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Skinny Love

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"Fucking pussy Bryant, that's what you are"

"I have a fucking baseball bat, crowbar and hunting kni-"

"Why didn't you find yourself a fucking gun, Bryant?"

"Er, well, my mom has an old hunting rifle on the mantle-"

"Why the fuck didn't you bring it?"

"I can't shoot it"

"Fucking hell, Bryant for a smart guy you are really fucking dumb you know that?" as Craig cocked his own rifle "Nut up, or shut up" turning away Sam was stunned into silence at the backhanded compliment he'd just received.

"It was excess baggage" he spluttered out after a moment, trying to sound logical as he twitched his fingers over the bridge of his glasses.

"I'm surprised you're still alive, you're fucking useless" and with that Craig left the room in one swift motion leaving Sam gripping Sadie's hilt and flushing deeply in indignance. Of course he fucking knew that already, he just didn't appreciate anyone actually saying it aloud. He suddenly huffed his anger flaring as he realised that he'd fucking been able to survive for the past two weeks without anyone while they'd been all running around in groups helping each other out. He turned on his heel making to finally- belatedly- run after Craig and bitch that motherfucker out. He found himself facing an outward turning palm signalling him to stop, he looked up his brow furrowed in his best scowl to see a sheepish looking Clyde staring down at him. With an almost growl he made to move round him but he was stopped by the wall of football player the second he'd attempted it.

"What." Sam snapped bitterly, clenching his hand and feeling the familiar red tape beneath his hand that was oh-so-comforting.

"Sam, give him a fucking break" Clyde sighed out and Sam went into his rendition of the most fake looking surprised impression that he could muster, throwing his free hand up in the air and almost forgetting not to raise the other one. Sam didn't think that Clyde would appreciate being nutted with a nailed baseball bat.

"Oh of course! The guy who just called me, what was it again? Oh yeah, fucking useless ran off being a pussy" he jabbed his finger toward the exit Craig had so recently taken "And of course I should give him a break." he finished exasperated. Clyde just cocked an eyebrow at him. The bloody cheek of him, Clyde was not the one holding the baseball bat in this situation and if he wasn't careful he'd be on the end of it.

"He's worried about Lucy" Clyde explained folding his arms over his chest and oddly reminding Sam of his mother when she was in one of her sassier moods. Sam rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw, Clyde saw it and instead raised both of his eyebrows down at sam.

"Well I'm worried about every fucking one, so he should get over it and stop being a little bitch all the time" he replied his anger slowly tailing out of his voice until he just sounded dead tired. Clyde pressed his lips into a thin line, watching Sam closely "She has a rocket launcher Clyde" Sam spat to the deadpan expression of Clyde looming above him.

"Just humour me Bryant" there was an edge to his voice that meant he wasn't really up for negotiating it either way. A tone that Sam was rather used to.

"Whatever" he said back half heartedly, turning away again and swishing his hand as if to dismiss the ex football player. Fucking people, this was why he was that much better off when he was by himself. Sam curled up in his spot beneath the torn up screen of theatre 1 as usual, his eyes squeezed shut in the semi darkness.

Fucking people.


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"Teach me."

"What?"

"I said, teach me."

"How to Dougie? How to be straight? You have to be fucking more specific Bryant"

"To use a fucking gun you smartass."

"What did you say to me, faggot?"

"You need a hearing aid, fuckwit?" Sam bit back, fucking terrified at his own actions. Yet slightly in awe, he hadn't even stuttered once. Craig just stared at him before locking his gun back, two fresh bullets loaded and for a second Sam was pretty much sure Craig was going to point the barrel right into his face and blow his head off with one flick of his finger. But he didn't and instead gave Sam a neat one fingered salute for his trouble, his lip quirked upward in a half-sneer-half-snarl and Sam wasn't sure whether to be relieved or even more scared.

"Out of all fucking people" Craig started "I wouldn't have imagined you to be the nutting up type." Sam blinked a few times, pushing his glasses back up with one hand and suddenly Craig was walking away from him again, he darted forward ready to yell at him this time. He was not doing this a fucking gain as he reached out Craig didn't turn round but batted Sam's hand away without even a glance "Keep your panties on Bryant, you're going to learn how to shoot."


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"You're doing it fucking wrong again, you'll jam my gun dickwad"

"S-sorry" Sam stuttered back, his gun arm trembling slightly.

"Try again, slower" Craig replied in a somewhat softer tone, his hand steadying Sam's shaking elbow carefully. Sam fought the urge to flinch away but instead decided to talk back as though Craig was stupid.

"That won't help me when a fucking zom-"

"Babysteps for you, retard" Craig levelled Sam's arm as the boy himself stared down the sight determinedly, he sounded almost amused.

"...Better?" Sam asked tentatively as he lowered the now empty gun that had knocked off the cans set up on the 3rd row of seats.

"You didn't break it" Craig said mock encouragingly as he faked examining his rifle that he rolled between his hands.

"So that's a yes" Sam said simply in reply.

"You're fucking holding it wrong again" Craig growled and Sam was all too aware of his looming heat very close to pressing against his back, the rough hand grabbed over his own none-too-gently and pulled him back jarringly with the motion. Craig squinted as he lined everything up, his chin resting on Sam's shoulder as he crouched to the smaller boy's level. He flicked the trigger and managed to knock off 4 cans with one bullet as they balanced on top of the seats. Sam's mouth lay agape as Craig moved off and when Sam turned his face was firmly blank.

"Like that, see" the smugness was so obvious in his tone that Craig wasn't even trying to hide it. Sam snorted at his cockiness but hid his face with the butt of the rifle again, clamping down his teeth on his lower lip as he stared down the barrel.

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They were sitting on the roof, their legs swinging and breaths coming out in misty puffs as they breathed. Sam was wrapped up tightly with his sweater, zip-up and coat on, two scarves, four pairs of socks and his warmest jeans. He beat his hands together, having paused to place down his can of soda on the hard packed gravel, his knuckles were red and cracked the skin raw and dry especially in the freezing night air. Craig merely sipped his beer before tugging his chullo down further over his ears. They'd stumbled upon the flight of stairs randomly as they'd looked for things to burn considering fuel was a little low, Sam had been staring longingly at reels of film wishing that they had even a bit of electricity when Craig had called out to him. Fearing the worst Sam had skidded round the corner to find Craig grinning like a mental person and standing on the first step of a frighteningly unstable looking rusty staircase.


"What are you waiting for, Bryant?"


And so there they were, the stars twinkling absently above them oblivious to the hell they were experiencing down below and somewhat warmed by a smoking car that had recently exploded. Initially they'd been too scared to go toward the edge as the snarls and feral noises of teeth on flesh and fights over said flesh were certainly loud enough only a few metres above the wreckage. And then the car had ignited in a pillar of flame that had rocketed skywards killing every one of the infected mingling around the scraps that had been in the driver's seat of the black merc.


"Ruby's dead" Craig said, blandly. Sam licked his thoroughly chapped lips unsure of what to say back.

"So is my mom." he paused "or she's a zombie" he finished croakily, his voice dulled from it's disuse for the past 6 hours. He'd expected a snort from his company.

"Better off dead" he heard Craig murmur as he glugged a long draught of the bud light they'd dragged in.

"Mhmm" the silence dragged on neither comfortably nor uncomfortably until Craig broke it again.

"I killed her" it was quiet and the lowness of it surprised Sam as he turned to look at his... Not friend.

"My Mom?" Sam asked loftily, dying to ask whether or not she'd been infected.

"No... Rube"

"Shit, dude"

"This is so fucked up"

"You're telling me"


And then Sam was all too aware of being shoved down, his head cracking against the pointed stones even through the thick material of his purple beanie. His soda spilled over dripping down off the edge of the flat roof and that was pretty much the only sound apart from Craig's laboured breathing and Sam could only make out a lopsided fuzzy shadow from above and the hands clenching in the material at his chest, then the hands slipped round to tear at the hairs at the back of his head roughly shoving his head up to meet Craig's lips.
because i can write fuckin ready to fall verse Cram, okay?


I haven't read this over btw
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Keep it coming. Oh pleasepleaseplease.