Surviving the apocalypse as a vampire! (mxmxm) BL

CHAPTER FIFTEEN PRISONERS

POV: Dylan

It has been two weeks since he locked us up in here; and at the beginning I could only hide myself on the bed while, shivering, I could still feel his fingers pressing down my throat, squishing until I could not breathe, making me wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, gasping with the vision of his red eyes.

Which only made things worse for Richard; already overprotective, he went overboard to the point of staying awake to look after me.

I hated myself for that, for that moment of weakness, for being so selfish as to let Richard carry this burden alone, making it all build up like a snowflake running down a mountain.

But the days passed, one by one, only Samael's shadow coming and going with food, the monotony and emptiness dragging themselves for days, until I was ready to face the world again and analyze the situation we were in.

And we were royally fucked by the soldiers.

I couldn't care less for them though; they were almost mercenaries at this point, all the other soldiers from the base refused to go on another fruitless adventure as they put it.

Only Richard stayed, only him followed me even if it sounded like a crazy dream, but what could I do? If there was really the slight chance that, out there, there was a cure, how could I stay still knowing that I could end this all?

The possibility would eat me alive.

We scientists still had it easier than the rest, not fancy mind you, but we didn't hunger nor were put to work in dangerous zones, and were the first ones to be evacuated, for not only our research but for our medical knowledge as many were doctors as well.

Still the first days were engraved harshly in my brain, all the chaos, the panic, the empty eerie streets, any presence a treat, such a peaceful mindset been turned upside down in mere hours, our instincts, our selfishness, our animal's sides coming to life as we fought for survival.

And many lived like that yet, until this day, out in the cities, away from the safe zones, and one, one bite, one scratch was enough to end it all.

Human life has always been a fragile thing, but the fact hadn't been spit in our faces and rubbed in our minds, the zombies a constant reminder that, no matter how far we went, how much we rebuild, the treat would always be out there, lying in wait, a barrier that kept humans from reaching the glory that we once had.

But we could change that, here, now.

It was too much at stake to let anything get in the way... The only question was, how far was I prepare to go, how much was I prepare to sacrifice, for the sake of humankind?

One of these days I watched Samael come and go, entering our room without uttering a word, as always, lost in his own world as if moving automatically, lost in thought.

Then, pale and petrified, I saw a livid Richard come behind him with a chair, only to hammer it down on his head, making me gasp in horror, thinking that, now, we were totally doomed.

But, worst of all, was the lack of reaction from Samael's part, who didn't even bend forward with the impact, only slowly moved towards Richard, his eyes finally reaching mine, and their light surprised me.

He looked... sad, empty, lonely even. His eyes told what all the rest of the body didn't, for all the lack of expression in the past days.

Shocked in place, I didn't do anything, I didn't say anything, only stood there, staring back at him, who with a last look at Richard walked away, a strange glint coming over his eyes.