Septiplier One Shots

The Apocalypse

Months after Mark and Jack started dating, there were rumors of a zombie outbreak.

As outrageous as that rumor was, it came true. Soon after the sightings were reported, much of the world became infested by zombies, and Mark and Jack were the only ones left in their destroyed town that weren't infected.

Their apartment became overridden, so they had to salvage what they could and run. They didn't have any guns to defend themselves, but they did have other weapons. Jack had a baseball bat on him at all times, and Mark had an axe. They also had another bat with nails in it, as well as a multitude of other defense mechanisms that they didn't carry as often, including daggers and the like.

They stuck together at all times, and when they got tired, they went back to their base that had their weapons and other belongings at.

"Hey, Jack," Mark said, "It's getting late, think we should head back?"

"Yeah, we probably should," Jack agreed, "Let's watch each other's backs."

Mark nodded, doing a quick look around himself and his boyfriend. Seeing that it was safe, he gestured for Jack to follow him.

Jack did so carefully and quickly. It was only about ten minutes before they were safe at home, well, kind of a home... their home for now, at least.

Jack walked inside first, Mark following, closing the door and putting the barrier on it to make sure it wouldn't come open. He didn't want to give away their location.

Jack fell onto their makeshift bed as Mark closed the ripped curtains over the small windows.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this," Jack sighed.

"I know, baby," Mark said, combing his fingers through his hair, "It'll work out..."

Jack sat up and looked at Mark, "Come here," He said, patting the space on the 'bed' next to him.

Mark walked toward him and sat slightly behind Jack. He put his arms under Jack's and held him around his torso, placing his head on his shoulder.

"This fuckin' sucks," Jack said softly.

"I know," Mark said, a little louder than a whisper, closing his eyes.

"This doesn't even seem real..."

"It doesn't."

After a moment of silence, Jack spoke up again, "Sorry for complaining so much."

"Don't be," Mark said, "I agree with you, there's just nothing we can do except fight. There are other survivors though, we just have to stay positive until the remaining scientists and officials find a cure. Remember what they said on the radio the other day?"

"Yeah, you're right, we need to stay positive..." Jack said, "It's just so hard."

Mark kissed Jack's cheek, then returned to his placement on his shoulder, "I know it is..."

Jack sighed again.

Mark moved Jack's head so it was facing him and he brought their lips together in a kiss.

Their kiss was interrupted by groaning from outside. Zombies were approaching.

"Shit," Mark whispered, "Get in the back. We need to hide."

Jack nodded, clutching his baseball bat. His knuckles turned white.

There was soon banging on the door of their base, and they quickly found a hiding place behind some shelves. They crouched in the dark corner and gripped each others hands.