More Dead than Alive (A Victuuri fic)

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The seven miles were quick and silent. Viktor managed to walk the entire ways without stopping, while carrying me.

He tried to start up conversations with me when he first started walking, but I remained stubbornly silent, and he soon gave up. So we traveled in silence.

I'd never gone this far out before. I'd always stayed in my hospital room where it was safe and there was food. Being so far out of my comfort zone was weird and unpleasant. But having Viktor there made it slightly better. He was warm and reassuring and alive. Alive. I couldn't get over how alive he was. Every breath he took left me in wonder, every time his cheeks flushed left me in amazement, every time his eyes twinkled with the spark of life I felt myself grow happier. He was so alive it practically glowed off of him.

Being around him made me feel simultaneously more dead and more alive than I'd ever felt before. The life he emitted dripped off of him and into me. Being around him made me feel energized, being around him made me feel the most alive I'd ever felt.

But being around someone so alive also drained me. I didn't see him through a wall, like I had the zombies, but there were obvious difference. The life in him, brought out the death in me. Excentuating it like a light in the dark. It was painfully obvious that I was dead when I was near him. Yet when I was with the zombies I seemed alive by comparison.

I spent the entire walk observing him, observing every detail I could in his face. From the curve of his cheekbones, to the laughlines around his eyes. I was so infatuated with his face that I didn't even realize we were nearing the human stronghold until he stopped, and looked in the distance, with a concerned look on his face.

I followed his gaze, and saw walls. They were about seven feet tall, and made from miscellaneous scraps of materials. Metals blended into woods, chicken wire meshed with plastic. I appreciated the irony of them. Whereas I had a "mental wall" with the zombies, the humans had set up a physical one. Specifically created to keep creatures like me, out.

"Fuck" he whispered under his breath, a worried looking fell on his face.

"W-what's wrong?" I asked, an uneasy feeling coming over me.

"There's a guard inside the doors, I didn't think about that..." he trailed off.

"How am... I gonna g-get in?"

"I'm trying to think, give me a minute."

His nose scrunched in concentration and his eyebrows wrinkled. He stood like that for a a few minutes. I was starting to get extremely worried that I wouldn't make it in, when I had an idea.

"Viktor?" I asked, my voice soft and hesitant.

He looked up, "Yes Yuuri?"

"You said... t-there were never any survivors if they didn't... g-go home with the original pack, right?"

"Right." A questioning look was on his face.

"Well, they probably... think you're d-dead. So won't they be surprised to see y-you?"

"I suppose so." He said slowly, still not understanding what I was hinting at.

"And won't they want to... g-get you immediate medical help. B-because you'll tell them you're I-injured."

His eyes lit up suddenly. "And then we can sneak away while they get help!"

He looked down at me in his arms and a goofy grin spread across his face,

"Yuuri you're a genius!"

I smiled back at him and shifted in his arms uncomfortably.

"Oh yeah, sorry." He said sheepishly and set me back on the ground.