hi! just a short intro, this series will consist of short random aus for jelsa, either random things i write or even requests (Tumblr ask or PM). genre will range, but will be rated T. nothing explicit. feedback is most welcome. enjoy.

naglsahazuki's ask on tumblr: jelsa. apocalypse au. MAKE IT HURT SAN!

world; apocalypse au, genre: angst?

Blood spurt from the fresh wound, skin torn open by the bite mark left by the stray walker Elsa had bludgeoned to death after it unexpectedly sprang from behind the building's door, leaving its lesion on his bare shoulder.

Jack winced, stumbling back with his hands absently roaming up to his bare shoulder, as if to somehow stop the bleeding, a strong pang of pain hitting him there. It felt like all the vigor left in him was slowly oozing out along with his thick blood, draining him as it mixed with cold sweat and diluted dirt.

He hit his back on the building's peeling walls, barely feeling he had knees at all.

"Elsa?" he barely recognized his own voice, panic rising in his throat and it came out as a silent sob.

Elsa dropped her weapon, walker at her feet, her face fell once she realized what it had done to him. Horror swirling in her teal eyes.

"Jack!" she gasped, silent not to draw anymore walkers from where they were. She rushed to his side, a hand seizing up his chest that drew in uneven ragged breaths.

"Jack? Jack! Jack… no, no, no, no…" she muttered, fear almost crippling, knowing what this would bring him. "Jack, stay with me, please."

"Elsa," he struggled to say her name, pain almost numbing, sight swirling into a blur. "I'm here, I'm still here."

"…you're going to die..."

"I'm not."

"…and I can't save you."

"You can. Just…" he exhaled a shaky breath. "Stay."

With her beside him, the world they knew that has fallen into ruins was no more to him. As his senses drowned the world out, there is only her; her voice, her touch, her warmth, her.

"Are you scared?" he asked, the moans and scratches of the undead on the door getting louder and louder by the minute. He feels the virus lull him into a deep sleep, and he slowly lets himself be succumbed to it.

She gave his hand one last squeeze.

"No," she drawled out slowly, tears pooling in the lush of her eyes, a single tear streaming down her greasy cheek. "But I'm scared of losing you."

Then, his world went black.