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Found? [ZeRoyalChaos]

(Ze's POV) 

I stumbled through the ruins of an unfamiliar city, lips parched. I come up onto a mound of rubble, glancing at my feet. Probably an old office building.

I feel the sun bake my skin, sweat trickling down my forehead and many other places on my body. I placed my hand above my eyes, shading myself just ever so slightly from the blinding sun. As I look out at my surroundings, I notice a building in the distance, possibly store, that only had minor damage.

I jog down the steep mound to keep myself from falling, careful of my foot placement. I was rounding a corner before I heard a low moaning coming from near me. I quickly placed myself against the wall and carefully peek around the corner of the half-destroyed building. I notice a single zombie, missing one arm and stumbling around as if it was drunk.

I guide my right arm to a place on my belt, slowly slipping a blade from it's holder. I grip onto the handle tightly before approaching the walker. It headed towards me; meeting me halfway when I took the blade in hand and inserted it into its skull. It dropped in a lump in front of me, bringing the blade down with it. I gripped the blade again, yanking it out while the infected blood splattered out onto my arm and chest.

I continue walking down the deserted road to the store. I try to wipe some of the sweat off my curly beard and forehead with the sleeve of my red creeper shirt, only to get more dirt onto my face. I sigh in defeat, only to slowly realize that I was closer to the store than I thought.

I use my arm to wipe off some of the dust that was gathering on the window. Surprisingly, there was still a decent amount of food left in there considering it's almost in the middle of the city and it has been several months since shit went down.

The door to the store was locked, but I grabbed my spare knife and started to work on opening it. I soon heard a click, and I take the blade out of the socket only to find it snapped. "Dammit." I roll my eyes in frustration but I pull the lock and chains off.

I walk into the store and look at the remanding food. Water, cans of beans, soup, and corn along with bags of chips that probably went stale long ago.

I reminisce on the times after college when I would walk into the store, buy chips and go home to play video games with my friends.

I was snapped out of my daze when I heard a large crash come from a place down the aisle.

Grabbing my knife, I slowly made my way to the source. I approach the knocked over cans, but freeze in my tracks when I feel the barrel of a gun being pressed against the back of my head.

"Put down your weapons," Demanded the gunman. Not wanting to be shot today, I slowly put my knife and my pistol on the floor. The person kicks them away from me and turns me around. I squeeze my eyes shut, scared to see who my captor is.

I felt the pressure of the gun no longer there and a clatter of metal on the tile flooring.

"S-Steven..?" The person stuttered in shock. I open my eyes and to disbelief, there was my old best friend standing there.

Was he the same person he used to be? Or has this all changed him?

I ignore my thoughts and run into his arms, clutching onto him like he was my life support. "I missed you so much Anthony," I muttered into his shoulder. He was out of words, so he just nodded.

I looked up and get lost in his chocolate brown eyes. We stood in each other's arms for awhile, staring, until I closed the gap between us and firmly placed my lips on his. Anthony froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. Soon he melted into it, grabbing my belt loops and bringing me closer. After a little bit, we pulled away and placed our foreheads together.

"Promise you won't leave me?"

"I promise."

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I hope you enjoyed that short one shot!

I apologize for the lack of oneshots lately, I just haven't had too much motivation to write them. I hope you all have a fantastic day!

~Cayla