This time, Jared reined his laugh in to something that was much more normal sounding. "That would suck," he agreed. He hesitated and, in a voice that seemed strangely shy for someone who was a) the size of a small nation and b) a mother fucking zombie, added, "Especially when I've finally found someone to talk to."
"I'm lonely," Jensen blurted. A bitter grin twisted his lips. "Pathetic, isn't it? The whole fucking world's gone insane, I'm only going to last as long as much supply of bullets does - and that's if I don't starve to death first - and here I'm praying to any God that'll listen to give me some friends."
"I don't think that's pathetic at all," Jared said. He sounded kind of wistful and what the fuck was Jensen doing, commiserating with a zombie over how much their lives - or not-lives, in Jared's case - sucked?
Jensen lowered the gun. "Jensen," he said, because apparently there was more than one way to lose his mind.
Jared blinked at him. "What?"
"My name. It's Jensen." He climbed to his feet and gave Jared a measuring look. "You coming?"
It took a moment for Jared to process that and Jensen watched understanding sweep across that gaunt-cheeked face with a starry-eyed kind of hope right on its heels. "You mean it?"
Jensen swallowed hard, once. He nodded. "Yeah."
Jared jumped with a beaming grin that made Jensen regret the fact that he was, well, dead. Because Jensen was not into necrophilia and Jared must have been fucking gorgeous when he was alive and half his scalp wasn't missing. "This is so awesome, Jensen, thank you, I promise you won't regret this, I can fight the zombies off, too, it's not like they can do anything to me-"
"Right now I'm regretting the fact that you no longer need to breathe between words," Jensen muttered, but he could feel himself smiling. He couldn't remember the last time that had happened. He shouldered his shotgun and leveled a warning finger at Jared. "But if you shed any body parts on me, all bets are off."
"Fair enough," Jared said, still grinning. "So, where are you from?"
There were a hundred thousand ways this could go wrong, most of which involved Jensen being eaten alive, but Jensen couldn't quite bring himself to care. So his new friend was a zombie. Crazy was pretty much par for the course in Jensen's life these days. It wasn't like Jensen had specified what kind of friend he wanted. And Jared seemed like a good guy. Jensen's life could do with one of those.
And if Jared did turn on him, at least Jensen was going to get eaten by a nice zombie. There were worse ways to go.
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Date: 2013-06-30 05:06 am (UTC)"I'm lonely," Jensen blurted. A bitter grin twisted his lips. "Pathetic, isn't it? The whole fucking world's gone insane, I'm only going to last as long as much supply of bullets does - and that's if I don't starve to death first - and here I'm praying to any God that'll listen to give me some friends."
"I don't think that's pathetic at all," Jared said. He sounded kind of wistful and what the fuck was Jensen doing, commiserating with a zombie over how much their lives - or not-lives, in Jared's case - sucked?
Jensen lowered the gun. "Jensen," he said, because apparently there was more than one way to lose his mind.
Jared blinked at him. "What?"
"My name. It's Jensen." He climbed to his feet and gave Jared a measuring look. "You coming?"
It took a moment for Jared to process that and Jensen watched understanding sweep across that gaunt-cheeked face with a starry-eyed kind of hope right on its heels. "You mean it?"
Jensen swallowed hard, once. He nodded. "Yeah."
Jared jumped with a beaming grin that made Jensen regret the fact that he was, well, dead. Because Jensen was not into necrophilia and Jared must have been fucking gorgeous when he was alive and half his scalp wasn't missing. "This is so awesome, Jensen, thank you, I promise you won't regret this, I can fight the zombies off, too, it's not like they can do anything to me-"
"Right now I'm regretting the fact that you no longer need to breathe between words," Jensen muttered, but he could feel himself smiling. He couldn't remember the last time that had happened. He shouldered his shotgun and leveled a warning finger at Jared. "But if you shed any body parts on me, all bets are off."
"Fair enough," Jared said, still grinning. "So, where are you from?"
There were a hundred thousand ways this could go wrong, most of which involved Jensen being eaten alive, but Jensen couldn't quite bring himself to care. So his new friend was a zombie. Crazy was pretty much par for the course in Jensen's life these days. It wasn't like Jensen had specified what kind of friend he wanted. And Jared seemed like a good guy. Jensen's life could do with one of those.
And if Jared did turn on him, at least Jensen was going to get eaten by a nice zombie. There were worse ways to go.