Determined To Find Him
Chapter two: Determined To Find Him
Bucky’s point of view
Steve…
Steve…
Steve…
Steve was the only thing, the only person, Bucky Barnes could think about. He had lost his best friend Steve Rogers the day this happened and hadn’t been able to find him since. He knew he was alive he had to be. Steve and Bucky always promised each other they were together until the end of the line. Well Bucky was still onboard and wasn’t letting Steve get off of this train yet. He had to find him.
Bucky’s Journal: Entry 1
‘I found this notebook a few days back and decided I’d finally fill it up. It’ll keep me from going crazy and help me remember all my thoughts.
My name is James Buchanan Barnes. I prefer to go by Bucky. My best Pal is Steve Rogers. We’re inseparable well.. We were.
A few months ago our world got turned upside down and I’ve been living alone in this hell ever since. Each day it’s a fight for my life against the disgusting bastards undead. When this all happened I got separated from Steve and haven’t been able to find him since.
That kid better be alive or I swear I’m gonna kick his undead ass! Hmph… I ain’t got an eraser left and I’m not gonna waste more lead then I got. Alright so I should explain who I am yeah? That’s usually how these things work in movies anyway.
I already told you my name it’s Bucky. My best pal Steve and I have been friends since we were small an' I'm talking can't even reach the sink small. I’m the oldest out of my three other siblings. I got dark hair guess you could call it black or brown doesn't matter to me.
Anyway if you don’t know that the damn apocalypse is happening well lucky you. Alright so the day this happened…. I lost Steve, my little Stevie. Well he isn’t so little anymore. And don’t you dare call him Stevie while I’m still living. Only I can do that.
Besides that.. We promised each other if anything bad ever happened to meet at my Paw’s old place he took us to during the Summers when we were little. It’s in Washington D.C..
You might think it would be easy to get there from Brooklyn but it ain't. There’s no cars you have to walk all the way. It’s pretty damn challenging when you have to avoid the disgusting bastards undead that want ‘ta eat ‘ya. God I just hope Steve is safe.'
Bucky closed his notebook letting out a loud groan. He had no idea where the hell Steve could be or if he was even alive. But he was going to get to D.C. and wait for as long as it took for Steve to show up.... If he ever did.
Bucky had no idea what Steve was going through, he also didn’t know he was ahead of Steve on the way to D.C. far ahead. Bucky was just outside the border. He could see the welcome sign from where he was sitting. But then again he could probably see his Paw's place from where he was too. His Paw's place was five miles from the welcome sign and he couldn't just see it from the ground. No, Bucky had to climb a tree and once he started he didn't feel safe until he was almost at the very top.
He had climbed up there to get away from a few of the undead following him, there were still some stragglers so he wasn’t getting down just yet he wasn't going to chance it when he was this close to getting there. Opening his notebook once more, Bucky begun to write again.
Bucky’s Journal: Entry 2
‘Alright let me tell you about my relationship with Steve.. It's.... I love him Complicated. The kid could have anyone he wants, so I set him up on date after date but it never works. Sometimes I just.. I hope he’ll tell me he doesn’t like girls like other fellas do.
But I doubt it. To tell you the truth I go on dates too just to hopefully make him jealous.. Doesn’t seem to be working. I got this thing for Steve I mean..We’ve known each other for years how could I not? I’m surprised he hasn’t noticed and told me off yet.
Steve was raised pretty strict too. If you didn’t like gals you weren’t normal. But damn if likein’ Steve ain’t normal then I don’t wanna be.
Sometimes it really pisses me off that he doesn’t notice how I feel about him. Probably should’a said something before this all happened.
If I ever see him again I got ‘ta tell him. I can’t keep it hidden anymore. I’d rather get eaten by one of those things than go the rest of my life not having told him. The kids the apple of my eye. I love him to death and I mean that's saying something. 'Cause in all this, I'd give my life just to see him smile.
Besides thinkin’ about Stevie, which is all I really do. I’m worried about him.
I’m just sitting up in a tree waiting for some of these bastards to clear out. I got caught in a horde this morning. Ran as far as I could before my legs started to burn. Found a nice big oak tree and climbed up as far as I could. Thankfully these brain dead idiots, literally, can’t follow me.
There is only about five left now but it isn’t safe to climb down just yet. I don’t want to waste any more bullets than needed. I guess I could pass the time by telling you some of the recent days I had.. Yeah… Yeah I’ll do that…. Let’s start back a few days ago…’
Bucky’s Journal: Entry 3
‘It happened just a few days back. I was running down the first part of the highway trying to get to D.C. yeah it has taken me a week to get this far. You have no idea the kind of things I have went through before this.
I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walkin’. Steve would’ve called me out for that like he always does. I was busy playing with a locket in my hands. It was my Ma’s. On one side is my Ma and Paw before all this happened. On the other is Steve and I. Ma always said he was like family so why not include him in her locket.
First let me tell you how I got the locket from her.... I.....
When this all happened and the streets were filled with chaos I went to my Ma’s place to make sure she was alright. It was to late though. Half her building was crawling with those things. I grabbed a metal pipe from the side of the building just to fight my way to her door. Thankfully unbitten.
Once I got to her door I found it open. I was terrified of what I might find, and I should have been. Not to be mean or anything but Steve is lucky his Ma and Paw passed long before this happened. What I saw… I never wanted to see anything like that ever.
The kitchen was covered in blood, I followed the groaning from her apartment. It seemed her neighbor tried to come over and help but only ended up being dinner on the floor… My Ma… She was bent over her neighbor with another one of those things and they were just… They were devouring her. It was horrible.
I did what I had to do… I smashed it’s head in.. Then the neighbors.. Then...My Ma she.. She tried to come after me. I had to do it. I smashed her head in until she stopped moving. I was crying while doing it of course.How could I not? I saw the necklace hanging off her neck and just yanked it off and ran. I knew I had to get out of there before anything else came in…
Back to the highway now. It was a bad idea to be looking at the picture of Steve while walking in an area like this. I straight up bumped into one of those things. I hit it full on! I was terrified it was so close to me. But thankfully I’m faster than some undead piece of meat. I pulled out my gun and shot it point blank.
But that was a bad idea. Should’ve used my knife. Before I knew it I had a horde chasing after me. I ran for a full day straight to get to this tree. It has been about three days of sitting here trying to organize my thoughts, thankfully my bag has food and water in it. But I need to get down soon. I need to get to D.C. got to find Steve.
I’m coming to find you Stevie, just you wait.’
Bucky shut his notebook and put it back into his bag. The few standing at the bottom of the tree got bored, or hungry, or whatever the hell they do and finally left. Slinging his bag over his shoulders Bucky jumped down onto the branch below, and the next, and the next, until he was off the tree and on the ground.
Looking around Bucky made sure he was in the clear before taking off down the highway. He was determined to make it to his Paw’s house tonight no matter how many distractions he got. He had to make it just in case Steve was already there and waiting for him.
Not even a mile into his walk and he started to hear soft whining. He went to grab for his gun but stopped… Zombies don’t.. Whine… Slowly Bucky peered around the car that he heard the whining from and he saw a small black lab laying in the street.
Slowly he approached the dog holding out his hand. The dog cautiously sniffed it before giving him a lick. “Hey little guy.. You must be hungry.”
Looking around Bucky made sure there was nothing around before kneeling down and pulling out some bread for the dog to eat. “Here you go little guy. Eat up.” A smile came to Bucky’s lips seeing the small dog eating hungrily at the bread he pulled out.
“I bet Steve would really like you, he always did want a dog." Standing up he started to tuck the ends of his jacket and shirt into his pants. "I'm gonna call you Crook, 'cause you got a cute little crooked smile." Kneeling down he cautiously reached for the puppy. Careful not to hurt him Bucky unzipped his jacket putting the puppy inside. Zipping it up more than halfway that way he could run and the dog would be secure he grabbed his bag and started off once more.
“Come on Crook.. Let’s go find Steve.”
Bucky kept low but walked fast down the highway until finally, finally he got to the sign saying ‘Welcome to Washington D.C.’. Now it was only a few more miles until he got to his Paw’s place. But it seemed like that may be a problem. He knew D.C. had a high population but this was ridiculous. There were so many, sure he knew some shortcuts but they would be pointless with the amount of undead here. He didn't care how long it took to get there but he had to get there safe, and human.
Reaching into his jacket he pet Crook to keep him calm. That’s when he noticed all the undead were crowded around something, no… Someone. In the middle of the horde were several mangled bodies, he wished he could’ve helped but it was to late now. “I’m sorry” Bucky mumbled as he slowly maneuvered his way around the horde.
Bucky’s Journal: Entry 4
‘In this type of world you can’t give anything a second thought. You hesitate to shoot? You’re dead. You stop to think which way to turn instead of doing it? You’re dead. You can’t afford to waste anything. Save every drop of water, every crumb of food, because you never know when you’ll find more.
I’m just glad my Paw was hoarding food everything. He was always paranoid about the end of the world. That’s exactly why we’re going to his special place in D.C. it's covered by a twelve inch thick, ten foot tall black wall. As a kid he told me he made it black to soak up more heat from the sun, something about power for the house and hot water I never really listened to him. There's a gate surrounding the wall with spikes at the top of it sometimes I think he was to paranoid. His windows are barred as well as the doors.
He was real paranoid before he passed. I’m actually glad for it because now I can keep Steve safe or.. I could’ve if we hadn’t been separated.
Paw used to bring us there as kids. He had his own power system and weapons. Filterin’ his own water and air. He was prepared for everything.’
Bucky had rounded the corner to his father’s home and froze. The large driveway and yard were covered in the undead. “Fuck.” He muttered softly. “We’re gonna have to hop the fence Crook.” He muttered to the dog, but it was more to keep himself calm.
Looking up at the large fence Bucky took a deep breath and grabbed the bars. “Sorry Crook, you might get squished up a bit. Try and keep quiet for me.”
Pushing himself up Bucky kept one foot against the bars and the other through the gate and against the wall. Gripping as tightly as he could it took him a while and a few tries but he managed to get over the fence without attracting to much attention. Or impaling himself on a spike.
“I hope they’ll be gone by the time Steve gets here… And he better.”
Pulling a key from around his neck Bucky opened the door a smile coming to his lips. “Finally…. Safe….”
Shutting the door, and locking it. Bucky put Crook down on the floor and went to find a bowl for his food and water. His father used to have a dog, and even if the food was stale for him it was still food.. Filling both bowls he pet the dog softly. “He’ll show up buddy… If he doesn’t I’ll kill him myself.” Bucky let out a sad laugh before standing up to go explore the large home.
Little did he know what Steve was about to go through.