Septiplier Oneshots

In the Next Day

It's not like Mark liked being alone for this amount of time but at this point it was bearable, at least with the anonymous radio host Jacksepticeye.

     Kicking a rock down the sidewalk Mark hums along to the song playing softly from his radio. He'd listen to this song at least two to three times a week but still he wasn't sick of it. It was always better than complete and total silence.

     "Okay guys I'm back," the song cuts out in the middle and instead is replaced by a  loud Irish voice. "Now if you're just tuning I was about to give a quick story from my childhood for the segment that I do weekly 'Turing the Times',"

     Mark smiles, this was his favorite segment, right next to 'Week by Week' which was where Jacksepticeye, shortened to Jack, read a story chapter by chapter. "Okay okay now that the crawlers dead I can go. So do any of you guys remember school? I mean when the outbreak started I wasn't in school, I was in college, Ohio state, actually but that's besides the point but do you miss it? I mean I do," Jack pauses and Mark hears him take a sip of water.

      "I really miss school, well not school but the contact it gave. Like I use to be able to just walk outside and be able to wave to someone and now I'm here stuck talking into a microphone with maybe a few views. I don't actually know if anyone's listening, that screen is broken. Actually so is majority of my equipment and lately it's been really bad and I'm worried that it'll shut out soon and I'll be left alone...," Jack completely stops talking before just clicking on a song and Mark shakes his head. He was playing more and more songs lately.

        Hearing something other than the music Mark freezes, his hand draw on his machete. His feet turning in a circle he sees a group of three walkers all tied to a pole off to his left. Pulling the machete he walks towards them with ease and slices their heads off with one quick chop each.

Staring at them he sees how old they are. Must have all 'drank the koolaid' once the warning came off. He'd found thats how it was with majority if the people. They all offed themselves and maybe that's why he hasn't actually seen an alive person in over a year or two.

Mark remembers how it all went down. It started as some toxic disease that needed to be contained, could have been compared to Ebola at the time but even then the government, every government system, was hiding something. The people knew something serious was wrong but it didn't really set in until news reports of flesh eating men, women and children came about telling everyone that was the affect of the disease, cannablism, and extreme muscle and bone deterioration. Shit hit the fan right there. Raids, suicide rates tripled, murders, robberies, the laws didn't matter at that point. Police couldn't contain the disease any longer with the public raging with dramatics so it spread until eventually every city and state was overrun with the living dead. He still remembers the last words he ever heard from someone other than Jack and himself. "The last safe zone has been overrun. The world is over. Save yourself," it was blasted from every radio possible and it made him sick, every once in a while if you flip through enough channels with a good radio you can still find it.

      He also remembers his friends. His goofy friends Tyler and Ethan who left to a group in Florida. L.V Humanity. It was a stupid name and it probably had a stupid story behind it too. He remembers himself telling them that going to Florida to stay with a group of strangers was a terrible idea but still they did it anyway. Invited him to come as long as well but he refused. He didn't need to do that. He'd be okay. Now he wishes he would have, even if it would've gotten him killed.

"Well hello guys how did you like that song 'Riptide'? I hope you like it because I've heard it many times and if you've been listening long you have too," Jack laughs to himself as he cuts back into the radio after the song finishes. "Sorry about earlier it's just that it gets lonely and I worry but I must stay professional for all you beautiful people," Then Marks chuckling to himself. He was lonely? "But I've got you guys and I've got my lovely radio too so I'm at least a bit more sane than some others so I'll take it,"