This went on for...what could of seemed like forever to Isaac. It was never ending, just like the pain he was feeling. It all just kept coming, kept taking shots at him-- one by one. He was slowly being beaten down by his own psyche, and he had no choice but to lay and take it, screaming himself hoarse as his eyes burned and his stomach churned in desperate attempts to empty it further, but was only met with dry heaving which hurt Isaac with each lurch. This was all he did until, eventually, he just...
Stopped.
Going still,
quiet,
numb.
Laying on his side, his gaze fixated on his lifeless kid sister. Hand extended to her face as his thumb gently stroked her pale, cold cheek. Making sure to wipe away any blood or tears that had dried onto her skin. The pain still clawed at him, deep inside, from there on out as it tried to escape once more but-- it was nothing more then an annoying sting at this point. For now, there was no more pain or grief to feel, to give. Isaac was drained dry of emotion, expression blank as his eyes-- red, puffy, along with his blood and tear stained face, showed nothing more then pure, utter exhaustion.
A young man, who, deep down, was nothing more then a scared boy, had everything taken from him in the span of an hour.
He had nothing left to give. Nothing left to lose.
And he was tired.
Part of him considered going back home, laying in his bed, and sleeping. Another considered just sleeping here on the ground, because he simply just didn't have the will to get up and move. Maybe if he went back to sleep, this would all end up being a dream. He would wake up in the real world, like in those movies. He would hear his parents hastily pacing through the hallways, collecting their belongings as they got themselves ready for word-- Louis would run into his room and jump on him, 'Get up, Issy! Mommy and daddy are leaving, and I need you to tie my shoes for me!' The sounds of a regular morning routine in his household.
...
It was a bullshit thing to even think. He wanted to kick himself for even thinking such absurd things.
For the longest time, he just...laid there. There wasn't anything else to do besides lay there. There was no point in anything else, hope was lost, the human race was gone-- if not entirely, it was only a matter of time. There's nothing left to fight for, to live for. It was over.
Right?
"..."
No, not right.
His life had crumbled and gone to shit, and in reality, he didn't believe there was anything else to live for.
But, if there was, it needed to be fought for.
And he intended on doing just that.
This wasn't who Isaac was, this wasn't who anyone saw him as. Isaac was a fighter, he was strong-- both will and physical power. Not the strongest, but strong enough to hold at least his own bit of ground.
He had his little emotional episode, now it was time to be a big boy.
Hesitating at first, he slowly moved his hand from Louis's face, standing up and-- brushing a bit of blood and dirt off of his arms. Unzipping his now blood stained grey hoodie, he wrapped it around his waist and tied it. Luckily, none of the red had seeped through onto his shirt. Red and white don't exactly mix, so he at least looked...somewhat less undead with that out of the way.
Looking down at his sister, he...considered a few options. He wasn't going to leave her in the middle of the road. Maybe he could...look for a shovel and, bury her? He didn't really wanna go around touching people and going inside of their contaminated households though. If he had the sickness, he didn't want to...speed up the process. He could always...uh...burn her, but, then that would put more of the sickness into the air, and then he was pretty much bound to breathe it in. There really wasn't much he could do without taking an unneeded risk of some sort, so, he knelt down and gently brought her small frame into his arms, looking over to the closest thing he could find which was just a little patio couch. Walking over, he placed her on it. Even if she was dead, her body could at least be given a little bit of care. He wasn't going to leave her to rot into the soil.
A gentle hand smoothing dark strands of hair out of her face, he leaned over and kissed her forehead for the last time.
Walking back over to the stuff he had left sprawl across the dirt, he picked his bag back up-- slinging it over his shoulder. Bat held at his side, the tip of it trailing along the dirt as he dragged it.
Standing there, he closed his eyes, head hung and pointed towards the ground as he took a moment to pray for everyone he knew and everyone he didn't. He spent some extra time on a special prayer for his family, wanting to make sure they were as comfortable as they could be in...whatever afterlife there was for them. He would find out what it is and what it's like eventually but, not now. And hopefully, not for a long time.
Continuing on his way, he walked down the road-- towards the town that he knew was a few miles down this way. He honestly doubted he would run into anyone living-- but, if he did or he didn't, it was a town. It would have useful things in it, supplies and such that could seriously help him down the line for his own survival. Either way, it was a beneficial situation from his standpoint.