What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 11|| To Say Goodbye- Jarbyn

Summary: *Stereotypical gruff, movie narrator voice* In a world where the undead have risen from their coffins and the living have been confined to their own, Jack and Daniel wait on the roof for Corbyn to return

Jack's POV
Around us, the world burned. Mighty buildings turned piles of rubble, their foundations no longer having the strength to support them. Shadows dancing across the land, Sun forever blocked with ebony clouds. Always threatening a storm that just never seemed to come. The winds carrying the reek of decay, the low groans of wandering zombies. Limping around mindlessly, unable to grasp why they weren't truly dead.

" We need to go, Jay," Daniel reminded. Again.

" Not until he gets here," my scarf floating along the crisp breeze. Crossed forearms pressing to my chest. Gaze drifting over the distant city.

" Jack, how do... what if he-"

" He'll be here, Daniel," I snapped. Refusing to look away from the scene before me," he promised me."

Daniel wanted say more, I could see it in his eyes. In the way he bit his lip. Maybe he wanted to remind me of Zach. Remind me of the promise the three of us had made. Remind me of the short, braindead brunette we had seen limping through the desolate streets not even a month ago.

And I hated him for it. For even thinking of bringing Zach up after we both agreed to never speak his name again. Agreed to forget him.

" He'll be here," I repeated, softer this time. Unsure of who it was for. Of who I wanted to reassure.

He didn't respond, he only stared ahead. Brilliant blue dull with the same distant sheen. Always looking as if he were experiencing a flashback. Seeing them again and again, forever plagued with memories of Jonah and Zach. With memories of what happened, how it all went wrong.

A part of me wanted to comfort him, wanted to feel the firm warmth of his shoulder beneath my palm. I ignored that part, I ignored a lot these days.

My eyes followed the echoing growl of a motorcycle. Watching billowing dust chase after the approaching vehicle.

I followed the natural stair-step design of the roof. My body moving on autopilot and quickly. Jumping to the ground a little higher than usual. Ignoring the gentle ache of my knees. I just needed to see him. I just needed him to be okay.

The motorcycle coming to a screeching halt. Flinging its leather-clad driver to the ground with rough grunt.

I all, but ran to him. Falling to the dirt, pulling his head into my lap. Tugging off his helmet. The dork smiling up to me, fatigue leaving cold blue heavy.

" Hey, Baby."

" Don't hey baby me, asshole. I was worried," I pressed my hand to his cheek, leaning down to meet his lips. They were soft and warm against mine. Chasing after me as I rose.

Corbyn held my scarf gently, careful not to damage the precious item. Tilting his head slightly, deepening our kiss. He poured his everything into it and I swallowed it happily. Our first kiss in weeks.

" God, I was so worried," my hot breath fanning over his lips. Fingers gripping at his jacket, keeping him close. My hand trailed from his chest to his side. Resting my palm there. Hiss sharp against my mouth," Corbyn what happened?"

He shook his head. Lids falling, face screwing up in agony. Trying to pull away," I-I... I brought some supplies. I-it's... everything from... from my base."

" That'll definitely make up for you being late. Daniel's pretty pissed, babe," I tried to force a laugh, allowing him to pull back. Unable to help my worry, slowly bringing my hand back. Only for him to shrink away from my touch.