Staying Alive

Chapter 2

Chris stood up, and walked to one of the cabinets on the left.

"Are there more of you?" I asked while I watched him rummage through some stuff.

"No, just... me," he answered. I hoped I could trust him.

He came back with a bandage. "For... your wrist," he said. He tried to take my wrist, but I flinched unintentionally. Chris handed me the bandage and I tried to wrap it around my wrist myself, but I failed horrendously. I sighed deeply.

Chris was still by my side and took the bandage from me and wrapped it around my hurting wrist. He did it with care and didn't hurt me at all.

"Thanks," I said when he was finished. He sat down in front of me, but neither of us said anything.

"My feelings... for you haven't... changed," Chris suddenly said after a while, "I still... love you, Peej."

I didn't know how to respond. I still loved him, as well, but that didn't take away the fact that I was still afraid of what he had become. I was sure part of him wanted my brain and I wondered how big that part was. Did Chris really love me, or my brain?

I felt his hand on my shoulder and I flinched again, shocked by the sudden touch. Chris must've noticed, because he pulled away his hand, stood up and left me alone.

 

 

 

 

Chris had gone to another room - who knows what he was doing right now.

I didn't know how long I sat there by myself; it felt like ages, but it wouldn't surprise me if it were just ten minutes.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I got up carefully, making sure I didn't make any sound and not hurting my wrist. I walked as silently as I could towards the door through which we had entered the bunker.

I tried to open the door, but it was heavy, and I had to use both of my hands to do so. My wrist hurt so much, but I just had to open it a little more and I would be outside... The door made a small creaking sound, but then I was slightly blinded by the daylight that shone in my face.

 

 

Chris' POV

I heard the heavy door slam shut and panic filled my body. Oh no... tell me he didn't.
I rushed out of the bedroom, but didn't see PJ anywhere.

"Peej?" I asked, but it remained silent.

How could he be so stupid? He was safe here... Or was it me? Was he afraid of me?

Why didn't he trust me?  I was still the same guy underneath this rotting skin, and I still loved him... Oh God, I loved him so much...

Frustrated, I ran outside, hoping I would find him before someone else would.