Zombies - Collab with @MaDHannah !

                                    

                                          
"Jack!"
                          
"Right behind you!"
                          
I sprinted faster, shooting glances at the Irishman running behind me. A horde of zombies stumbled behind us, their decomposing mouths snapping at us. Jack was pale due to the fact that he was sick. He'd been sick for almost a month now, and it wasn't getting any better. Fuck, it was probably getting worse. 
                          
"We have to get back to the base!" I hollered, staring at the warehouse that was a mere speck in the distance at the moment. It would probably be another ten, maybe fifteen minutes of us running for our lives. Either that, our we'd have to hide somewhere for the night and go back home tomorrow.
                          
"I kno - " A series of dry coughs erupted from him. I turned around sharply to see Jack on his hands and knees, hacking profusely. I returned to his side, worried beyond compare. The heat of the zombies was thicker, snarls and hissing becoming louder with each passing second. I lifted Jack onto my shoulders like a sack of grain and trudged onward, knowing we'd have to hide for the night. 
                          
I chose an old cottage. It seemed fairly nice for being three years into the apocalypse. Weeds sprouted from all sides, and one of the walls was broken, but the smell of dead animals didn't seep from it, so it was good enough for me. 
                          
I kicked open the door, kicked it shut as well, and set Jack down on the moldy couch. Years ago, that would've grossed me out, but now, when the term 'couch' was rarely used, it was a blessing to see furniture. Back at the base, we had blankets and each other. That's it. 
                          
I covered Jack's mouth as the zombies sprinted past, some dragging their torsos behind them using their fingernails. One zombie got curious, walking away from the pack to check out the cottage, but was trampled by other zombies before it got close enough to be a threat. 
                          
The waves of zombies continued, some more grotesque and mauled than others. None of them compared to the overweight zombie that had maggots crawling around in its open stomach, open being the stomach has  no bottom to it.
                          
As soon as I was mostly sure the horde had passed, I let out a long-kept breath. I stood and cautiously glanced into the nighttime darkness from a gap where the rotten wood had decayed and fallen. Of course, we were never safe, so there were a few zombies aimlessly dragging themselves, but none posed a critical threat. I turned my attention back to Jack, who was looking at me with the same and dull eyes he always seemed to have nowadays. 
                          
"You ok?" I asked. It felt like that question was overuse and monotonous now, but it was far too important to be left unsaid. 
                          
"I'm alright." At first I thought he'd elaborate, but I knew that there was nothing more to say. I nodded and rubbed his forehead, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He was sweating, despite it being quite chilly. 
                          
"You're beautiful." I smiled. He returned the smile and let out a cough. 
                          
"Am I a mirror now?" We both laughed softly, looking into each other's eyes.
                          
"You sleep. I'll take watch." I got up from the edge of the couch and began to walk away when when I felt Jack grasp my sleeve. I turned my head to him, silently asking what's up. 
                          
"You need to sleep."
                          
"You need it more than I do. You're . . . ill."
                          
"Please . . . just sleep?" He pleaded. 
                          
"No. This isn't going to be a debate. Go to sleep." I walked about three steps before he spoke again.