The Walking Dead

Jackson nodded and held out his hand, as to shake Declan's "Feel free to stay with us as long as you want." He said calmly, his brown hair falling into his face, he simply sighed and ignored it, his eyes wondering over Declan curiously, he couldn't help but find the man mildly attractive and shifted at that thought, he cringed faintly and redirected his gaze to the walkers roaming the streets.
 
Ryan could had sworn that he heard voices from up here but his dismissed the thought of that thinking that he had not gotten much sleep and stood again looking where he may wanted to go next besides the last area he was at which probably by now is filled with the dead guys. He began moving again jumping gaps with ease thanks to his athletic ability, he was heading a bit further south not wanting to head back to the tree's just yet..it was a nightmare over there. Ryan thought about the noises he had heard before it could had been voices..maybe other survivors, so far the only person alive to him...was himself well at least the only sane thing alive most of the other things try to eat him now. What if it was survivors though he may had missed a chance in just figuring out what is going on, "This has to be the worst of times to not be strapped when the world has gone down the toilet.." Ryan thought to himself as he cleared another gap landing as he began his speedy run again.
 
Declan stared at the outstretched hand for a second time before reluctantly taking it in a firm shake. He gave Jackson a once over, noticing that he didn't look half bad. His eyes widened at his own thoughts as he pulled his hand away. He awkwardly cleared his throat and followed Jackson's gaze to the streets bellow. A frown decorated his face as he watched the mindless creatures walk with no purpose. "F*cked up, isn't it?"
 
Kat traveled a good distance, just on the rooftops. Near the edges of the city though, the buildings were less even. Eventually, she had to return to street level. So she made her way through the dark to the roof of a small building. She broke into the building, and tediously worked her way down. Luckily, the place seemed rather empty. She didn't run into any zombies, even when she exited through the front of the building.


The streets were quiet, but not eerily so. She could hear, in the distance, the sound of the walkers. Groaning, moaning, eating, and just being generally disgusting.


Shaking her head, the ruby-haired girl hefted her carbine and started off down the street. She didn't make an effort to keep hidden, relying on her sharp senses to alert her if anything approached her.
 
Jackson only nodded before sitting on the ground, his feet dangling off of the edge of the building, he gazed at the once human creatures trudging along the streets helplessly. "And to think, all in all one day we're gonna be like that." He knew that he already had the disease, he knew everyone did, his mother got shot and died, and sure enough she changed, that's when he found Remy. His eyebrows knitted together and he sighed, tugging his sweatshirt off, for a moment his stomach showed before he self consciously tugged his shirt down. He threw his jacket over to his backpack, resting his hand on his forehead, rising it up to run through his hair.
 
Declan stared at the walkers for a moment more before sitting down next to Jackson. He set his rucksack down behind him. "Where are you two headed?" he asked, leaning back on his hands. He glanced at Jackson and caught him taking off his sweatshirt. Declan spotted a bit of skin and looked away.


He stared down at the walkers and could see one venturing off on its own, leaving the crowd of rotting flesh. It was a woman. She was missing an arm and her stomach was torn open, giving clear view of it's rotted intestines. It shambled into a dark alley and disappeared into the darkness.


Declan leaned into Jackson to shift into a more comfortable seating position. He noticed that he was awfully close to the other and awkwardly leaned away.
 
Jackson eyed Declan for a moment "Honestly? I have no f*cking idea, Declan." Jackson let his name roll off his tongue, he liked the way it sounded in his ears, repeating it to himself in his head Declan..Declan..Declan.. He eventually snapped out of it when he felt Declan's frame lean into his, even that brief moment had been enough for Jackson to become the slightest attracted to Declan. He cleared his throat and got up, wondering back to his sleeping bag, "There's another in the backpack if you want it." He said in a blank tone before he zipped up his sleeping bag and disappeared underneath the black fabric, the sleeping bag taking the shape of his back.
 
Keeping his stare pointed at the streets, Declan nodded. He wasn't sure if Jackson had seen it or not, but he heard shuffling behind him as the man got into the sleeping bag. He let his shoulders sag as he glared down at the walking corpses. Ever since they had taken his father, Declan had developed a growing hatred for them. It was one far stronger than he normally would have. Before he would have felt pity for them, but now? He felt nothing but a burning disgust that grew every time he got someplace new.


Declan sighed and leaned back to get himself off of the ledge and back onto the roof. He turned and stared at the two people as they lay on the floor. He could hear the girl's - Remy he assumed - breathing. He cocked his head to the side for a moment before bending down to pick up his rucksack. He threw it a few feet away from the two and walked over. I won't be here when they wake up, he told himself. I'll just... I'll leave.


Despite what he told himself, he heard that one voice in the back of his head. The voice that always annoyed him but he could never get rid of.


Don't kid yourself, D. You need the human interaction and you know it. You're not leaving. You won't be able to bring yourself to do it.
 
Jackson rose his head from his sleeping bag, gazing at Declan for a moment before turning towards Remy, sighing at her sleeping frame. He managed to wiggle over to her, he must've looked ridiculous; wiggling over like some mentally ill worm. He sighed once he finally made it and tugged Remy towards him, she was like a younger sister, only 14. He hugged her to him and sighed, gazing up at the night sky, shutting out the groans and shuffles from the zombies before muttering a quiet, but audible "Wanna watch a movie?"
 
Declan sat down, leaning against his bag. He watched as Jackson wriggled about, and tilted his head.


"Wanna watch a movie?" he managed to hear. An eyebrow went up as he stared at Remy and Jackson. A movie? How the hell would they watch a movie? He shook his head and looked up at the dark sky; he watched as a shooting star flew across the sky and blinked. Leaning further back into his bag, he locked his hands behind his head. He wasn't one to believe on wishing on stars, but it made him wonder.


"It's funny to think that everything is still going on normally up there." he unconsciously said out loud. He often did this; talking to himself at night. It helped to keep his mind off of how lonely he really was. "I mean... everything's going to shit down here, but up there... There's still shooting stars."
 
Jackson sighed and dug around in his bag, pulling out his battery powered disk player. He eyed Declan for a moment, making a nod before he fished around in his bag for a movie of some sort, he tugged out one at random, sliding it in and resting his movie player on the ground next to his sleeping bag, he curled onto his side, watching it silently, he kept the volume low, so he could hear Declan, but loud enough so he could also hear the movie. "Everyday the sun rises, and every night the sun sets." He said in a mutter, as if adding to Declans thoughts.
 
Declan saw movement in his peripheral vision and glanced back at the two figures not too far away. He spotted the light from before and tilted his head. It took him a moment before he realized that it was some sort of electronic device. Oh, that's how they - he? watches the movies...


"You know what I think?" he continued, now speaking to Jackson as well. He leaned up to prop his head on his hand, which was supported by his elbow and looked in the direction to where Jackson was.
 
Jackson politely paused his movie, returning the gaze, the bright light from the screen seemed to reflect against his already light eyes, giving them a glow of some sort. He sighed and closed the top of the electronic device, sliding it back into his backpack with a uncomfortable huff.


He shifted to face Declan, resting his elbow on the ground to prop himself up, his hand bundled into a fist, his chin resting squarely ontop of it "What do you think?" He asked in a curious tone.
 
Ryan now a little fatigued from the rooftop run sat down a second panting a little he whipped the sweat from his forehead and looked around,it seemed to had gotten a little late and so far there did not seem to be a area safe enough to stay a night...unless. Ryan looked to his right and saw a old styled theater he first looked at the road and surprisingly it was empty at this certain area just a few walkers here and there it was not filled. "Now just to see how it is inside.." Ryan thought as he went down a nearby fire escape once he was near he spotted a dead guy walking by in the alley, He sighed and unsheathed his machete landing on the ground getting it's attention. Ryan before the zombie could react swung the machete at it's neck decapitating the zombie,he cleaned the blood and moved out into the street quickly making his way toward the theater.
 
Declan glanced back up at the sky before settling his stare on Jackson. He pondered whether or not he should say what he really wanted to. He furrowed his brow before clearing his throat. "I think all this crap happened for a reason." he started off hesitant, not really sure whether or not he should speak. "Like, you know how there was always talk of a 'resurrection' and a 'new beginning' in the Bible and stuff? Maybe this is that new beginning." When he finished speaking, he seemed confident in his words. His blue eyes lit up as he spoke his mind to someone for the first time in a long time.
 
(Holy crap! I was gone for a few hours and you guys got 3 pages in! Dont get to ahead I wont keep up with your posts. -has adhd cant pay attention that long to read.-)


Harli shook her head at Megan "I wont let us turn on each other." she shook her head. That sentence made her thoughts go straight to Bryan. He was breaking down and not right. She couldnt let this group turn on eachother.


Steven picked up the rabbit and looked at Byran. Steven had sorrow written on his face. He lost his parents and girlfriend but not a child. He felt bad. "Look Bryan Im sorry man. I can not say I know how it is but I really am sorry dude."


(Gun you can introduce The Chief now if you want. and where is the chief staying with his people so I can lead Harli in that direction with finding clues and shit)
 
Jackson raised his eyebrow, he seemed mildly interested until the bible was mentioned, then his gaze fell flat, he snorted and turned onto his side, he had always been an Atheist, and was forced into Christianity. He glared off in the distance, that sure had dampened his mood.


"Or this could all be a result of a freak disease getting out." He said, his voice somewhat of a hiss. He tugged the 'hood' of his sleeping bag up over his head, turning so his back was facing Declan, his eyes forced shut, but his mind still wandered The bible, stating this? Bullsh*t. If this so called God was real, would he stop the disease getting out? Wouldn't he stop the death of his so called "children"..?
 
Declan frowned when Jackson turned around in the sleeping bag. He was slightly disappointed that he didn't get to continue the conversation.


His father always had been a religious man, though he never pushed religion onto Declan. Still, Declan grew interested in the subject and sometimes wondered if any of it was actually real. It was the one thing that kept him connected to the man who had raised him.


Feeling dejected, Declan turned onto his side and set his head on his bag, using it as a pillow. He stared at the ground, the frown remaining on his face. "Just a thought." he said, sounding a bit sad. He had spoken into the quiet night air, so he knew that Jackson would hear.
 
Jackson muttered in a bitter tone, much unlike his usual, "Maybe we should try to stick to the facts before wondering off on this religious thing." He spat out the words with disgust, his father was a religious man as well, but his father was the one that beat him senseless. He had hated everything to do with his father since.


Jackson eventually sighed and clenched his jaw, he didn't mean to have lashed out on Declan and suddenly felt a puddle of guilt growing in the center of his chest, he muttered a quiet "Sorry." Before shamefully sliding deeper into his sleeping bag.
 
Declan stared straight ahead when he heard Jackson's apology. He bit the inside of his cheek and squinted up at the sky. He let out a breath of air and hugged himself, shivering. Confusion clouded his mind. He had cared about what Jackson had said, and Declan never usually paid any mind to anything any stranger he met said.


Clutching himself, Declan rolled over onto his back again. He closed his eyes for a moment, bu re-opened them, vowing that he would be gone by morning.


But these seem like nice people. Or at least, the guy does. Well, he did. Not so much after shooting down your idea.


With a sigh Declan cursed the night for being so cold.
 
Jackson rose his head, seeing Declan shivering, he sighed, he was overly warm in his sleeping bag, he reached over and grabbed his sweatshirt, throwing it over at Declan before laying back in his sleeping bag, readjusting himself in the sleeping bag, before he stated, calmly "Extra sleeping bag is in the backpack." It was his second offer, but he could tell that Declan was freezing, and was going to help him out, why not?


Jackson readjusted himself, still facing Declan as his eyes closed, hopefully for the last time that night.
 
The sound of something landing on the ground beside him with a fwumph made Declan turn his head to face where Jackson was. However, his view was blocked by a sweatshirt. He blinked before narrowing his eyes and lifting his head to glance at Jackson. The man seemed to already be asleep. With a huff, Declan hesitantly reached out and grabbed the sweatshirt and pulled it over the top half of his body.


That was the most he would use. He was not going to use the sleeping bag and show signs of vulnerability. Nope. That was something he wouldn't do. It didn't cross his mind, however, that using Jackson's sweatshirt instead of the sleeping bag would make him seem even more vulnerable.
 
"Comfy?" Jackson's voice called from only a few feet away, he was still awake, unable to fall asleep due to his over-active mind, the perks of ADHD. He sighed and clenched his fists some before opening his eyes with a groan of sorts, he turned, glaring at Declan "If your cold don't be a stubborn as$ and take the sleeping bag."
 
Declan sat up, letting the sweatshirt fall onto his lap, and turned to glare back at Jackson. "I'm fine, thanks." he snapped before grabbing the sweatshirt in his hands. He stared at it in silence for a moment before pulling it on over his head and laying back down, facing away from Jackson.


He didn't close his eyes, though. He kept them open as he stared at the wall of the roof, the ground, the sky. Anything that he could see without turning around.
 
Jackson snorted before getting up from his sleeping bag, he walked over and took the sleeping bag, crouching by Declan and forcefully tugging him into it, his gaze was dim and he glared, almost playfully at Declan before walking back over to his own sleeping bag.
 
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