, but they got all the supplies they needed. Our land sits only twenty kilometres out between all the cities, but it's located so deep in forest that we're close to impossible to find if you were a stranger to these lands. I know for a fact, not even my brother would be able to find us here. 

While I sat with my feet hanging over the edge for a highly demanded break, Bob joined my side. He was quiet for a short moment before nodding his head with an appreciative hum. The sun was brightening in our faces in a late afternoon, prepping for the fall of day. This is only time of day that's warm enough for me to not shiver. 

"You know this all happened because of you?" 

"I have a hard time believing that." I replied to Bob with a soft laugh.

"Well, you told Jamie we had to do something, and you started the entire plan. Two weeks later here we are, rebuilding a new city. I mean it's not permanent, but it's more than enough until spring comes back around."

I could feel his pride in our accomplishments. It definitely wasn't just me, I couldn't have done it without them. 

"You guys, without a doubt, helped me though. You stayed up late a lot of the nights with me doing blueprints and set up. Jamie probably did a lot more of the other work, but that's because he actually know's what he's doing. I'm just glad we could be here to get this going."

I looked up at the hills, with the beams burning the back of my eyes. I shut them and let the sun give me energy, something I didn't feel in a long time: the sun brought the warmth back to our days. The snow and ice melted, which I couldn't deny was normal in a Canadian December since the last couple years. From this change in temperature only wore jeans, a long sleeve and a hoodie. My toes froze in my shitty converse, especially when night came. 

"You know tomorrow is Christmas Eve?" Bob informed me.

"Is it?" I questioned him back with an emotionless hum. "I hope this time next year, Christmas will actually be right, and everything will be beautiful."

"Tree and all?" He questioned me, with a sweet smile spread across his face, enjoying the image in his head.

"That's the dream." I smiled with him and paused for a moment to savour the beautiful thought before carrying on. "I guess... what we could at least do is make sure everyone eats something great and take a good day off... it's the least we could do."