Feral - A Septiplier Fanfiction

Ch.4

The sound of voices surrounding him caused Jack to wake up with a groan, he didn't feel any better than when he fell asleep aside from the fact that he no longer had exhaustion to help numb some of the pain away. He looked around disoriented, pillows still blocking his sight from most things.

Jack did however see Felix standing over him, talking to someone whom he had never seen before, and attempted to sit up to greet them, but a shooting pain in his arm kept him from doing so.

Felix turned his head to look down at the Irishman, seeming surprised that he was awake but greeting him with a small smile anyway. "Hey, how ya feeling?"

Jack tried to shrug but couldn't so instead murmured, "As fine as I can be I guess."

His friend nodded and he sat down in a chair next to him, saying quietly, "I'm sure you have a lot of questions. Do you want a drink or food before we start?"

Jack licked his dry lips, feeling his throat crack as he painfully swallowed his own spit. "Water would be nice," he whispered. He was given a bottle with a straw to drink from and once he had finished, he was prepared to start bombarding Felix with questions.

"I had never seen you in that shelter the couple months I've been there. Where were you?"

"Even though it's a tiny area, there's... there were literally thousands of people living in that cramped place. I didn't even know you were in there either. And I came in... late."

"What do you mean?"

"Well anybody who finds their way to a shelter can't be turned down, they just have to be checked for weapons and friends who might try to rob them. Anyway, I was a loner for a while and then I found that place and joined it for some shelter."

"Big mistake apparently," Jack mumbled.

"Nah, a miracle. If I weren't around maybe you wouldn't be either," Felix pointed out and Jack winced.

"Is that really a bad thing?"

"Jack, you're safe. That's all that matters."

Jack shrugged as best as he could. "How'd you find people to help?"

"Well I made friends during my time as a loner, who wanted to repay me for saving one of their kids. They saw the pack moving in and had come to warn us but it was too late, however they did see me run in waving a gun to save your ass and decided to help. Afterward they offered to patch you up as best as they could before you bled out."

"Didn't think there were any nice people left in this world after all this crap, what with survival of the fittest and all." Jack said thoughtfully.

"Nice people will always be nice no matter what," Felix stated matter-of-factly, "fake nice people will be nice until it benefits them to stop."

"Guess you're right," Jack sighed, then continued with the questions after a moment of silence. "Why'd you decide to join the shelter?"

Felix's lips pursed. "Ask me later."

"Oh... okay?" Jack stared at his friend's cold face before he blurted, "You're not the same."

"Yeah neither are you," Felix pointed out.

"I mean... you're serious. And I dunno... it's weird to see you like this. Not joking, or teasing, or saying ridiculous things."

"Do you expect me to be sassy and jokey when I have suffered for months on end?" Felix spoke softly. "Tell me, you think you can crack a joke right now?"

Jack lowered his head. "No... sorry."

"Don't be. I understand why you feel the way you do, because I feel the same about you," the Swedish man chuckled without humor. "Next question?"