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 [M] Against the Law, [ mark edelman ]
Jonathan Bell
Posted: Dec 4 2011, 02:15 AM


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Several miles outside Atlanta, Georgia
Hot and bright
Jonathan Bell, Mark Edelman
NOTE: If you do not like mature themes involving two men, please avert your eyes. This is your one and only method of warning. Thank you!


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Something wasn't right about what Jonathan was doing.

He'd taken a moment to sneak away from Mark, sure the ex-criminal wouldn't mind some time to himself. Jonathan felt he had been nagging him the entire time they'd been traveling to Atlanta. It had taken them almost half a day to get where they currently were. The detective had asked to stop near the river for a little while, just as the sun was jetting over the highest arc in the sky, casting heated bars of light through the trees. It was getting too unbearable to be walking and though Jonathan thought it was a bad idea with someone else along he couldn't resist the temptation of water or being clean anymore. He wanted this and though he'd only get dirty again by putting his clothes back on this was good enough for him. No soap, no shampoo; just fresh, clean water to help get the grime off.

The part of the river he'd found was deep enough to sit halfway up his stomach, closer to his chest than his hips and he was glad for that. Modesty was a nice thing to have even in the zombie apocalypse and the last thing he wanted was to give Mark ideas. The man was still a raider, still had the potential to rape and kill Jonathan and the detective wasn't going to egg him on or give him the satisfaction. Instead he was going to make a note of staying out of the way, laying low as it was, even with the person being that close to him. He'd already helped Mark and given him a place to sleep. It was comfortable with no issues during the night but was still fairly awkward when he'd woken in the dark only to realize he wasn't alone.

How had he forgotten?

Jonathan sighed and leaned back to get more water in his hair, rubbing out as much sweat and dirt as he could. The walker blood which had caked on his arm was gone from his skin but it was still on his clothes. First thing he'd have to do was find some new supplies, some clothes he could be comfortable in and of course weren't covered in blood. But the sun felt good on him just the same as the water did. Naturally his gun was close by on the shore, the little outcropping just above the water not too high for Jonathan to reach. Walkers could appear at random moments and he wanted to be protected even when he was, currently, missing all clothing.

At least he was clean then.
    [ I left it vague to what Mark is doing. xD So I did send you a PM but I ended up not taking the route I'd mentioned there. Hope this works! <3 ]


This post has been edited by Jonathan Bell on Dec 17 2011, 11:50 PM
Mark Edelman
Posted: Dec 4 2011, 07:42 AM


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    They had started right on time but, even then, they hadn't gotten nearly as far as Mark had wanted them to by now. But he had to keep on reminding himself that both of them were still getting used to the unbearably hot Georgia weather. They had made progress and, judging by the look of things, were still going to make it to Atlanta before dark...maybe. If it came to it, there were plenty of houses on the outskirts that could be boarded up and they could enter into the city tomorrow morning when walkers were less active.

    One worry at a time, however. They had decided to stop and rest for a little while. Mark had found a large tree, offering him plenty of shade, to lean his back against. He didn't mean to close his eyes; he didn't mean to drift off into sleep. But it happened, despite him getting a good night's sleep last night. He didn't even realize it had happened until he had reopened his eyes again. Mark quickly stood up as he realized that Jonathan, who had been nearby before his nap. was nowhere in sight.

    There was no obvious sign of a struggle having happened nearby and, when he let his momentarily panicked mind calm down, Mark heard some faint noises coming from the river. He followed them and, boy, if his first instinct wasn't to tell at Jonathan for wandering off. He wasn't Jonathan's keeper. He couldn't yell at him for that. After all, Jonathan had been wandering on his own for so long, so it wasn't unreasonable that the man should continue to do so every now and then, forgetting that he had someone with him who was always going to worry when Jonathan wasn't in his sight.

    Instead of yelling, Mark noted the pile of clothes and gun on the bank of the river and how he wished he could let his own clothes join the pile but, alas, he was going to err on the side of caution with his recently received wound. "You're...naked," he said. Well duh Jonathan was naked but he felt the need to say something or else he would have found himself standing there staring at Jonathan's bare chest the whole time.
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Posted: Dec 4 2011, 03:40 PM


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Something about privacy was elusive in the post-apocalyptic world. People could stare at him all they wanted and there was nothing Jonathan could do about it. He had to face the prospect of being spied on again and again whenever people could get the opportunity and it was starting to weigh on him. He had to realize that no one was going to give up on their urges. He was too modest about them sometimes but he couldn't help it. Whatever other people wanted to do they had to do, and it was an unfortunate happenstance of the zombie outbreak. Now he not only had to worry about corpses walking around but had to worry about peeping Tom's as well.

So Jonathan started when he heard Mark's voice, immediately sinking down into the slightly murky water up to his neck to avoid letting the man see him anymore than he already had. The fear and embarrassment appeared on his face before he could compose himself and it immediately turned into a scowl not too soon after. "Mark!" The first word out of his mouth had to be the guy's name but it was the only thing he could think of, he was so focused on being found out and naked in a river. This was like something out of either a cheesy romance flick or out of a horror movie where the slasher was going to slit his throat or cut his head off with a machete.

Neither of which Jonathan liked.

He moved carefully to the edge of the river near the bank, keeping himself down as he slowly reached up as if to get his clothes. How he could have thought privacy was good in the forest was a little mistake on his part. Maybe he should have just taken his own way and gone a bit further. But he didn't want Mark to think he'd been eaten or had abandoned him in the middle of the woods. They were a good ways off from Atlanta and Jonathan would not have made it on his own. It was obvious there was something wrong with the way Jonathan's mind worked. Already he was on to some other topic instead of being angry. It had to be his mental disorder working up or he wouldn't have been as forgiving so quickly. "How far do we have to go?" Best way to avoid embarrassment anymore than he'd already experienced.
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Posted: Dec 4 2011, 05:00 PM


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    It was sort of cute how embarrassed Jonathan seemed to be. Mark had no idea why he felt that way because, from what little he could see, the detective had nothing embarrassed to be about. Too bad he couldn't say anything about that because any comments by him, no doubt, would have caused Jonathan to become even more embarrassed. Mark was going to have to try and teach the man to lighten up for once in his life. There was no point in worrying about peeping Toms when most of your bathing sessions were going to be occurring in public places these days.

    It was even cuter how careful he was being as he slowly made his way back towards his clothes. If he really was a bad person, like Jonathan probably still had his doubts that Mark was, the ex-drug dealer would have hurried over there, picked up Jonathan's clothes, and tossed them further inland so that Jonathan would have no choice but to expose himself or spend the rest of the day in the water. But, luckily for everyone involved, Mark had no intention of doing that. Getting on the detective's bad side when it had taken a good time to get on his good side would be a very dumb idea.

    Instead, Mark bent all of his mind on Jonathan's simple question. "Seven...Eight miles away from the city at the most," he answered, "I think we'll have to find a house on the outskirts to camp out in tonight. How does sleeping on a real bed tonight sound to you?" It sounded like staying at a five star hotel to Mark. He couldn't recall the last time he had felt a mattress underneath his back.
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Posted: Dec 4 2011, 06:55 PM


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Carefully he decided to pull himself up out of the water, shielding himself with his arms and legs to the best of his ability. Luckily he had long limbs and could somewhat do it with a non-awkward bit of grace, but it didn't mean he liked it anymore. Mark had already seen enough of the modest detective for Jonathan to blush for the next ten years, so he felt there was no harm in really trying to get himself dressed. Luckily he could turn away, but that exposed other parts of him he wasn't too keen on someone seeing. Still he dressed as quickly as he could, getting his pants and boots back on before he even worked to get his shirt. It was still stained with some walker blood but it had caked and no longer smelled like death.

"A real bed sounds bloody perfect." His shirt was back on and he had since gone for his coat, tying it around his waist before deciding to run his fingers through his hair, styling it somewhat so it didn't look like a complete mess. Now that he was dressed again his gun went back into the back of his pants and he turned to face the ex-criminal, frowning just a little. "You didn't...see much...did you?" There it was again, the little bit of shakiness he had when dealing with someone of his own gender. If Mark were a female it would have been a lot easier but Jonathan never had a way with words when it came to men.

Must have come from how nervous he was at learning he wasn't interested in the female sexuality base at all.

"Let's get a move on them if we're gonna get there. I want to be safe come nightfall." Shouldering his bag now he started to move back in the direction they'd been heading before, following the river just a little but he kept his pace so he wouldn't get too far ahead of Mark. Let the man catch up; Jonathan wanted to try and make himself as small as possible. Targeting him with more embarrassing comments like had gone on the day before was not his ideal concept of a small conversation.
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Posted: Dec 4 2011, 07:39 PM


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    Modesty should have made Mark turn his back and let the man have some privacy as he got dressed, for Jonathan clearly wanted that privacy; but Mark had never been a very modest man. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking and liking what little glimpses he caught here and there when Jonathan's hands slipped a little too far this way or that way. And this handsome man had never been shagged before...Why again? He had let some bloke get away back at the police academy and hadn't had the time to try and get to know anyone else. It was a shame really.

    Leave it to Jonathan to be concerned about what Mark may have seen. "Unfortunately not enough," he answered, a smirk on his face, "Oh, did I say that out loud? I meant to say, no, I didn't see a single thing." Let Jonathan ponder for however long he wanted to what Mark did or didn't see. At least it would give the detective something to think about for the rest of the trip to Atlanta, and Mark didn't doubt that Jonathan could spend an eight mile walk wondering about what the ex-drug dealer had or hadn't seen.

    Mar took his sweet old time following behind Jonathan. He knew that even if they walked at a slower pace than usual they would have no problems with reaching where they needed to be well before nightfall. He walked that way for a few minutes before the silence started to kill him. Mark hurried to catch up to Jonathan, striding by his side now. "Why?" he inquired. Well, that was going to need just a little clarification. "Why are you so nervous around me?" And Mark wasn't talking about the fact that Jonathan knew he was paling around with a criminal. "You're like a boy experiencing his first crush on another boy." If Jonathan wanted to avoid embarrassing topics today, it wasn't going to happen.
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Posted: Dec 5 2011, 04:51 PM


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Heat flushed Jonathan's face at Mark's statement, feeling extremely embarrassed now that Mark had stated the obvious. Jonathan had not done a good enough job covering up because Mark still saw something, and it was one of those things that made him feel like he wanted to shrink and shrink until he was so tiny no one could see him anymore. But he also knew it was hard to do such a thing when Mark had been standing there staring at him. The detective wanted nothing more than to tell Mark off for that but there was no possible way he could do so without really getting angry. And Jonathan was the type of person to never get angry. So despite the fact he felt like a fool and despite how he wanted to ostracize the raider for seeing him he did not, keeping his mouth shut at the comment and letting the slight flush on his face speak volumes for how he really felt.

Mark had also left him alone for a bit, keeping his pace behind him and that had felt pretty good, being on his own and given some time to calm down, but the tenseness in his shoulders was still there and only intensified when Mark came back for round two, poking and prodding at how nervous the Scot was. Was it that plain in the way he acted? Jonathan swallowed hard to calm himself, trying to bide time in thinking up something to tell the raider.

What he hadn't expected to tell him was the truth.

"I don't have a crush on you. I've never been good at talking to people and I'm even worse at talking to men. If you were a woman we would not be having this problem. They aren't intimidating to me." It was a good enough reason to give and Jonathan had to fight the sudden urge to punch the bastard in the face. If he wanted to be a bloody cheat at making Jonathan feel like a jerk or stupid for even feeling the way he did, being the way he did, then that was his prerogative and not the detective's. But if he was going to take it out on him Jonathan felt as if he could have died. They had a long way to go and he would not be tormented by a man who had nothing better to do. "Are you going to keep poking at how innocent I am the entire way?"
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Posted: Dec 5 2011, 06:02 PM


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    Jonathan was in denial or so Mark liked to believe that he was. How could anyone with a working pair of eyes not have a crush on him? But let Jonathan believe whatever he wanted to delude himself into believing. Mark knew what it was like to be intimidated around others. People didn't rise up in the drug world because they were nice to others. How many times had Mark thought about leaving the world before he even got started in it because of men like Panther who he had worked for once upon a time? But Mark had stuck with it and persevered through it all.

    Mark would have dug himself further in his grave by saying something along the lines of 'I can be whatever you want me to be' but, thankfully (or possibly not so thankfully) Jonathan went on, asking a question that might have been better left as a rhetorical one. "How else do you expect me to keep myself entertained for the next seven miles?" he asked right back. Call Mark crazy but it was hard for him to believe that anyone could be as innocent and pure as Jonathan was; but maybe that was just the world he had grew up in corrupting any views Mark might have once held about the better nature of some human beings.

    The ex-drug dealer had enough brains in him to know that Jonathan would not be happy with the answer that he had just given him. Letting out a long sigh, Mark added, "Oh, all right. I won't bring up you not knowing how to have a good time again...at least not today." It pained him to say those words because, as fun as it was picking on him for his innocence, Mark also found his purity quite interesting. He had to give Jonathan a lot of props for being able to control urges that he himself had never been able to control.
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Posted: Dec 5 2011, 08:20 PM


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Being that Jonathan was not a typical male, and that he really found solace in not having to impress others, it was hard to believe someone could take an interest like that in him. He unfortunately found no reason for it to be that way other than Mark having a good time and perhaps being a bit insensitive. He wanted to joke along with Mark on something, getting the tension out and learning to trust one another, but it was starting to look like Jonathan was uneasy again. Mark had noticed it why hadn't the Scot? He heard Mark's comment and though he felt the anger and wanted to retaliate in some way he decided against it, instead focusing on where he was putting his feet and trying to think about where they were head. Mark said something about a house, maybe giving the final location up to Jonathan, but the detective honestly didn't know what he wanted.

To be comfortable he'd have to be okay with Mark first and that was going to take some getting used to. Jonathan sighed mentally before deciding to speak again, stopping when Mark made his last comment and finally feeling the frustrated anger start to show. "I know how to have a good time, for your information, and if you want to poke at it again and again from now until one of us dies please get it all out now." Silent anger brewed under the surface but Jonathan was not an angry person, instead deciding to stop and cross his arms unconsciously, watching the raider and hoping he'd take the bait. Jonathan wanted to see what kind of person Mark really was, whether or not he was hiding something, and it was a good judge of character to have all their little tensions and problems laid out on the table.

This was how he wanted to do it and it would get done.

"You obviously think it's funny I've never been with someone, so let's start there. Why is it so hard to believe? Maybe I'm not interested in that kind of thing. Maybe I've always felt if I open myself to that kind of relationship I'll get hurt. My parents already think I'm stupid for being a police officer instead of being a mathematician or a scientist like they and my siblings are. Why would I let someone else judge me like that?" There were a slew of problems Jonathan had in his personal life, a reason why he'd never confronted them or told anyone about them. His private life was just that: private. There was no need to share with anyone else what he was feeling or what he had gone through because it wasn't their business. Not even to ask. Jonathan wanted that kind of attention sometimes. He wanted to be someone's partner, to give them everything because he couldn't have it. No, instead he had to put up with a criminal who thought he was better off being a slut or something like that.

Definitely two different people, that's what Jonathan saw, and it was frustrating and confusing to think he was being judged because he'd never had sex before. Is that what Mark wanted out of him? Before Jonathan could stop himself he blurted out the first thing that popped into his head. "If you think I don't know how to have a good time then show me what your idea of a good time is!" Oh, he certainly regretted saying it the moment it was out there, laid bare for all to witness. Sometimes Jonathan cursed his inability to keep his thoughts in order.
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    Either Mark needed to learn how to keep his big mouth shut or Jonathan needed to learn how to take a joke because, if one of those two things didn't happen sometime soon, Mark knew that this helping Jonathan survive thing wasn't going to last long. While it was possible for some people to work with people that they didn't get along with, he had the distinct possibility that Jonathan wasn't one of those people who could do that. "I'm sorry, Jonathan. I really am," he said, not daring to add anymore than that to his brief apology.

    But apparently that wasn't a satisfactory response for Jonathan, as the detective went on, seeming to be ranting more to himself than to be speaking directly to Mark. "I'm not judging you," he replied, keeping his voice calm and even because things were going to get ugly if one of them didn't remain as levelheaded as possible. "I'm trying to understand you. That's all. It's rare to run into individuals like you these days. I just don't understand what circumstances can make someone so pure like you." He didn't know if pure was the right word but it was the best that he could come with on the spot.

    And then came the closing sentence, that open invitation to do whatever he wanted to do. Mark's subconscious mind sent his feet moving forward towards Jonathan. It made one of his bands reach up and wrap around the slightly taller man's neck, bringing his head forward until their lips collided with each other. Mark kissed him with all of the passion of someone who had had to abstain from one of their favorite activities for far too long. But, just as soon as the kiss had started, Mark pulled away. His very intelligent mind had reasserted control.

    Mark quickly stepped back from Jonathan, his eyes finding an interesting spot on the ground to look at. "I'm sorry. You said...But I know you didn't mean it...And I just...I'm sorry." Well, this was rather awkward. Now Mark was the one that wished he could somehow magically disappear. He was digging himself deeper and deeper into his grave when it came to Jonathan. He wouldn't be the least bit surprised if Jonathan told him that he never wanted to see him again and then stormed off. He deserved that.
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Posted: Dec 6 2011, 10:56 AM


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Of all the things to shock Jonathan it had to be something intimate. Somehow managing to lose control of what he was capable of doing, Mark had initiated something Jonathan could not have foreseen. He'd been prepared to tell Mark off for what he was trying to do, trying to poke and prod at the reasoning for Jonathan existing the way he did, but the Scot had been cut off the moment he had given that comment about Mark showing him what a good time really was. And he hated to admit it but the tingles fluttering throughout his entire body, his skin crawling with a flash heat he wasn't aware even existed felt good. It was surely a loss when Mark pulled back, looking as guilty as a child who had kicked a dog. No, like someone had kicked his dog.

Resisting the urge to punch someone while simultaneously wanting to reach for that specific contact again was really hard, but intimacy was not something Jonathan was good at. If anything he was surprised he was even still standing there. Any time a woman would have done that to him before he would have immediately turned heel and walked the other way. Then again Jonathan had never had that same experience with a man. Best not to tell Mark that was a first time someone showed passion when they were kissing him and he actually liked it.

Clearing his throat he looked down as well, trying to think of what to say. His lips still tingled even after seconds had passed. He wondered if he was going to be feeling it for a while. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that and I shouldn't have pushed you to do something you felt you had to." Even Jonathan's voice was quiet, trying to reassess the situation and get himself back on track. It was difficult when his mind was wandering to a million different places at once, making him appear as if he was trying to stare a hole through the ground when really he just wasn't sure what he was going to do. He wasn't supposed to like it coming from Mark, especially not Mark. What if the world went back to normal and Jonathan had to arrest him? That would surely put a slam on any romantic notions he might have developed over time.

Jonathan had to admit he'd always thought Mark was handsome.

"The reason I am the way I am I can't give you that. But I do know it's because I'm thirty-seven, and the only people to have ever taken an interest in me either wanted to be friends or they were women. I never had the opportunity." Nervous eyes looked up now, trying to find a good reason to be explaining all this when really it was coming out as a natural reaction. "And I'm too afraid of other people to even look for them myself." In another life he'd have gone the rest of his years without that one thing Mark just did, and only because he was still a nice guy and never put his own foot forward.
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    The funny thing was that Mark didn't feel like he had to do that. Yes, Jonathan had told him to show him what his idea of a good time would be. But that didn't mean he had to kiss him. He could think of a dozen other things off of the top of his head that he would also consider having a good time. That he had chosen the one that required some physical contact...Well, Mark wasn't sure what that said about himself. Was he the one that had a crush on Jonathan? He highly doubted that that was the case. But, then again, a few months ago he had highly doubted that corpses would be walking around someday.

    When Jonathan started to speak again, Mark reluctantly looked up, meeting the other man's eyes as best as he could. No matter how he looked at it, Mark felt terrible for the detective. It didn't sound like it was completely his choice that he lived his life the way he did. He was too afraid to put himself out there and that fear was something that could eventually be overcome if there was a person out there willing to help him. Luckily for Jonathan, Mark didn't mind playing a pseudo-psychologist right now.

    "Being afraid is no way to live your life," he said, "Take that coming from someone who knows what it's like to always be afraid." Mark had no problems with approaching people in the hopes of a good shag, but he did have to worry about those other drug dealers who would have loved nothing more than to put a bullet through Mark's head the first opportunity they got to but that fear had never stopped him from doing whatever he wanted to do. "You told me before that you were afraid of getting hurt but do you really think you should continue letting that fear of getting hurt have you miss out on some good times that you'll never forget?"

    Granted, that was hard advice to follow in a world where getting hurt was much more likely but the general principle still stood. And Mark wasn't done yet. "Now, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that I'm not the man of your dreams and I know it will be hard to find your Prince Charming among the scattered survivors in the world, but just know that I'm here to help you with whatever you need." Trying to give out relationship advice...What was Jonathan turning Mark into?
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Meeting Mark's eyes made him feel infinitely better than just talking could have done. It meant he wasn't ashamed of what had happened and their little fight had not been worthless. Jonathan knew that was progress, somewhere deep inside, but his mind was racing to a million different topics. If Mark really wanted to help him, wanted to assure him that being afraid was not always a good thing, he'd have to try harder than that. Jonathan lived in fear of many things and it had kept him safe. He was sure once he found a safe place to hide in some house or building or other location he would never leave. Even then to gather supplies he'd be more willing to find someone else along the way to do it for him. The detective was not the bravest and while he could do his job as a law enforcement official no problem this was just one of those times where being a cop meant nothing to the outside world.

It was the zombie apocalypse and they would learn to survive some way or another.

"If I don't open myself to getting hurt I won't ever have to worry about it. I'm sorry Mark, but I can't see myself living any other way." The idea of Mark being his Prince Charming was debatable as no one knew really when their one special someone would come along, but Jonathan had to agree for the moment. He'd enjoyed the kiss the thought of fraternizing with the "enemy", so to speak, was a bit unnerving. Jonathan shifted his weight from one leg to the other, trying to keep himself calm even as he crossed his arms again, looking down with some guilt. He had wanted Mark to kiss him at some point but he didn't want it to be that soon. Had Mark done it because he wanted to or was it because he felt he really did need to?

"You never know if you're that one person who will be with me the rest of my life. No one really knows, do they?" There was some humor in his voice, trying to lighten the conversation, and Mark had to see that. Even as awkward as things were getting it was always surprising when conversation took a turn for the funnier. Jonathan could never deny a good jest and this was one of those times.

Except for when the heaviness of a body caught him by surprise, the cold grip of death breathing down his neck as the weight of the walker falling from the high outcropping of soil and tree rots nearby hit him. Jonathan couldn't even cry out as the air was knocked from him, the walker, all but pinning him down with teeth bared, hands trying to claw at the detective even as Jonathan reached for the gun at his lower back. But even as he managed to turn over on his back he had blocked off his ability to retrieve it, panic and fear the only thing he could feel as he realized he could possibly die. Was Mark really as good a person as Jonathan had thought? Was it all just a front to let the walker eat him before taking his stuff? He felt the insecurity come back but was immediately drowned out by the sheer panic of the situation.
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    Now he remembered why he didn't give out relationship advice--or any advice in general--that often: people were too stubborn to listen and always thought they knew what was best for themselves. "Fine. If you want to take no risks in life, that's your choice. I still say it's no fun living you're life that way." There was no point wasting his breath saying more on that matter to try and convince Jonathan to think otherwise. One morning Jonathan would wake up and realize how he had been wasting his life being boring and safe for thirty-seven years of it.

    The humor in Jonathan's voice wasn't lost on Mark, so he returned the favor. "What a cosmic joke that would be! The cop and the criminal fall in love while helping each other out during an apocalypse. Sounds like a really cheesy movie, if you ask me." Maybe Mark had gone into the wrong career. Too bad it was too late to change that. And, even though his tone was lighthearted, he wondered if all that he said could turn true. Sure, life was never like the movies, or so the saying went, but people coming back to life...There was a movie plot that had been exploited God knew how many times.

    He was going to suggest that they should get moving again when it happened. It was hard to be observant of their surroundings when they were having the conversation that they had been having. But Mark happened to have faster reflexes than Jonathan apparently had. Gripping his crowbar tightly, Jonathan was over there in seconds flat. He stood off to the side and, with all of the force he could muster up, whacked the walker on the side of its head, causing it to tumble off of Jonathan.

    Mark stepped over the detective and position himself just over the walker's face. "I... Whack. "...hate..." Whack. "...you..." Whack. "...things!" Whack. Mark propped the crowbar against his shoulder and looked at his handiwork. There wasn't much left of its face. He quickly smothered the grin, though, that wanted to form on his face because of his job well done because he wasn't the only one here right now. He didn't want Jonathan to start thinking he was traveling the woods with a homicidal maniac.

    That walker was never going to be walking again. He made his way back over to Jonathan, offering him a hand to help pull him off of the ground. "It didn't get you, did it?" he asked. It had been top of Jonathan, and it had been so hard for Mark to see just what it was doing to the detective.
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Just as fast as it had started it was over, the panicked Scot trying his hardest to keep the thing off of him, decaying teeth mere inches from his face while he kept his arms pushed against it, feeling the strong grip of fingers against his shoulders, one of them sliding to his neck. And in a moment it was off of him, surprising the detective but allowing him to turn onto his side to watch Mark work at the damn thing. Within moments it was dead again and Jonathan could finally attempt breathing. How many walkers were there in the woods? Something about six billion people on the planet but only a walker here and there sounded off. He wanted to know more about his surroundings, definitely, but he was only one man and even with Mark it was going to prove difficult.

Regaining some of his lost air he accepted the offered hand for help, shaking his head while almost wheezing out his words. "No, I don't think so." Giving himself a once over he didn't feel any open wounds or anything that would tell him if a walker got him, but he'd know within a few hours if he got sick or something equally as bad happened. It was a chore living in a zombie apocalypse and he wanted to be safe from it. "I just want to get somewhere safe. Anywhere safe. Tonight." He hated the wilderness and the open terrain, with little area to hide in. He had to make it out alive or he'd never forgive himself for dying.

For letting Mark down.

But the criminal's words were not lost on him and Jonathan felt the frown before he even recognized he was doing it, turning away now to retrieve the gun which had slipped from its holstered place to return it. His bag was only hanging over one arm but it was still there, and it seemed like everything inside had been in one piece. How stupid of him to get them distracted to the point one of them would have died. He'd have deserved it if he'd been the one to bite the dust. "Let's keep going then." Anger laced his voice just barely on the fringes but he was on the move nevertheless. He wasn't mad at Mark, no he was more angry at himself than anything.

How could he have let his guard down like that? All their small talk would kill them if they kept going at it, but Jonathan didn't think it was fair to walk in silence. Yet as he started to move he realized just what kind of damage had been done, a jolt of pain shooting from his knee up to his lower back, making him wince and almost fall over, catching himself on a nearby tree to right his footing. There was no blood so the walker hadn't injured him, but it's weight must have smarted his leg just a bit. Great, he was even more useless. It wasn't working out and he was only going to delay Mark more and more. "Why am I even alive? I can't survive this bloody apocalypse and there's no way you're going to survive either if you hang around me." It wasn't a depressing comment but more like the truth. "I'm slowing you down."
    [ I am so mean to my characters. But if you want to jump forward a little in your next post to them just outside Atlanta I'd be cool with that. <3 But I'm enjoying the small talk too. xD I promise Jonathan isn't always this dramatic. ]
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