Mosleepceit - Apocalypse
This is one of many, many ficlets I am posting on Christmas day. Hope you enjoy!
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The three of them sat together in silence as often as they could.
It was rare that they got those calm little moments to themselves: ones devoid of ravenous zombies or any of the various other threats that now bothered them each and every day. The world was scary now - too big for the too little amount of people still left: the result of an apocalypse that had come far too quickly and far too suddenly.
An apocalypse that no one had seen coming.
Patton, Remy and Janus were all each other had left. Their relationship had been new when the zombies had first came: so sudden and so many that most had died at the very start. The three of them had hardly escaped that first encounter with their lives.
They had just so happened to have been together at the time, and stuck together while others around them died: the three of them remaining helpless to save them.
Occasionally, people would join their little group, but now it was only the three of them again. It was lonely, but it was all they had left.
They had hardly survived the world so far, and had no idea how much longer they would manage to stay alive.
But they'd found a home now, one safe enough that they could occasionally find the time to relax. They still had to go out to find food: the plants they had started to grow not being enough quite yet. And they still had to fight off the occasional zombie, but it was the best they could hope for.
The quiet was calm, peaceful. Patton had Remy's hand in his left and Janus's hand in his right, and every time he squeezed he got a reassuring squeeze back.
After minutes of this, Patton eventually spoke up.
"I've been keeping track of the days in my notebook," he spoke softly.
Janus still stared out of the window at the sunrise, but he squeezed Patton's hand to show he was listening, though he didn't turn to look. Remy turned to face him.
"What day is it now?" He asked.
"Christmas," Patton said. "It's Christmas day, I think."
He couldn't be certain that he hadn't miscounted the days, but there was no one around who would have been able to correct him.
"Oh."
"Merry Christmas," Janus said after a moment.
"Merry Christmas," Patton immediately said back.
"Happy Christmas, babes," Remy said. He paused for a moment. "What would you want, if the world wasn't shit?"
"Something sweet," Patton answered instantly. He sighed. "I miss cookies and cupcakes and chocolate. We're always so hungry nowadays, and so tired."
Remy hummed in agreement. He then turned to Janus, who finally glanced away from the window to face them.
"Clean clothes," he said. "Something neat and comfortable. I miss my gloves, and my hat."
Remy sighed. "I miss coffee. God, do you think the world will ever be better again?"
There was a pause.
"I hope so," Patton said.
Janus stayed quiet, biting his tongue to keep himself from talking, as he knew that his answer was not one that they needed to hear.