Zombie Apocolypse

"I'm glad someone was enjoying themselves. If I'd known how much you didn't want to be saved, Johnny, I would've left you for the Bezerker." He kept his voice light, but at the same time wished that Johnny would show a little more restraint on his humour at this present point in time. They boy was dead, and, yes they couldn't do much about it, but it just felt a little disrespectful to plough on by cracking a joke. As in way of compensation, he gave a small nod in the direction of the body. Maybe some spirit would appreciate the token of respect. He then turned towards the weeping girl, turning a you-left-me-to-do-the-talk-which-nobody-ever-wants-to-do sort of glare to Johnny. Not that Johnny would've been very good at explaining exactly why they'd remove or shatter the heads of close-to-death infected. Johnny evidently seemed to think that an explanation wasn't necessary. But Jay had found that it had helped newbies in some cases, and if anything, it pushed aside the guilty conscience that nagged at him every time something like this had had to happen.
“Listen.” It wasn’t a demand. It was some advice. “It’s difficult to kill someone you know or watch someone you know dying. But the thing is, leave them, and they’ll do something worse than die. They’ll become the thing they hated in front of your eyes. And then, of course, they’ll try and kill you and so it’ll be either them or you.”
Gloomy talk, he knew. However, said in a matter-of-fact voice, it was less of a reminder of the pain and more of an encouragement of acceptance.
“I don’t know how much of the human is left when the zombie takes over. But when I see the Mercys, I wonder if they can retain something of their human. Do they regret becoming a zombie? Would they have rather died? You can’t really ask them but if it comes to it, I’ll be grateful to the person that takes my head off.” The girl’s snuffling had diminished somewhat, so he dared to add in a conspiratorial voice: “Although if Johnny ever pisses you off, I give you permission to take his head off, regardless of whether he’s dying or not.”


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"Oh yeah, don't jest at the death scene," Jonathan muttered under his breath as he twirled the bat around in his hand, absently scanning their surroundings for any unfortunate surviving zombies who might want to join in with the jokes. "Unless, of course, it's at my expense. In which case; please, go ahead. Don't worry about me, I only had to cave in a human being's head. Yes, mentally, I am just dandy." Then, with a mockingly apologetic expression he paused and spun on his heels to regard the others, eyebrows raised comically, his mouth help agape, feigning fear. "You're not going to take my head off for that are you? Just so I can, you know, trust the team of individuals whose arses I'm supposed to be saving and vise versa."

(...I think Jay hurt his feelings...idk, late night Johnny is sensitive apparently)

Jay now felt that he did have a valid reason for being pissed off at Johnny. The boy chose now to be sensitive? At present, didn’t he see that it was the newbie who had priority on the whole “emotions” list? At present, she would need their help to stay alive, and that wouldn’t be aided depressive remarks. Johnny’s sarcastic reactions were in danger of undoing the work he had just done to calm the girl, and that would leave them with a cynical, self-pitying Johnny and a hyperventilating, hysterical newbie. Jay wouldn’t have minded quite so much if Johnny had waited till they got back to camp to raise his objections.
"I'm sorry if I offended you" Jay said coldly, "I judged by the fact that you were jesting yourself you might be able to take the joke.”
And he was one to complain about his sanity. The newbie would go through everything he had if she survived and probably worse, depending on how long she lived. He resisted the temptation to enter the “I’ve seem worse than you” battle. He didn’t even bother to comment on the stabbing accusation concerning trust. In his opinion, it didn’t merit a response.

Jay doesn't mind that you're hurting his feeling Johnny, he is just annoyed at the bad timing.

Perhaps if he'd been more in the mood to pick a fight Jonathan would have picked a mature response. Instead he simply waited for Jay to turn his back on him and then pulled his most "charming" face and gave him a double handed middle-finger salute. Once he was done venting via childish gestures, he exhaled heavily and sulked for a moment. He was an excellent pouter when he wanted to be.
He started cheering up as everyone else gradually started moving on, the action giving him something to distract himself with, clambering up onto the skeletal buildings to acquire a better view of the city around them. (cough, lemme edit/continue this later. School)

Wait, Johnny goes immature and climbs a building, thus all his anger is magically dissapated?
Wow.

(Yes, that is how it works. My changable kitten is changable, mental unstable, self-centred and he wants attention. Excuse him for being human.)
oh and Icba to edit. You may continue xD

Okay, so I may have just giving this person on DA the idea that I was good at drawing by calling my sketches "doodles". "Doodles" was easier to say than "Actually, without stock images, I'm pretty bad". And Japanese social convention tells me to degrade my own work.

I will reply soon.

I think humanity's incessant ability to be self-degrading and falsely modest in an attempt to avoid appearing arrogant is an international thing, and if it helps, no one can draw without stock images, except satan... and those weird bastards who can *shivers* draw. Urgh. Lucky arseholes.
Congrats on your DA stardom though you take those compliments and you feel proud bro

(Jay's concern is just touching, and yes, ENVY Johnny's Bipolar-ness, ENVVVVVY it)

Feeling perfectly radiant as the after-effects of the rush of adrenaline kicked in, Jonathan set aside his spat with Jay and mentally marvelled at how particular apocalyptic the world was looking today. The journey back to camp consisted of a lot of passing by destroyed or decaying buildings. Since this was Arizona (boom. Location choice. If we previously decided on a different on, I forgot) the vast majority of the land was desert, thus it really helped to touch up the whole "wasteland" vibe America was been going for recently. Johnny was pans, that was half gay, thus he was well versed in the details of "country fashion".

Since the group moved in mainly silence, save for the newbie's badly-stifled sobbing, Jonathan amused himself. Three years of being a member of the infected, send on too many raids for him to count, had all resulted in him being sublimely capable in entertaining himself. He was confident he had invented one-player eye-spy. Since winning never mattered, it instead induced a bizarre tranquil sensation, rather like being high. The baking sun of that day and the way the desert managed to absorb and then swelter heat helped. Still, it was nice to be out of the camp, the vast expanse of the land was rather refreshing after having been cooped up in a cage where you're a "disease carrier" everywhere you go.

omg I see the change now. This is unnerving... and yes, it did used to be black.

As they drew close to the camp, Johnny dropped back to hang behind Jay, keeping close to his shoulder so that he was just a heartbeat behind him. Normally he found he had no problem with being vocal or outwardly confident about despising the "system" when he was in the camp or far away from it, but it was in these brief periods of approaching it that he felt sick with an unwanted fear. A cold sweat invariably broke out on the back of his neck and in his palms, even though he berated himself for it, and assured himself over and over again that this time, like every other time, they weren't all going to get shot.


In his defence, the return to the camp was an intimidating sight. Stationed behind the first line of defences (a corrugated line of fence which was trimmed with barbed wire, coupled with outposts positioned every twenty metres or so) were the armed guards of the camp, employed by the group of rulers that Johnny so loved to hate. Despite the baking heat of Arizona, they were all glad in thick black leather, some even going as far as to wear protective head gear (effective against zombie bites, mostly). 


Upon spotting the approach of the rag-tag team of infected scavengers, five of these military guards surged towards the gate. The man/woman (hard to tell in their concealing uniforms) at the front then yelled out, "Breaching!" Before the unbolted the huge metal lock across the gate. Opening it, the five moved out into the expanse before the camp, hurriedly securing the gate behind them. 
"Halt!" A low, male voice commanded Johnny and the rest of the group, the guards keeping their distance. Cocking their weapons, the five took aim of the approaches, locking onto their heads. By now they recognised them, but that never stopped the guards from loving to aim their toys at them, just to remind them who was in charge.  

ikr? the hellz, I miss having to manually type out the colour  or maybe complaining is just fun... and Johnny much approves of Jay and his sass, even if he has gone into hopeless coward mode.

Biting back at smirk at Jay's blatant mocking of the guards, Johnny found himself relaxing subsequently. Humour would get them through this. 
Once Jay had finished complying with their ridiculous interrogation, the guards took a few steps closer and lowered their guns a little. "Strip," one barked. Used to this by now, Jonathan obeyed orders and removed his clothes, down to his underwear. The newbie girl seemed horrified at the prospect, but when the guard yelled at her for her hesitation, she hurriedly followed suit. 


The removed clothes were then collected, shoved inside a black back and only every touched by a large pair of metallic tweezers, and then the guards bellowed out an order for the pump to be brought through. The pump was essentially a basic, if slightly large hose like those back from before the apocalypse, which was fed through the gaps in the fencing. The leader of the five, a woman it seemed judging by her voice, then commanded the group to all line up and face them. 


Briefly, before it started, Johnny glanced down at the remaining newbie and cackled internally. She had no idea what was going on, and judging by her terrified expression and the way she was eyeing the guns, she seemed convinced she was to be shot. "Close your eyes," Jonathan advised her in a hissed whisper. She simply stared back at him, petrified, before she then swallowed and screwed her eyes shut. Doing the same, if more calmly, Jonathan waited, counting in his head. "Clear," someone shouted. Silence followed, which was then broken by a soft, distant hissing sound.


Then the loud whooshing noise of high-pressure water being ejaculated became audible, and beside him, Jonathan heard the newbie girl whimper. Shortly following that the water hit him, icy and on full-pressure so that it stung his skin, leaving it raw and flushed. The water quickly rotated to cover his entire body, most prominent when it scoured the various crevices and contours of his face, before it eventually moved onto the next victim. "Turn," a guard ordered once everyone had been rinsed on their fronts, and thus Jonathan swivelled around so that his back was to the camp.

also :3 http://i-believe-in-you-my-apollo.tumblr.com/post/53677729189

Eventually, after they'd all been washed back and front, the hissing noise died down and the water was cut off. Jonathan stood there suppressing a shiver, his usually erratic, fly-away hair drenched, clinging in pitiful tendrils to his face. Sniffling elegantly, he wiped what water he could from his sopping fringe and nose and then turned back around to face the guards. They had retreated back into the perimeter of the fencing, but now the gate was left open, the snipers in the watchtowers fixed upon it.

Wiping down some of the water from his skin, Jonathan sighed in relief in getting that over and done with and then his eyes found Jay. Grinning in a lewd, goofy kind of fashion, Jonathan side-stepped around the newbie girl and fell into place beside Jay's shoulder, wedging his way in. "Nothing like a refreshing shower after the delights of a classic zombie hunt," he remarked with his usual dry sarcasm. He watched Jay rather than the guards, who were now shouting for them to hurry up and get their asses inside.

(...Jonathan. Stop... *sigh* I think we all know what he's doing.)

Pre-apocalypse, Jonathan had never really given two shits about what he wore, yet even he felt oddly offended as he pried out his clothes. Perhaps it was his inner-gay being fabulous or whatever, but he really preferred it when clothes were decent enough to at least cover his midriff sufficiently. Sometimes being a beanpole had its drawbacks.

Still, he was used to it by now. Shaking his head out like a dog, Jonathan stepped out from the entrance section, cheerfully spraying anyone in the immediate vicinity with water droplets. Here, in the infected section of the camp, everyone was dressed up in the same god-awful unisex attire, so it wasn't as if he was the only one wearing ill-fitting clothes. It did rather give the place a sort of prison-like atmosphere, however.

Glancing back at Jay, he gave him his usual 'home sweet home' grin and then waited for him to finish falling about as he attempted to don his clothes, not really trying very hard not to snicker.

Sorry it took so long, I'm half asleep this holiday. Also, excuse Jonathan's sass. I'd forgotten how sassy he was. also I want to hug Jay and his awkward clothes-wearingness =w=

Jay noticed Johnny's smirk, and tried very hard to pretend that he hadn't.  Gathering the shreds of dignity he had left, he straightened the god-damn awful outfit and strode towards the living quarters of the camp, assuming that Johnny would follow and feeling slightly vindicated that when he did, he would have to run, or at least walk briskly, to keep up.
His satisfaction didn't last long, though.  Any positive feeling were leeched out of a person once they set foot in this camp.  The oppressive, grey buildings had an air of neglect, even when they were packed almost to bursting with infected.  The number had gradually risen in the time he'd been there, mostly as the "freelancers" were faced with the harsh reality that they couldn't go it alone, no matter how zombie-savvy they thought they were.  With each new arrival from that route, Jay wondered how he could have been so stupid to have thought he would have done better by himself.  They aught to have had better propaganda he thought dryly to himself.  I could have been comfortably lounging amongst the non-infected, without a care in the world... Instead, I'm here
Here was an overcrowded, oppressive city.  Here was a place with a brutally strict regime of near-constant work.  Here was place where the infected, the new scum of society, lived.
Here was...home.  And that was the tragic thing.

(Aww Jay. *cuddles*)

ARGH I DID IT AND IT WENT NOOOOOO

Sennokazeni wrote:ARGH I DID IT AND IT WENT NOOOOOO

It did that to me too brother. always copy it before you hit send. Fail safe and all that.

Or, alternatively, join me in murdering this website for its sins.

BURN THEM ALL.

Well. Round 2

Hearing footfalls behind him confirmed that Johnny had indeed followed.  He didn't really have much choice in the matter, they were both headed for the same place.  The disciplinary centre, at the heart of the camp, was where everyone reported after returning from an outing, and where they would receive "advice" over what they could improve on the next time they ventured into the great outdoors.  Jay already knew what this discussion would be about, and was dreading it.  Losing on of your team always earned a sterner reprimand.
Jay was jerked from his reverie when he heard a fervent mutter of "food".  Turning his head, he raised an eyebrow at Johnny quizzically.