YB Game Zombie Apocalypse AU [Working on Currently]

Chapter 2.

　You finally made it to the city, when the sky already displayed how the night wasn't going to change for awhile. You felt exhausted and your feet felt almost raw, while your legs felt like noddles. You tried to push the feeling away, somewhat successful. "Just a bit more.." You muttered to yourself.
　Peter on the other hand just gave a toothy grin and walked beside you. The small noises that was made when he walked sounded like Peter's joints dislocated and the hearing of his flesh ripping easily at a movement he did, it made you feel a bit nauseous. If felt almost fake, like you were in some game... But this was the new reality.
　Your legs felt like they would give out, but they didn't in the end. You walked around the city, seeming to look around. Luckily, you haven't ran into too many walkers. You didn't want to test your luck in bigger buildings in the city, in fear of being overthrown by the living dead. You decided to raid smaller stores in the city here, not like they were any less from the bigger ones.
　You decided to go to a small convenient store, looking around and pulling at Peter's leash to follow. Peter's inconsistent pattern of stepping threw you off greatly, making you turn around multiple times. You looked around for any walkers, holding a knife in one hand and Peter's leash in the other. Peter's groans and smell of a rotting corpse made you a little sick again.
　Walking past shelf after shelf full of either empty cans or missing supplies, you heard a small groan. You peeked out, noticing one lonely walker. You sneaked behind the walker before grabbing the back of the walker's neck and stabbing it in the head, watching the blood trickle down in large amounts and see the stained metal knife after pulling it out of the horrid living corpse.
　You continued on, giving one more round of walking around the store only to meet the dead corpse you stabbed. You sighed, in relief but in sadness. You felt isolated, like the walker. You then went about your time, taking in the rustic smell of the store and raiding the shelves of any goods, foods, liquids, weapons, or any hardware you could find. Finding these 5 things to live was scarce.
　You did the same to other buildings throughout that night. Inspect, kill (if needed), inspect, take, repeat. This was the way of survival now. Live or die, kill or be killed, the strong strive and the weak die... These phrases were what this new world made come true. This was your reality.
　The morning sun started to peak up. Your eyelids felt so droopy and tired. You should've wait until the next day, but you didn't think that. Note to self: rest is important, even if it's in an inconvenient. You sighed, sliding down the wall of an abandoned gas station. "I'm tired, Peter." Your chapped lips cracked, your tired, dull eyes looking at the corpse. Peter let out a small groan in reply as his long, snake-like tounge hanging down the side of his mouth. You leaned your head against the wall. You're glad you raided those building, eating and drinking along the way. Though, you felt deprived of sleep. Everything slowly went blurry as your eyes slowly closed in a tired manner. Peter watched you sleep, before, he, himself laid down. You felt a large, fleshy head lay down on your stomach, but you're too tired to look at what exactly it was. While you slept, Peter stayed by your side. He gave a promising look to you, laying his head on your stomach. He made a promise to himself... He'll make sure you can always depend on him, until death does its part.

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