Day Two

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh watched as his friend crumpled to the ground as he diverted the man’s attention. The bullet that shot through Jon’s stomach seemed to shatter time itself. He could almost see the bullet pass right by his face and lodge right into the Knight’s stomach. Blood splattered onto the wall as his archer had just collapsed to the floor clutching his stomach in pain. His arrow severing the Marine’s arm and letting it land with a thud onto the floor. It’s lifeless qualities staring Gilgamesh in the face as he realized how much he’s grown attached to Jon. The loyal man had done everything he has said and he had developed and attachment to him. Gilgamesh ran over to Jon’s side, elevating his head and holding him up. Jon’s skin turned into deathly pale and his eyes seemed to glazed over as if he was barely holding on. The memory of Enkidu resurfaced, parallelling to this experience he was living now. Tears welled up in Gilgamesh’s eyes as he held Jon in his hands, his subject trembling as if the world’s shivering temperatures were beginning to creep into his very soul. He heard footsteps run down the hall, running from the broken duo.

“No, you cannot leave. In just this one day you have shown me your bravery, your loyalty, and the true value of your character. I thought I would never say this, but I value you as one of my largest treasures known as my friend. And as my treasure I command you not to leave me!” His eyes blinked rapidly as he tried to get rid of the tears in his eyes. “Why does the one mongrel that I can stand have to die so quickly?” He whispered to himself and his comrade smiled.

Jon coughed and blood splattered onto his clothing, his white teeth now bloodstained and horrifying. “I’m sorry my King.” He paused just enough to cough up more blood. “However, I think I’m done for.” Gilgamesh’s frown grew wider and Deadpony popped out and the little shit even looked upset, it spoke in between sobs, choking on each and every word.

“ Y-huh you know nothing J-Jon Sneeeew.” It almost looked as if the Stuffed animal was distressed and the glint in it’s eye looked similar to a tear. It’s permanent, twisted smile had deformed into a frown and where it’s once vulgar personality had begun, only a hollow shell of disappointment and remorse remained. Jon’s eyes fluttered shut and the King pushed him, feeling his hollow breathes get closer and closer to ceasing.

The King lifted the Knight onto his feet before lifting him entirely onto his back. Damn what did this guy eat? The guy must have weighed a ton...He walked over to grab the dead man’s item before the Deadpony rose out of his bag and commented.

“ Uh the answer to your question is a giant ass burrito...it wasn’t pretty.” Jon and Gilgamesh groaned simultaneously he hoisted him over his shoulder. They needed to get out of this damn hellhole and fast. He exited the large building before running to the Storm that would make his life so much worse. He was either going to die in there or endure hell to survive.

The dark midnight sky was downpouring on them, his hair matting down to his forehead and the cold biting at his fingertips. His crimson eyes gleaming through the darkness, the clouds covering the dim moonlight and causing Gilgamesh to be in absolute darkness. Deadpony was sleeping and Jon...Jon was just barely hanging in there. The dense raindrops hit his face like bullets and caused him to wince as he continued to bear on forward, his one shoulder burdened by Jon and the other out of it’s socket. His body was fatigued but he had to go somewhere, someplace where no one would find him. The gravel beneath his feet was wet and unstable and Gilgamesh found a small quiet condensed area .

Gilgamesh paused and looked around, the forest was dense, the carapace thick, the path uphill was difficult to climb, other than the way he came. He laid Jon on the floor trying to protect him from danger. Jon was shivering, if he didn’t immediately die from the shot he would surely die from hypothermia. However, if Gilgamesh made a fire...people would find him. A risk of life or death, one similar to the decision Jon had made. He would take care of Jon...in this pouring rain. He set his back down with a thud and searched through his bag,--- ah there it was. The Survival Shovel, perfect.

The King walked over to the nearest tree, it’s looming branches peered over Gilgamesh almost taunting him. He took the shovel and tried to chop the tree down. He brought the shovel back, almost as if he were batting for a baseball team and swung with all of his might. It hit hard, however it also rebounded hard. His dislocated shoulder grew more profound in pain.

“Me Damnite!” The King cursed as he fell to his knees in pain. His shoulder was aching and he stood back up shaking his other arm in frustration. “Jon Snow Gather me some firewood.” Gilgamesh expectantly stood there before turning around to see the dying man. “Oh...right…” He looked up at the branches and looked at the shovel that lay on the ground. He kneeled to pick it up, his arm dragging onto the ground as he tried not to move it. He raised his shovel and began to hit the twigs that lay above him, letting them fall to the ground, where one would inevitably make it’s way to the King’s head. Gilgamesh carried the numerous amounts of sticks right next to Jon and sat down with a thump. He found two random rocks and began clicking it together to no avail.

“ Hey Numbnuts. You need FLINT to do that instead of rock ya dumbass. You’re like the moron Sid from Ice Age but more pathetic.” The King shot a cold glare as he hovered over the sticks to keep them dry as possible. Hours passed and the weather had blessed the King by temporarily subsiding, the wind however was not as kind. Gilgamesh was still clicking two rocks with a bored look on his face and magic, a single spark flew to the sticks and ignited a small fire. Gilgamesh blew on it, feeding the flames of his rage and their survival. They would survive together, they would do anything. The darkness of the night gave through to the kindling flames. His eyes darted to the sleeping man, his breaths getting shallower and shallower.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take the first shift.” Gilgamesh remained awake and alert comforted only by the fire. And he did it all, for the sake of his friend.