#boooooones

and she's texting me. Apparently she really loves me and misses me and I'm the greatest? When you see this tomorrow Bones just know that I love you and you're ridiculous and I really hope you don't have a headache. That would be really unfair. Sigh. You're so cute. 

Despite all the crap that Coin threw at everyone, the feast itself was actually kind of nice. He'd never say it out loud, but Jim was pretty damn thankful for it. He'd been worried about people going hungry, of friends starving and not being able to do a thing to help. Call it PTSD, call it paranoia, he really didn't care. The important part was people could eat and take food for later.

The world titled for a second before he got himself upright. Stupid roots, always trying to trip him up whenever he was at his worst. Sure, this wasn't the most horrible infection he had to deal with, but it wasn't fun. He felt a strong hand grasp his arm and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Bones," he said. "I'm not some old grandma who needs help crossing the street. I'm fine." On second thought, he should probably give the good doctor a break. It hadn't been too long since Bones had treated his bite and he should really be taking it easy, but the canon and announcement had both of them scrambling towards the bunker. The thought of food and a small respite was too good to give up. And honestly, he was still worried about his friend's bite. At least the zombie bites didn't turn people into zombies, but Bones was a werewolf now. Part of him fantasized about a wolf Bones giving Chekov a ride, but he pushed the thought out of his head. Bones was probably a mind reader and would not hesitate to smack him upside the head for the thought.

As the table came into view, so did the random lumps scattered around the clearing. Squinting, Jim could vaguely make out a shape. Round, too smooth to be a boulder, not moving so not alive/enchanted; could they be...