“I can’t believe it’s so close to Christmas..” He mumbled mostly to himself, red eyes watching the snow outside, feeling the chill against his skin. The infected drew in a slow breath, feeling the cold air sting the inside of his nose, before he let out a long, heavy sigh. He brought one clawed hand up to ‘examine’ his fingers, turning them over with a scoff.
“..Well, another fucking year of this.”
It actually was hard to believe. The end of the year at the end of times, and still it felt like nothing had changed. Like being frozen in time, but age still wore on the body. Ben was getting older, as was Aiden, and that alone was hard to believe.
But they were still alive and present. They still existed in the world, if only to those around them. That would’ve been something to be thankful for, but then he glanced to Aiden. He saw the way skin was analyzed, caught the dread-soaked words, and held onto the scene longer than it’d taken place.
Survivor’s guilt beat down on him, keeping him from continuing on from that single point. It wasn’t his fault... He shouldn’t have felt so bad... Crossing his arms tightly to his chest, he tried to keep repeating that. Though silenced ears were all it could reach. With his head turned away and his eyes aimed down, he centered his voice on himself; the sound nearly mistakable for an exiting breath.
"Kinda wish we could switch places...”
