Friendship Among the Dead

Chapter 2. Survival of The Fittest

          Flight's eyes slowly fluttered open to the world around them. With narrowed eyes, they weakly glanced around the room they were in, but their world was blurred, and they could barely make out anything because they felt both tired and weak. It overwhelmed them so the first thing they felt was their head ache and their body feeling numb. Flight let out a quiet groan, looking up at the fuzzy ceiling.

     Their thoughts hadn't fully registered yet, and they couldn't even remember what had happened to them previously. They didn't even think about the room they were in. It was as if they hadn't been in a zombie apocalypse, or as if they didn't stand in a bear trap. They remained silent, just staring at the ceiling as it very slowly faded into view for Flight. Flight barely heard the door open and close, before a gasp came from above them.

      "Oh, you're awake!"

     Flight's eyes suddenly shot open, shooting up from where they sat as if their memories were recalled out of no where. Right as Flight sat up, they hissed in pain, practically falling back onto the bed. They glanced down at their body, seeing their leg wrapped in a few layers of bandages. They raised an eyebrow, wondering who on earth to help them in a world like this. Could in be the two that had been the reason they stepped in a bear trap? No, they couldn't be, they were the ones who caused it after all... They heard a small squeak before someone rushed to their side.

      "Please don't sit up...! Your leg is in no condition for you to be moving."

      Flight jumped, quickly turning towards the voice, narrowing their eyes upon seeing a girl standing at their side, a worried expression written on her face as she fidgeted where she stood. 

     The girl, being fairly petite, didn't really look like she had been living in a zombie apocalypse. She held no scars, no muscle what so ever, nor that loss of hope Flight had figured the last bit of humanity would have. The young girl had a blueish green hair color that reached down just above her shoulders, along with big, brown eyes that stared at Flight with some sort of glee. But under those eyes held bags, like she had barely gotten sleep this past week. 

     And despite not looking like a threat, Flight still kept their guard up, despite just waking up. 

     Sensing the tense distrust in the room, the girl awkwardly smiled towards them, fiddling with the large sleeve of their hoodie. "Ah... You must uh... Be mad about the bear-trap. Which is completely understandable... But it was a complete accident!" She quickly exclaimed. "But you can be angry. I would be too..."

      Flight narrowed their eyes at the girl, still not trusting her. Flight took in a small breath, before reaching for one of the pockets of their pants.

      "I really don't want to hurt this girl... But how can I trust her? She knows about the bear trap, so they have to be her friends... Who knows what they'll do to me." Flight thought to themself, as Jaidan shyly smiled, obvious to the fact that Flight was planning to attack her.

      "My friends are really nice... They just... Didn't think there were any survivors. They-"

     Before the girl had continued, Flight has pulled the blade from their pocket, ignoring the pain from standing up as they grabbed the girl by the collar of her hoodie, raising their blade for attack as she let out a shriek-

     But then Flight had heard the sound of a shotgun being reloaded. 

     Flight slowly turned around, seeing a boy sitting behind them with a shotgun in hand, clearly aimed at Flight. The boy in question narrowed his eyes at Flight, his finger on the trigger as if he were ready to shoot there and then. The boy looked... confident, somewhat cocky in the way he sat. But at the same time, he looked calm, patient. His hair was brown, fluffed up and a bit unkept, with a pair of shades over his eyes and mask over both his mouth and nose.