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"Wylie!"(Private)
Parker nodded in compliance. “Y-yeah, he’ll help.” At least the brunette hoped his lover would be willing to help. “I’ll go get him, follow me.” Parker pat Wylie’s back before turning to duck through the trees towards where his and Elias’ green tent was.
Wylie nodded back, "Thanks." He said before watching Parker walk away then sinking down to a squatting position. He didn't know if he could handle this.
So are we still going out on that supply run?
"Ha, mind trick." Parker shook his head with a smile. "I may not be strong in the physical sense, but the mind is my area of expertise." He gave Wylie a reassuring glance when the younger man put a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe I’ll bring Elias along, just to be safe." The brunette shrugged. "Or I could bring you along, I hardly doubt she’d argue with you."
"I know, but she's... skilled in that area. I don't know. You operate differently than the rest of us. I don't know how you work." He sighed, puffing up his cheeks and shaking his head, rubbing a small circle on the middle of his friend's back. "She will argue with me, but whoever you feel more comfortable with. Not that I think you need any back up... just in case."
So...
Oh please, I hardly doubt you could grow more than stubble on that baby face of yours. So Luke must be pretty weird than, you seem to be drawn to him the most…If you don’t mind me saying.
I don't grow much... but I do grow some. Not as majestic as yours, of course. Wylie chuckled. I guess he is pretty weird. But I think we're more opposite.
"I’m not surprised Luke kicked your ass. He’s an unnaturally large man. I never needed to learn how to fight. I had other people chomping at the bit to fight my battles for me," she smiled, remembering her other life fondly for a moment.
Vivien finally saw what it was that made the noise slowly approach them from the line of trees. Her heart started to hammer in her chest immediately.
A biter, decayed to the point of almost immobility, was moving slowly towards them. It’s feet had wasted away to nothing and it had to crawl on hands and knees to gain ground. But it was eager, and hungry, and making those wet growling noises that seemed to exist only to cause fear. Vivien surveyed the rest of the area in one quick motion, making sure there weren’t others.
"Thank God these things don’t hunt in packs. Of course I know how to shoot, why else would I have a gun? But we can’t shoot it. It’ll draw out the others. One of us is going to have to get up nice and close and knife it. If you have something more reliable than this,” she said, pulling her small pocket knife from her bag, “I’ll do it.” She edged backwards, away from the zombie, and felt Wylie do the same.
"Chomping at the bit? Well, you must be something special if people are willing to put their necks on the line to save your ass. I can already tell people probably wanted to punch you in the face. You kind of just... say what's on your mind with no regards for the reprecussions... I like that." Wylie smiled back at the girl.
Wylie turned his head, his own heart hammering like pistons when he saw it. Though this was the first one he'd seen moving so slowly, and with practically no feet. "Wow..." He remarked, watching it with silent interest mixed with a little bit of pity for whatever was left of the thing in front of them. It was impossible for him to tell if it had, at one time, been male or female. "Right... well, not today, anyway." He slipped his gun back in his holster and pulled out a large hunting knife. He was impressed with Vivien's insistence and, despite his own discomfort with the idea of letting a stranger who admitted she never did much for herself take care of their immediate danger, handed her the weapon. "Be my guest."
Charlie gave him a little smile and a tearful “Good” though she never let go of his hand and just started to lead him away from the danger of the forest and to the relative safety of the field and her horse’s enclosure. “After Luke. Luke, Luca.” Making a small side to side motion with her head to signal the comparison she gave a little shrug. “Every girl wants a pony and Luke managed to get me one during the apocalypse. How am I not supposed to name him after him?” Grinning over at him, she just walked at his side in silence for a while as the fenced in plot came into view. “Did you help Luke get him for me?”
"I figured..." Wylie answered as they walked over to the fenced in area where the pony was being held. He smiled at it and remembered getting him with Luke, he nodded. "Right... yeah, I did help out with that one. But only because Luke asked me to." He joked, leaning over the fence. "Luke would manage to make the world spin backward, somehow, if that's what you wanted."
"At least not for you." Lifting her brow as she held it out to him when his steps stopped in the underbrush, giving him a little shrug in response to the question he poised at her. "Does it matter? Why don’t we just fucking smoke it and finish this walk or adventure or whatever the fuck you want to call it? Sounds like a good time to me."
"Don't be a bitch, Frankie. I just wanted to know in case you had some more. Jesus H. Christ." Wylie shook his head, taking a long hit off the joint before sitting down where they'd stopped. "Thought we were friends." He said through smoke, smiling lightly at her.
So...
I may have dimples but I also have facial hair to hide them. The perks of aging, I suppose. What a relief, I thought the weirdness would drive you away. You’ve got your quirks, too. Though I like you most when you’re being an asshole, hysterical really.
I could grow facial hair to hide mine, if I wanted to. I just don't. Because I look ridiculous with facial hair. Wylie laughed. Nope... weirdness draws me in. Like a moth to a flame... or some shit. Mm... you lik eme most when I'm an asshole? You'd be the only one.
So are we still going out on that supply run?
"You may not believe her, but what about the others?" Parker inquired. "People are looking for someone to blame and if a doctor starts pointing fingers the other campers aren’t going to give it a second thought.” He grit his teeth angrily, frustrated at the situation he was being made aware of. “I don’t give a rat’s ass whether she thinks Elias is worse than I, neither of us have ever hurt anybody.” He turned his troubled eyes to Wylie. “What should I do?”
"She's just trying to proselytize." Wylie shook his head, "I don't think it's working too well. She's not even a doctor, anyway, and we all knew you already. No one thinks you're a killer save, maybe, Ember. And she's just one bitch among many." Wylie shrugged. "You don't have to worry about it." He frowned a little when he realized that Parker was upset and put his hand on the other man's shoulder. "I think you should confront her about it. Tell her to stop... or maybe have Elias do it. She'd probably try some mind trick on you and try to get you to believe her hype."
"Wylie!"(Private)
Parker wiped at his eyes, stunned into near hysteria at seeing Stosh’s body…and worse yet, the way Wylie he reacted. It made him sick and lightheaded, a feeling he was fondly familiar with. “What? What about Elias?” The brunette echoed. “I-I don’t know…I knew you had known Stosh. That you were his friend. You were the first person I thought to tell.”
Wylie walked closer to Parker, his limbs nearly vibrating as he felt his stomach twist uncomfortably. "Elias... he could... maybe he could help get Stosh down?" He suggested, peeling his eyes away from the tree to look hopefully at Parker.
Charlie...
The flap was still closed and Charlie could tell that even from a distance and instead she lead him off to the side and under a tree, lowering down and pulling him down beside her. Wrapping her arms around his chest like she’d done with Luke so many times in the past, Charlie clung to Wylie and let him cling right back if he was so inclined. She’d never had to bullshit with Wylie, he’d always called her on it, and the habit still held strong. “I’m scared…”
Wylie sat, shakily, beneath the tree close to the tent with his boyfriend's little sister and, when she clung to him, he wrapped his arms back around her and lay his cheek on her head. "I know... I'm scared too." He admitted, quietly.
"You’re crazy..you know that?" Luke smiled when his boyfriend was fully awake. "Your back has got to be killing you, love." He said and if Wylie denied it he knew that his boyfriend would definitely be lying. Wylie hasn’t left his side. Not even once and refused it when anyone tried to tell him to go get some rest. Even though Luke wanted him to get some good night sleep through these couple of days he couldn’t help but know how lucky he was. He felt like the luckiest man in the world to have Wylie in his life. Luke didn’t think it was possible to love Wylie more but he did. "Yes..we can talk." Luke said softly. "It still hurts a little…I can’t yell so don’t piss me off." He immediately regretted making himself laugh because the little giggle that he let out hurt him. "I’m fine, baby. I promise.." He reached over grabbing Wylie’s hand squeezing it. "Thank you."
"I'm not crazy. My back's not killing me. I'm not going anywhere and, if you ask me to, I'll just refuse. What are you going to do? Get up and make me?" Wylie scoffed then leaned against the man on the cot, smile still painted on his face. "I'm not going to piss you off..." He hesitated, screwing up his face a little. "Intentionally." He added with a little laugh, kissing Luke's plump lips this time. "I love you, okay? That's the first order of business. To tell you that... secondly, who did this? Do you even know?" He searched Luke's eyes, squeezing his boyfriend's hands in both of his.
Luke was still in a lot of pain but it wasn’t as bad as it had been. He was sleeping a lot so he didn’t have to feel it, and today he felt like actually talking to people. He needed to see Charlie, Wylie, Jackson, family and friends. Even though he’d been so out of it and not able to speak he knew how supportive and scared they had been.
"No..no..I swear I feel better. I’m okay."
Wylie twitched a little, jerking back to a semi-conscious state after almost falling asleep for the umpteenth time. "Mmnn?" He blinked groggily and looked at Luke, vision focusing as he realized the man was actually speaking. "Luke!" He resisted the urge to jump on the injured man, opting instead to scoot closer to him and squeeze his hand. "You're not out of your mind on the pain meds Raf gave you... so, now we can talk? You sure you're okay?" He leaned in closer and sprinkled a couple of quick kisses all over Luke's stubbly face.
Charlie...
Charlie just held him as he sobbed, hushing him softly as her own silent tears streamed one at a time down her cheeks unnoticed. Not really crying, though the tears refused to be kept back. Finally when he seemed to get a hold of himself, Charlie offered him a softly smile and helped him up, holding on to him as they headed towards the tent. “Raf can fill me in, don’t talk about it, okay? Luke it strong, Wylie, he’ll make it. I know he will. He’ll do it for us, just like he does everything else, okay?” If only she believed that as much as she tried to make it sound. She still didn’t know what happened, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to. Not yet. Not when she had to be strong for both of them.
Wylie thought his throat was going to close up completely, that he wasn't going to be able to breathe and that he might pass out. He squeezed out another couple of tears but his face was starting to feel raw and he couldn't keep up with wiping them off -- he hoped they would stop soon and took a shaky breath, exhaling slowly as they continued to walk. "Yeah... y -- yeah. He's strong. He'll be okay." He puffed his cheeks up and exhaled slowly and shakily once more as they walked into the tent.
Charlie...
At first when he shook his head it was as if the air had been physically stolen from her lungs and all she could do was squeak, but his clarification brought a sigh of worried relief from her lips. Watching Wylie break down made the entire situation that much scarier, but if Luke was hurt, and Wylie was breaking down, and Shane was…somewhere.. who would handle this? Who would take care of Wylie and Luke if not her? If she lost it, they’d all lose it and nothing but trouble would come from that. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, pushing her own terror down deep, Charlie rushed forward to wrap her arms around Wylie, hugging him to her. “He’s alive, he’s alive and strong. Take me to him, Wylie, come on, we need to go be there with him. You and me, okay?”
When he felt her wrap her arms around him, he dipped his head down and lay his forehead against her shoulder and let out a sob he felt like he'd been holding in for too long. He hadn't really let himself cry, he'd been in shock. He'd been determined to help Luke. Now, he couldn't hold it together any longer. He closed his eyes and cried against her, his chest aching from it all. "Okay... okay... he's... he's in the medical tent. They're stitching him up right now. He's so lucky he didn't die, Charlie..." He stood back up, wiped the tears from his face and held onto Charlie's arm as he took shaky steps toward the tent.
Luke groggily opened his eyes looking at the person who had enterted the medical tent curiously. He tried to speak but the pain was too much.
Wylie had refused to leave the medical tent after Luke had been hurt but, eventually, Raf and Zeke had convinced him to wait outside. After they'd put him back together, they'd come and told Wylie that Luke had, miraculously, survived. He had rushed back into the tent and sat beside a bloodied and bandaged Luke all night, drifting asleep after a while.
He was afraid Luke was never going to wake up and he kept his eyes glued to the man for what felt like hours. Finally, Luke opened his eyes and looked at Wylie who forced a weak smile, "Hi... you don't have to talk... you're okay, though, do you know who did this...? Just... nod or shake your head." He reached up and brushed his fingers through Luke's hair.
Charlie...
Just the look on his face was enough to put Charlie instantly on edge, her little mind whirring over what could upset the usually stoic male so badly. All that came to mind was Luke and when he spoke to confirm it she almost fainted. “Is…. Is he alive?” It came out as the smallest whisper, because the thought of losing Luke was too horrible to even risk making real by speaking it too loud, even in question form.
Wylie shook his head, slowly at first then rapidly. "No... no... yes, I mean, yes. He's alive." He wiped the tears that were falling onto his cheeks and hiccoughed, choking on a sob, wrapping his arms around his body. "He's hurt... really bad."
Charlie...
……What is it?
Wylie paused, he wasn't sure he could say anything with the way his throat felt like it was swelling and there was the all too familiar pressure in his eyes -- he was going to cry. He stumbled over his words, forcing them out mildly normally until Luke's name came out in a high pitched squeak. "It's... he's been hurt. Luke."
