The Zombies Over There

Sick

Jay's POV
10:00 pm Tuesday December 3rd

I stared at the blank Tv,
"We're heading to bed, Jay" Lewis said, kissing my head.
"Night" Sam says, ruffling my hair. I don't say anything, just sigh. I watch them walk into one of the bedrooms, together.
"Hey, wanna patch up my wounds now" Cameron chuckled. I grab my bag, grabbing the peroxide and bandages. He sits by me on the couch, I look at him and he gives me a worried expression.
"You look really sad.." he awkwardly says, I shrug.
"Where are the cuts?" I ask, he takes his shirt off and I feel my face turn bright red.
Ohhh noooo.
There was a cut on his collar, I hesitatingly pour the peroxide on the cut. He flinches.
"Sorry!" I choke over the word. He rests a hand on my shoulder, and I tense a bit. I put a bandage over it and than move to the shoulder, I pour the peroxide. He tenses and I quickly put a bandage over it.
"I-Is that it..?" I ask, my voice shaky. I hated hurting other people. Hated it.
"That's it-" he takes a deep breath. I nod and put the stuff back in my bag, he pulls his shirt back on, but leaves his jacket off. I awkwardly sit there.
"Thanks" He says, putting an arm around me. I tense and nod, looking the other way. He leans over and attempts to kiss me, I move away and shake my head.
"Let's not.." I sigh, putting my hoodie up. He looks at me confused,
"Why?". I stand up, and grab my bag.
"We cant do stuff like THAT when we're in a place like THIS" I say, grabbing my axe.
"Why not?" He stands up.
"This is survival" I say, opening the door.
"Not a romance movie", I slam the door and begin walking down the street. I needed to just relax and walk for a while, I'd stay close though. I rub my eyes, tears beginning to form. Than I break down.
I lean against a wall and just cry, covering my mouth to not make too much noise. I thought about my family, and Tord, and all my friends. How they were probably all dead.
And we were probably going to die.
All of us.
I rub my eyes and take deep breathes, sniffiling. My tears were cold against my cheeks, so I wiped them quickly. I stood up and was about to walk back when something grabbed my ankle, I tripped and fell forward, slamming into the ground. I turn around and see someone, he was messed up. His face was torn up and his eyes were dark, his mouth was bleeding and his arm was broken. I grab my axe, ready to swing.
"Please- don't-!" He cries out, I stop. He's not a zombie- yet. Zombies can't talk. He leaned against a wall,
"Please.. help.." his voice was scratchy— he sounded terrified. I hesitatingly set my axe down and kneel in front of him, I didn't know what to do. I take my coat off and put it around him, he was shaking.
"Can you walk.?" I ask, helping him get the jacket on. He yelped when I put his broken arm in the sleeve,
"No.." he groaned. I felt myself tense with the realization that I couldn't save him, my eyes get watery.
"Can you help..?" He whines, coughing. His body convoluting as he did.