Mark's P.O.V.

I watched the man named Jack lean over my hurt dog, giving her soft praise and stroking her fur.

But... Jack was damn hot. It sounds weird to freak out over a person you just met, but he was my dream boy. He had faded green hair with a cute little brown beard. He had eyes that shone brighter than the moon, even though the shit times we've been going through. His body was delicious. His slender frame, defined with curvy hips, broadened shoulders. His skin was a cream color, complimenting his gorgeous eyes. And he was so smol! I could scoop up that tiny 5'6ish little thing and never let go. I was practically drooling over this man.

" Merk?" Jack inquired.

Oh Jesus fucking Christ that accent. The way he said my name sent chills down my spine. Boy oh boy, my gay is shining like a lighthouse right now.

" Yeah?" I answered.

" It seems that Chica shattered a rib when she was shot. It's going to take a lot of time for healing... and she's going to need constant monitoring. I'll need to teach you how to help her with her medicati-."

" Come with me." I demanded.

" Wh-wait. Excuse me?" Jack stammered.

" You seem lonely... and I can help ya' out with loneliness. We can be companions and ride into the sunset!" I joked.

" I don't wanna be a burden or something..." Jack murmured, rubbing his arm.

" Please Jack. I'm lonely. Even with Chica. It'll help us all to have another companion with us. I begged.

" How can I tr-ust you..." Jack whimpered, his voice cracking slightly.

Tears welled up in the short man's eyes. He hugged his shoulders, sniffling and looking away from me. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to contain the tears that were threatening to spill.

" C'mere Jack. You can trust me. I've hardly even known you... but I would put myself in front of you if a bullet came. I feel compelled to protect you. I feel like we can become friends. Best friends even! We can make it through this living Hell together." I said calmly, trying to console the sniffling man.

Jack laid his head on my shoulder, sniffing quietly. I rubbed his back, keeping him close to me.

"I'll come. But only for the dog." Jack joked.

" THE POWER FRIENDS!" I said in a weird accent.

(Jack said that in the Antisepticeye vs Darkiplier bloopers and I was laughing so hard. Watch it if you haven't. Its on Mark's channel. It's beautiful)

Jack burst out laughing, clutching his side. I howled with laughter too. After we both calmed down, Jack and I both stood up.

" What are we going to do with my motorcycle?" I asked Jack.

" Um... I might have room somewhere in the trunk. It's pretty big. And Chica can have the middle row for rest." Jack suggested.

" Sounds good!" I replied.

I took Chica out of the side car to my motorcycle, and gently laid her in the backseat of Jack's Jeep. She whimpered softly, trying to scratch off the gauze that Jack wrapped around her fur. Jack opened the trunk to the Jeep, and it wasn't very full. It had a cooler and plastic bags. There seemed to be no food.

" Gimme a hand with this, will ya'?" Jack said, gesturing to the motorcycle.

" Oh, right." I replied, snapping out of my daze.

Jack and I lifted the motorcycle, and with lots of grunting and profanities, we managed to get it in the trunk. Jack slammed the trunk shut and walked to the driver's seat. I hopped into the passenger side, relaxing in the comfy seats. Jack plugged an AUX cord into his iPod, turning on some music. He hummed along softly to the music, driving off somewhere.

" So... lets get to know each other!" I suggested.

" Okay... I'm Seán William McLoughlin, but I prefer Jack. I'm from Ireland. I'm 26 years old. I moved to L.A. in my twenties to become a doctor. I wanted to do everything. Be a surgeon, orthopedist, etc. So I got my fair share of training in a lot of professions. I also learned from some of my colleges. I worked at a pretty well known hospital, so I know my was around most things. I was fairly wealthy... and then everything went wrong." Jack said, keeping his eyes laser focused on the road.

" Well. I'm Mark Edward Fishbach. I'm 27. I'm from Cincinnati, Ohio. I moved to L.A. to work on set. I wanted to become a producer, so I did. I was just beginning my first movie, when one of the actresses overdosed on drugs and died. She was the first zombie encounter I had. And it scared the living shit out of me too." I said, stealing glances at Jack's face when I could.

" Isn't it funny to think about life before this Hellhole? Looking back on it... I just wish things were the same. I want to go back to living the way I did." Jack said sorrowfully, looking over at me.

" Think... if we lived the same... I would've never met you." I said cheekily.

" You dork." Jack giggled, punching me softly in the arm.

" Love you, Jack." I said sarcastically.

" Eu tamén te quero." Jack said softly.

" What does that mean?" I said curiously.

" It's Gaelic." Jack responded.

" And it means...?" I inquired.

" I'll tell you later." Jack murmured, a soft blush dusting his cheeks.

Heyo! It's Dusty! Wowie! Two chapters in a day. I don't think I've ever done that! I'm really into this story, so I hope you guys enjoy! Word Count: 946
~ Dusty