ok lemme change something up i said blue was 6 but he'll be 9 ok sorry i just wanted him to be a bit older, i'll change the other chapters
Michael liked waking up, not the actual waking up to be at work or school, Michael liked that couple seconds of bliss when he wasn't sure what was going on. His brain was still half asleep, he had no problems, no worries, for a couple seconds everything was just peaceful. During those seconds life seemed easy and Michael's heart filled with hope, if there were no problems or worries it couldn't be that hard, right? Blissful moments when life seemed only made of good things. Then comes one of the boy's most hated things, the actual waking up. When it all hits him like a goddamn truck, the worries, the problems, the constant uncertainty, just life. It makes him just want to fall asleep all over again just to enjoy those seconds but life can't consist on seconds of ignorance that fill the heart and mind with made up bliss.
A groan slipped through his lips when he rolled over and his back hit the cold ground of Calum's small house.
"Morning, it's like 3pm, Michael." The wounded boy said and threw a gummy bear in the air catching it with his mouth, another special occasions only product but wounded Calum was pretty special.
"I deserve sleep, leave me alone." Michael sat on the floor and took a good look at Calum, his injured foot was resting on some pillows and he had strict instructions not to move it because his stitches would rip.
It was safe to say Michael would not have a good day, with Calum in bed the days had been weird. Blake took over bossing people around, most people were working on getting that motel ready as fast as possible because Blue had gotten sick again and this time sicker than before and Arthur mentioned it could be a virus passed by some bird or insect so it became urgent to leave the forest.
"I think I'm gonna go take a shower and spend the day with Blue." The younger boy got up and started gathering some clothes. The shower place wasn't that great, the nearest lake was still a bit far and getting water was a difficult task. Every once in a while, a bunch of people would get together and carry some heavy containers down to the lake, it usually takes days. The containers last about three weeks.
"Alright, I guess." Calum mumbled and watched with sad eyes as Michael left.
It had only been three days since everything happened and Calum sensed so much tension irradiating off Michael, maybe even regret and it broke him because Calum wanted more of Michael.
Calum took a deep breath and tried to not let his thoughts get the best off him, maybe Michael got tired of all his scene, maybe he just gave up because Calum is too much work with his self hate and trust issues. He would not blame Michael if that was the case.
While Calum grabbed his new sketchbook and a pencil Michael was rubbing the dirt off his body harshly making his soft pale skin turn an angry shade of red, there were three stalls with makeshift showers and Michael was the only one using them at the time and he was thankful at least no one would be able to hear his ridiculous sobs.
Michael felt out of place, ever since they went out and almost died all that went trough his mind were awful flashbacks of the day he lost his group. The screams would never leave him, the sound of flesh being ripped of the bodies that kept him safe would haunt him until the day he died.
His skin was burning as well as his eyes, and his mind and Michael just wanted it to stop. He shut the water after the quick shower and dried himself with the towel. His movements were slow as he put his clothes on. Anyone could see Michael was miserable.
The branches snapped as Michael's heavy boots stepped over them on his way to where Blue was staying, everyone was busy doing their thing and the boy felt like he didn't belong. Since Calum was in bed he didn't give Michael chores (mostly because he hoped the blond boy would spend the day with him but Michael spent every second of his day beside Blue).
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Fanfiction"i don't even know how you managed to survive all this time, you're fucking weak" in a blink of an eye michael had pulled out his knife and was pressing it against calum's throat. "call me weak one more fucking time, i dare you." zombieapocalypse!ma...