The Final Survivors

3.

Adrian's POV

Almost my whole life I've had to be the grown up that my parents couldn't be and I did blame them for where Zephyr and I were now. We could have had a safe, family filled life if they hadn't just dropped everything and left. I'm not going to lie and say it didn't hurt because it did. It hurt a lot. I didn't even know where they had disappeared to. The only thing I was told before they left was where the guns were and to keep an eye out, and I mean look where that had gotten me.

I didn't realize I was crying until I sat up from my bed and felt my hot cheeks. Maybe I just needed to let it all out. II had told Jax everything and all I thought of the conversation was that he thought this was all a joke. I had to keep Zeph safe no matter what. I wanted the whole city, or what was left of it anyways, safe but I knew that that wasn't in my power. I need to punch something. I looked at the clock which read 3:20 and decided that I could do what I want since I basically built the place.

I threw on some spandex and a tank top along with my Nike's and headed down to the gym with my ID in hand. I made the rule of always having to carry ID's around with us because in the last year the Slashers had started to mutate to look like close friends and family members. It was scary the pace that these monsters were changing.

I gave short nods to the guards I passes; they all knew me too well. I pushed open the gym door and the worn out rubber from the mats and sweat filled my nostrils. At this point in my life it didn't bother me because I came down here almost every night anyways, I was used to it.

I started with squats and worked my way slowly through the other stations, skipping the ones I wasn't in the mood for. I glanced to my right eyeing the treadmill that we had just placed in here last week. Roy and I, my right hand man in anything and everything, had dragged it in from the dump. We tended to go there for old beds, wood, and any other solid items we thought we would need for the next raid.

I decided to give it a try, who knows it could be good for me. I jumped on the old thing and turned it on so I could start walking. I slowly started increasing the speed of the treadmill until I was slightly jogging. Seeing that the pace was easy and I wanted to get a good workout in, I held down the increasing speed button and started running like I never had before. My legs were aching and my lungs burning but I pushed myself more, increasing the incline a bit. I had never felt so dead yet still alive in my life and it felt great to be in charge of something for once. I didn't even notice when it became hard to breathe or when my throat became dry because I was just so mesmerized by the sound of my pounding feet.

Before I knew it, I had been running for an hour and I decided to stop before I killed myself. I collapsed onto the floor in a heap of sweat and jelly limbs for muscles. My breathing was coming out ragged and I didn't feel right. I started to see spots and I could feel myself losing consciousness. Before I completely lost it I heard the gym door creak open and I caught a glimpse of none other than Jax himself. What was he doing here I thought? And then all I could see was darkness.

I woke up with an pounding migraine and my throat felt extremely dry. Then it all came back to me. Running on the treadmill, feeling like I was going to pass out, and Jax standing in the doorway. I move my hand to my head and thankfully there aren't any bumps that I can feel but I probably have another concussion. I always seem to get those around this time of year.

I look over to see Jax fast asleep in one of the chairs we place in the makeshift hospital rooms. He looks so peaceful sleeping. I wish I could just curl up next to him and take a nap but I know I'll never be able to let my guard down like that.

Suddenly, Jax stirs in his sleep and bolts upright like he had a nightmare and my eyes go wide. I wonder what he was dreaming of. "Hey Jax" I manage to say, "Funny how the tables have turned eh?" And just like that he snapped out of his dream and put a stupid smirk on his face, like most guys I've ever known.

"I guess you could say that I've had an effect on you, yes?" Jax questioned with that same stupid smirk plastered across his face but I could see the concern in his eyes. "So really, what did you do?"

"Oh you know, just your everyday workout including weights and an hour long run on a new hunk of metal" I replied sarcastically. "I just need to get out of here so I can get back to work."

"What do you do here Aid? Can I call ya that? Because it kind of suits you except for when you get hurt I mean who's supposed to aid the aid am I right? Are you like the hot front line nurse in those old war movies or something because like that would be totally se-"

"Stop right there Jax. I just need to get a checkup and then I'm on my way and yes I'll be back to the front line but no I don't act as a nurse. I make rounds, but you're going to learn all about everything in your first day of training which should be soon."

Jax looked at me with a small smile saying, "actually Aid, for one thing it's already 5pm and for a second thing I already skipped my lesson just to be with you, isn't that sweet of me?"

I rolled my eyes before replying. "You shouldn't have done that Jax. Now everybody is going to think you're scared or something. You better go tomorrow so you can get started, especially if you want to help me get these people out of here."

He frowned for a minute before replying. "I know I know. I just wanted to make sure you were okay is all. I promise I'll go tomorrow. Also do you ever smile because I've never seen you smile or even laugh?"

"Depends on the person Jax, it depends on the person" I sighed. "Go get some rest before your first training lesson tomorrow or you'll regret it."

"Bye Adrian, you better get some sleep too. Those bags under your eyes are looking worse than the day before." He got up to leave and just before he closed the door he popped his head back in saying "Sweet dreams my love" and with a small wink he was gone like the wind.

I lay back down on the uncomfortable bed wondering how I stumbled across the weird soul that is Jax Ashford and I smiled to myself for the first time in a while. Maybe something good will come out of this, I thought, and maybe Jax can help us escape this nightmare which I call a reality. With my last thought being of Jax, I fell back into the dark world of sleep and prayed for some luck to come my way after a decade of the Slashers.

Hey guys. So this chapter is kind of short because I was just not feeling my story but I'm going to try to get through this writers block quickly so I can continue the story. Be sure to comment, like, and message me if youhave any questions or if you made me a cover! All the love.

Do yall like shorter or longer chapters?

What do you think Jax's dream was about?

S.N.