Chris Wood+Character Imagines/ Preferences

six feet under- jake riley

"help, I lost myself again."
          "but I remember you."

I was infected, infected, all I wanted to do was save her, save that little girl, but what I didn't know was that she was infected.

"y/n put her down, please just put her down." Jake has said, face twisted with pure horror.

"was she?" I asked "am I?" I asked not able to finish my sentence.

"I don't know." He said.

"Let's go." He said and I stood up, looking at my blood soaked body.

Once we ran to the hospital we got to the showers, I ran into them, quickly turning on the water, throwing my jacket off and stepping into it.

I scrubbed my body, maybe this will help, maybe I won't become sick, maybe just maybe.

They had brought me to a room, Jake looked at me with tears in his eyes from the other side of the glass.

"I'll be fine, just go find Quentin, please, make sure he doesn't come down here, I don't want him to see me like this." I asked tears falling down my face.

He left down the hall, going to find Quentin like I asked.

"don't come back,
it won't end well."

I started to cry as he rounded the corner, when he did the hallways was no longer filled with the sound of his heavy combat boots on the tile.

"I love you Jake Riley." I whispered.

"I wish you'd tell me, too."

Soon I started to sob, anger now filled my blood, I wasn't angry with the child, I was angry with myself, I should've followed protocol, four to six feet!

I screamed, I screamed until my throat became hoarse, I couldn't leave my son, I couldn't leave the love of my life, we were all supposed to be a family.

"our love is six feet under."
"I can't help but wonder."

I imagined all three of us.

After the virus outbreak was over, we were in a backyard out in the country side, away from people.

Jake was chasing Quentin around the yard, I placed my hand on my growing stomach, playing with the ring on my left hand.

I sat down onto the hospital bed, I tried to calm myself, to stop my body from trembling, but I was scared, so scared of what was going to happen.

"if our grave was watered by the rain."

It had been more than 48 hours since my exposure, Jake and Quentin had come down to get me out, but not before a couple more tests from the doctors.

Jake and I were talking, about our future, what would happen after this virus was killed.

I laughed as Jake said something about me becoming his wife and we'd take trips with Quentin.

But my laugh soon turned into a fit of coughing, right onto the glass in front of Jake's face, blood splattering the window.