After The Crash

Chapter 1

   It's been nearly 2 weeks since Jace's last blood transfusion. He looks sick and I can't bear to see it. I sighed as I looked at him. His skin was pale, more than usual, cuts that he had gotten a week ago were still unhealed. Softly I shook my head.

   "Don't look at me like that. I'm not doing it." He said weakly

   "Jace, you're going to die." I sighed

   "I refuse to go back to that Sean. People with my condition have't literally sucked blood in decades." He reminded me

   "Jace-" Mark sighed

   "No Mark. I refuse." He said sharply

   The people outside, the virus has changed them, mutated them. Thankfully it has mutated it self to only passed through a bite of an infected person, but still. Jace was in absolutely no condition to fight if he was attacked. I had to do something, anything, and I had an idea, not that I liked it at all. I took a deep breath, excepting there was no other option. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

   "Sean, what are you doing?" Mark asked cautiously

   "Helping Jace." I said as I pushed the knife into the palm of my hand, cutting deeply

   I squeezed as much blood as I could from my hand being cautious not to make myself pass out. When I began to feel dizzy I took the knife that I had heated on the stove and placed it over the cut, yelping at the pain. Once I calmed down I grabbed the glass and walked to Jace.  

   "What the hell is that?" He asked

   "Just drink it." I told him

   Jace eyed me for a moment, knowing what it was, and refused.

   "Jace, I love you, but if you don't drink this I will dump it back your throat myself." I said stiffly

   Jace gave me an angered look and took the glass, reluctantly drinking the red liquid. He coughed and gaged as he kept drinking. It was disgusting to watch, I can imagine the taste was worse, but it had to be done. Jace finished the glass, trying to hold his stomach contents down, and rolled over.

   "Let me bandage your hand." Mark sighed

   "I'm not going to be able to keep doing that." I sighed

   "What if-" He stopped to think "What if we could gather some from bodies, before they turn?"

   "We wouldn't have anywhere to store it, or keep it fresh. It has to stay cold." I sighed

   "What if we only kept a few bottles at a time. I mean, that's what the hospital was doing, before it was attacked. The were even taking blood from zombies until they started getting bit." Mark reminded me

   "To risky. But if it comes down to it, we'll have to figure it out. He would need a liter a week." I sighed

   "Why don't you just let them kill me. Would save you a lot of trouble." Jace said "And I don't get that sick, I just don't heal."

   "Yeah, a cold kills you. The sun kills you without it." Mark sighed

   "We'll be fine Jace. I don't ever want to hear that from you again." I told him sternly

   "How are you feeling now?" Mark asked

   It has been about an hour now and Jace seemed much better. He grabbed his bow off the floor and placed his knife into the holster around his thigh.

   "Feeling great. Now what are we going to do about the door. They're going to break it soon." He sighed looking at the cracked glass door

   "I really don't know. I don't know how it's held up this long." Mark sighed