”I’ll go first,” Sebastian says, his voice unnervingly steady. He steps in front of Jordan, his back wide and his body looming over him. Even though he’s barely taller than Jordan, even though there can’t be more than an inch of difference, he still looms. He stills fills up Jordan’s entire field of view, blinds him to everything else.
Jordan’s mouth snaps shut. He blinks, shaking his head and pulling his hands through his hair. ”This is my home,” he says, like it means something.
Sebastian doesn’t even look at him. ”I’ll keep you safe,” he says instead, still with a steady voice. He’s not flinching, even though there’s blood all over Jordan’s floor. Even though… even though Jordan is shuddering and his mouth tastes like bile and he can’t focus his eyes on anything and his heart is as heavy as a stone. His stomach turns and the smell of blood invades his nostrils.
Jordan shudders again.
”But—” he starts, but it’s useless. Sebastian is over the threshold, into the apartment, walks to the wall and flicks on the lights.
The bright lights just makes it worse.
With the lights, Jordan’s eyes are glued to the blood on the floor, and the walls, and the paintings, and the curtains. A keening noise escapes him, and he feels his stomach swoop. Feels his knees tremble.
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Sebastian pulls him into the apartment; closes the door behind him and locks it. Jordan stares at him in silence, his feet frozen on the (bloodied) floor where Sebastian planted him. His eyes are still stuck on the blood. There is so much of it. How can there be so much blood? What the hell happened here?!
”Wait here until I say it’s safe,” Sebastian orders, his hands on Jordan’s shoulders. A steady pressure bearing down on him, he waits until Jordan looks up at him before he nods—one quick, sharp motion—and leaves him alone.
(Jordan doesn’t want to be alone.)
”What the fuck?” he whispers to himself.
He takes a step forward. Stops. Pressing his hand over his eyes, Jordan curses lowly to himself, his mouth running wild in pace with his mind.
It makes no sense!
He can hear Sebastian’s footsteps—the apartment is small enough that Jordan constantly hears everything. His two roommates are not exactly the most quietest of people, either. So he can hear it as Sebastian goes through the apartment, room by room. And he hears the loud thump against a door.
”Sebastian?” Jordan calls, voice shaking. He takes a few steps forward, until he’s out of the hallway.
”I’ll take care of it,” Sebastian answers calmly. There’s a thump again, louder. Another one follows quickly and a third one almost seems like someone rammed against the door. Jordan inhales sharply, the air cutting his throat. He bites down on his lip until he tastes blood.
The kitchen is well-stocked, last he remembers. Jules went on a shopping spree only four days ago, buying for more than they needed. Apparently, he had a pretty large discount or something. But it means that the pantry is stocked with plenty bread and cookies and pasta. The fridge is stocked with milk and cheese and eggs. So many eggs. None of them even like eggs.
A louder thump hits. The wall shakes as something hits it, and he can hear somebody grunt. A groan answers it. Jordan’s eyebrows furrows, his hand landing on the knife-rack.
”Sebastian?” he calls again. ”What are you doing?”
”Killing the zombie.”
Jordan’s spine snaps from the force of his spin. ”What?” he bites out, furious hurt beginning to burn in his chest. The world comes into bright focus; the sunlight streaming in through the windows, the curtains fluttering in the soft breeze from the air conditioner, the loud snarls and grunts coming from the bathroom. ”What the fuck to do you mean by zombie?” he snarls, snagging a kitchen knife and walking toward the noise.
Jordan is getting really fucking sick of this zombie bullshit.
He stalks into the hallway on heavy feet, his eyes narrowed and glaring ahead. His breath quickens as he goes, his hand gripping the knife so tightly it hurts. He forces down his nausea, ignores the voice shrieking in his head, and keeps walking. Turns the corner holding the knife up in front of him like he can actually use it to fight, and stops dead in his tracks.
”Ah,” he lets out, the knife slipping from his hand. He mumbled, ”That’s a zombie,” his voice breaking on the last (unbelievable) word.
Sebastian looks at him, standing with the zombie pushed up against the wall. It’s trying to bite him, the eyes completely whitened—like how blind people’s eyes look in movies. It’s frothing at the mouth as it growls, the hands tearing at the wall.
Sebastian has one hand on the zombie’s wrists; keeping the arms locked above its head, and the other arm shoved into the zombie’s throat; effectively keeping it from doing any damage. Jordan gulps, his mouth suddenly drier than sand. He stares, unable to move. The knife clatters against his foot as he stumbles back, cursing.
”Are you alright?” Sebastian asks, not moving. He’s not even looking at the zombie—at Jules. Instead, his eyes are on Jordan, watching him intently.
Jordan waves at his former roommate, making unintelligible noise. Sebastian’s eyebrows furrow and he follows Jordan’s line of sight. ”Don’t worry about it,” he says after a short pause. ”I won’t let it hurt you.”
Jordan makes another noise. He stumbles back again, his back striking the wall harshly. Jules hangs in Sebastian’s grip, legs kicking wildly but unable to get loose. Jules—the zombie—snarls in Sebastian’s face, teeth clacking together sharply. Jordan’s breath hitches in his throat, his nails biting into his hands. Jules clacks his teeth again, and Sebastian shoves him harder against the wall.
Jordan closes his eyes, pressing his hand over eyes until they hurt. He hears the snarls cut off, hears a body thump to the floor, hears Sebastian walk over to him.
And still, he doesn’t move.
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well, someone is going into more shock.
Yassssss it’s a nice change to see a character who reacts like this, realistically towards a zombie apocalypse. You did a wonderful job author!!
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kyahhhh moveee, go to hubby’s house 😭
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Suggestion:
“ Jules went on a shopping spree only four days ago, buying for more than they needed. ”
Change “for” to “far”