Feral - A Septiplier Fanfiction

Ch.21

Jack felt nervous as he sat in one of the only whole chairs left in the kitchen, but he didn't know why. Maybe it was the lack of sound within the house, or the dead stare that Felix held even as he smiled at the Irishman. Felix sat across from his old friend and seemed to study the other man.

"You look... good," Felix admitted, a hint of jealousy flicking across his face when he noticed Jack's clean shaved chin.

"Thanks," Jack said quietly. "You look tired."

Felix chuckled. "You could say that. So let's get down to business. How'd you get back and why are you here? Do you need another favor?"

"I came back with some new friends." Jack avoided the second and third question. "Where's the-"

"Family? Dead. All of them, every single one. There was a large Feral attack and they learned how to uproot the damn fence. The fence, Jack! They hid me and a couple of the kids down in the basement because I was already wounded from something else. The whole family died and was eaten that had been upstairs. Those of us downstairs, aside from me, ended up killing themselves from grief. Only I stayed because... I've given up so much that I don't even have the energy to make a big deal out of offing myself. I just go with the flow."

"I'm so sorry Felix," Jack said softly. He felt even more terrible for wanting to seek help from these people. Of course they had their own problems... Then again if he had just thought about the plan sooner, maybe he would have saved them before the attack happened. Jack sighed. Who was he kidding, of course he couldn't save everyone.

"Well. Whatever. You didn't answer my question. Why are you here and did you need something from me? Did you ever even find Mark at all?"

Jack took a deep breath. No more playing around, he had to explain everything.

"Felix, Mark is the first Feral. He was created by some scientists and is the leader, and there might be a connection between him and the rest."

Felix stared blankly at Jack, not even phased. "Interesting. Fascinating. But are you purposely avoiding my questions?"

"I'm getting there, bear with me," Jack pleaded, and Felix exhaled and nodded for Jack to continue. Jack explained how Ethan had been kidnapped and watched Mark turn, the theory behind the livestream and how the apocalypse started, Jack finding Mark himself and training him, and finding the community he was in now.

"Mark can speak in small sentences now Felix, it's amazing. And he still has compassion like a normal human. It... I don't know." Jack realized he had been so eager and excited to blurt everything out that he didn't notice the sour look on Felix's face.

"So.. did you just come here to brag about how much better off you are than me?" Felix asked quietly. "Because I've heard enough."

Jack hung his head. "No... actually, it was for a favor." Ignoring Felix's annoyed huff, Jack continued. "Ethan knows where the building is, the lab that held Mark. I have ninety people prepared to go in there and try to get them to spill their secrets and maybe even find a cure. We don't know if that's enough people though, because we don't know their defenses. My guys are trained, most of them anyway, to take over on territories; and they mostly do raids. But I told them that I would try and see if some old friends would like to join... Not just so I can use them but in case they needed help. Johan, the leader, agreed to let you use the place as long as you wanted, but you didn't have to stay, in return for your service."

Felix folded his arms across his chest, his eyes boring into Jack's. "Old friends? Jack you didn't even come to visit me just to make sure I was okay. Not to mention the Hanisan family didn't even know you that well, didn't care for your obsessive attitude, and found you rude for being so needy after they already risked their life to save you. And I have a feeling you already know that. So no, you came for yourself and for your pet. And before you say anything, yes he's a pet. You're treating him like a dog. Training him to say words and do things and getting a kick out of it like a Pomeranian doing backflips."