How Pump Lost (A corruption AU story)

Chapter 2: Learning The Truth

Were they coming home? Was this their home? Was it more of those creatures? Questions ran through Pump's head as he looked at the front door. He dropped his backpack, opened it and took out the bat. He ran over and locked the door before running back to his original spot, holding the bat in a position that would wack these things unconscious if they were the creatures. The doorknob started to shake, then it shook harder, then even harder... BANG! A balled fist covered in gore broke through the center of the door before reaching around for a knob. Pump swung the bat on to the blackish-blue hand causing the thing on the other side to squeal... But the squeal sounds familiar? It sounds like a distorted version of the leader of those bullies who bully Skid and Pump, Roy. 3 hands then all came out and opened the door. Sure enough their shapes resembled the bullies but they were different. Roy had the same hellish face the one creature had but the others just had one eye centered in the middle of their faces. Pump swung the bat again but Roy caught it and snapped it like a twig. "Oh crap" was the first thing he said before bolting away to the backdoor. There is no backdoor. Pump slammed his fist against the wall aggressively, thinking about how he was so stupid. "Loser!" The demonic thing called out. Pump swung around with his hand out and managed to slap Roy causing his goons to jump at Pump. He shifted away and the goons attacked what they thought was Pump. It was actually just their leader and they all turned around to face Pump. Or at least where he was. *pant* *pant* *pant*. Pump was running again and knew tomorrow, his legs would hate him.

He heard his phone ping. He hid behind an dumpster to the movies and checked it. It was from Skid. "We had to evacuate, something about someone being corrupted? They had this Blackish-Blue on their arm." Pump knew what was happening. Some kind of disease. Infecting the world. This meant he avoided death. Pump slowly got up and snuck down the road. He heard fast approaching footsteps and knew exactly who it was. He spared no time, sprinting as fast as he can, swerving the tipped cars, jumping over roadblocks, dodging a few more of those hellish creatures, and then tumbling down the hill. He landed at the bottom holding his knee, it flowed with sanguine fluid. The wound on his leg hurt but he got up any way and limped over to an empty house, crawling in and shutting the door gently. It had to be safer in here then out there. He watch about 13 of those things run by, all with different versions of hellish faces. Some of the creatures were tall while some were small. After the stampede left he went over to a nearby medicine cabinet and pulled out something to wrap his leg with. He rolled up his pant leg, cleaned the wound. Wrapped it, and felt better with the blood flow having been stopped. Pump was really tired and knew he had to get some sleep. He went upstairs and found a clean bed that he crawled into and laid there, waiting for sleep to take him away from this hellhole of a nightmare, even if only for a minute. He finally dozed off at about 4:47 A.M. and woke up later at about 10:21 A.M. to the sun blinding his vision.

There was only 1 thing he could think of. He went to his backpack, opened it, and pulled out his last bag of candy before eating it. This was the bag from last Halloween and some of the candy was melted but Pump was too hungry to care and plus, his legs ached from all of the running he did so a sweet treat would help with both. His leg was sore from the bruise but he knew he had to carry on anyway. There was an idea of what he needed to do, get to Skid. If the world was ending, he wanted to spend its end playing with his best friend, but then he thought about it. What if the world wasn't ending? Pump turned on the news to see. The news said, "we advise you to spend your last days on earth with a loved one. It isn't going to be curable with the rate it corrupts and bunkers seem to fail at keeping these things out." Yep, world is ending. Pump wasn't scared though. He was excited about the idea of playing a game with Skid as the monsters tried clawing in. This was changed when Skid texted. He texted, "THEY GOT MOM!!!" Now Pump was scared. No adults would be left to supervise them and let them know when hell was close. He HAD to get to Skid. Something else that was encouraging him to get to Skid was the fact that Skid had Separation Anxiety that would definitely be heightened by this infection taking over and Pump was the only way Lila could easily stop it which is why she always let him over, but if he was going to get to Skid he needed to loot the house and then get out of it's protective boundaries.