Wake of the Dead | Two

Chapter Two | Jasper

When he woke up again, Jasper struggled to open his eyes, wanting anything just to go back to sleep again. The waking world wasn't his favorite place to be at the moment. Not while the others still insisted on helping him with everything. It wasn't as if he hadn't been shot before. Maybe not in the stomach, but still. It wasn't like he was still dying. Wincing as he moved to get up, Jasper could feel the sharp pains running down his body from where the bullet had hit. It was definitely not as bad as it had been a few days before, which was definitely a good sign. He was healing quicker now, he just wished his body would hurry up already.

Forcing himself not to make a big deal out of getting up out of his comfy prison of a bed, he stood and ran a hand through his hair, ignoring the uncomfortably sore stretching of his abdomen. It was cold, as always. Picking up his white tee from the end of the bed, Jasper carefully pulled it over his bare torso. 

Waking up in the farmhouse, it was easy to pretend things were gradually returning to normal, even though he knew they weren't. Maybe pretending the situation was okay was bad in terms of mentality, but he would rather fool himself than believe they were all destined to die and become one of the undead monsters lurking around and waiting for their next meal.

Scratching at the stubble on his jaw, Jasper frowned irritably when he caught sight of himself in the vanity mirror beside the window. Damn, you are looking rough. He thought silently to himself. Shaking his head to clear all of the sleepiness from his mind, Jasper blinked a few times as his jaw parted into a yawn. "Afternoon sleepy," Jasper nearly jumped out of his own skin when Aubrey poked into the room. "You feeling alright today?"

Nodding he replied, "Yea, I'm feeling better." A small, impish grin twitched at the corners of his lips, "But I'd start feeling a lot better if everybody stopped worrying about me." Jasper paused, his smile turning into a frown. "Wait, Killian should be with you." He muttered, narrowing his brows. "Did he not..." Before Aubrey could respond, Jasper let out a long and exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples in an attempt to prevent an oncoming headache. "Did he go without you?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jasper grabbed his jacket from the door handle and shrugged it on, leaving the room. Killian would always be a bit reckless, he knew. It was just how the younger man was. Independent, stubborn, and most definitely determined to do everything on his own, even if it put him in danger. Heading down the stairs, Jasper's heavy boots made a pleasant thumping on the hardwood beneath them. Aubrey huffed from behind him, "Jasper, I'm sure he's fine. You can't watch him all the time." The red-headed girl hopped ahead of him and blocked his path, crossing her arms. "You're not his babysitter you know."

A snarl wrinkled at Jasper's nose as he replied sharply, "Maybe not, but I sure as hell am the only one who shows any sort of concern for him still." Not waiting for a reply, Jasper pushed open the front door and descended the front steps, knitting his brows together and raising a hand to block out the setting sun, staring out across the field. He couldn't see Killian just yet, but Casimir and Samantha were headed back with Chris and Harley tagging along behind them. When they reached the bottom of the porch steps, all four of them huffed and dropped the catches they'd been dragging back. Casimir held two rabbits, a squirrel and a pheasant. 

Raising his brows Jasper said, "Impressive." Even though him and Casimir might not be the best of acquaintances, he could still acknowledge when somebody had done a good job. His praises fell flat whenever Casimir just gave him a casual shrug, as if it were no big accomplishment. Jasper just frowned in return. He was at least trying to be polite. "Have you seen Killian?" He demanded.