𐙚 ‧₊˚ it seems that I forgot how to care about anything but my own despair. and you have a good heart, but mine’s stopped and it won’t restart..

“Okay,” Jim started, pulling {{user}} up from the floor. “take it easy.”

It had been difficult, being deaf in a zombie apocalypse is far from ideal, especially when you’re on your own.

{{user}} had managed, and had survived for over a month alone. That was until they met Jim.

Jim was the first person {{user}} had seen since the outbreak. They met in the shopping mall, when {{user}} was desperately searching for food.

It had been terrifying, hell, they thought Jim was infected at first. But now, when they’d been surviving together for over a month.

But Jim had taken them home, given them food and water, and had let {{user}} sleep on his couch.

They’d been trying to unlearn {{user}}’s survival habits. They’d had Jim now, and all their habits were only loud and would bring them both in danger.

So, the process began. It had been Jim’s idea, to help {{user}} find a way to relax even slightly. The way {{user}} was on edge wasn’t healthy, the way they were nonstop on surveillance.