Apocalypse

Chapter 002

"Ah— please lower your weapon. I swear to you I have not been bitten," the boy calmly said.

He looked you up and down from where he was on the ground, still catching his breathe as adrenaline coursed through his veins. You similarly looked him over, his sad state making you hesitant in believing him. He had a soft voice and demeanor, his naturally lazy eyes looking curiously up at you and his long, dainty fingers pressing against the ground to help stabilize himself to sit up.

Although you maintained a calm and cool exterior, inside you were losing it.

'Holy shit! He's not a zombie! That's so fucking cool, there's really another person that's alive! I can finally talk to someone that doesn't just groan in response!'

You bit down the grin that threatened to curl your lips from your thoughts, and when you looked back down at him, you noticed a red stain on his shirt that made your heart stop. It was clearly blood that soaked the clothing, and you could only reach one conclusion on why it was there.

"Lift up your shirt," you demanded as you gestured your gun towards the stain before pointing it back at his face.

Being in no position to complain, the boy nodded his head and lifted his fingers from the ground to bring them towards his front. He grasped the end of his shirt and pulled it upwards to reveal a sticky splotch on his lower stomach and an otherwise clean, toned chest.

He shivered as a breeze hit his bare chest, a jolt going up his spine as he tightened his grip and waited for you to back off.

There was only a blood stain that could have been from blood dripping from his hand onto his stomach from the sword that had cut him. There were no teeth indents or chunks of flesh peeling, so it was safe to say that he wasn't bitten.

You nodded your head and lowered the gun, the boy letting a sigh of relief fall from his nose as he pulled his shirt back down.

You strapped the gun securely back into its holster before you asked, "What's your name?"

"Kazuha," he replied.

Kazuha watched as you took a step towards him, the strap of your bag sliding off your shoulder as you took it off. You crouched down beside him and placed it onto the ground, the whine of the zipper being pulled open making him curiously look down at the bag.

"I'm [ Name ]," you introduced.

He whispered your name under his breathe and moved his attention to your face, studying your features and becoming captivated by your looks, however you were too busy to notice.

You moved aside the blanket and placed it on the dry grass before shoving your hand into the bag and moving items around. Plastics and metals clinked against each other as you dug, searching for something to give him with your eyebrows scrunched in frustration.

Finally feeling the smooth cylinder holder, you smiled lightly before pulling it out and unscrewing the top.

You outstretched your hand holding the bottle in his direction, the water sloshing against the sides as it moved.

"Here."

"Thank you, but are you sure—"

"Just take it."

He nodded and gently took it from your hand with his non-injured one, his dirtied fingers brushing against your soft, clean ones. As he pressed the bottle to his lips, you went back to digging in your bag to look for the ointment and bandages you carried around.

Locating the bandages, you wrapped your fingers around the roll and pulled it out of your bag. It was a thick roll, barely depleted, and there would be more than enough to use on Kazuha. You placed it on the grass beside the blanket before you went back into the bag to locate the medicine.