YB Game Zombie Apocalypse AU [Working on Currently]

Chapter 3.

　You awoke after the sun shines in through the gas station's broken windows. Your nerves felt worse than before. You groaned loudly. It woke up Peter in a weird way. His white eyes had no pupils until you groaned loudly, in which, the pupils rolled from the back of his head back onto you. You'd shivered. "He sleeps with his... Eyes open, but his pupils roll back?" You shivered. Next time, you mentally reminded yourself to not look at Peter as he woke up.
　Your senses felt off. You felt paranoid, like someone was watching you. You got up, slinging the bloodstained backpack over your shoulders, making your nerves yell at you internally. You looked at the alive corpse. "Let's go, Peter." Peter nodded, his tounge slowly lolling out of his mouth as his sharp teeth slowly sunk into his tounge. His tounge had holes from his teeth's placement on it, but he had no nervous system to tell him that he shouldn't be biting that muscle on his body.
　Your muddy boots made a small clomping, making you think that the noise is similar to a horse's hooves hitting the ground. "A horse..." You thought. "Maybe if we go to a countryside, I could use one to travel. It's faster than on feet. My luck will be cut short though.... I'll be lucky if I even find a horse that isn't devoured." You nodded to yourself. Peter noticed and smiled, nodding too, even if the corpse has no idea what you were thinking.
　You walked through the city that used to b littered with people traveling, chatting, selling, and even acting a like fool, sometimes making the police men and women worry if they were on crack which made you laugh quietly to yourself. The city was abandoned. Newspaper bits occasionally crunched and wrinkled under your boot's muddy tracks. You paused. Newspaper meant making fire. Fire... You need that to cook and stay warm. Sure, the weather was scorching right now, but fall was soon to come. Occasionally, you picked up larger pieces of the newspaper and organized them into your backpack.
　Peter's creepy, but weirdly comforting smile shifted a little to one of genuine confusion. He looked around. You stared at him. "Does he feel paranoid too?" You wondered. It felt like someone was watching and following you. Not the feeling of thinking the dead was somewhere, but the feeling of someone actually following you; a person that was alive and not infected. You looked at Peter, which he turned back to you and grinned, shrugging his ragged shoulders at you.
　You carried on until you heard loud groans. You looked over.
　A police station. Or... An abandoned one, you should say. You stared at the police station. There was the prisoner's yard door, wide open for the public streets of the city. You paused, a walker grumbling and taking notice of your movement.
　"Shit." You muttered under your breathe. One walker's awareness of you contaminated to the rest as their lifeless and rotted eyes stared. The walker's mouth's were either rotted and revealed their rotting and missing teeth, or their mouth rotted and wrenched with flies as it sunk in with each groan and moan from the lifeless creature that should be resting in piece.
　You suddenly took off running, since everyone froze like it was time going in slow mode. The walker's attention directed to you as they followed. The more you ran, the more you realized how bad this actually was. You were surrounded. Walkers were walking on the streets that, somehow, you came through safely before. "Someone was here." You thought. And they lead these walkers here. They had followed you, lead a hoard, set some free from the police station, and now, made sure you were surrounded at the last second. You tugged at Peter's leash, your eyes scanning for a quicker way out as the walkers surrounded you.
　"Hey!" A feminine woman's voice called out. You paused, jumping and looking around. You needed to hurry if you wanted to figure what the hell was actually going on. "Up here!" The feminine voice called out to you again. A woman, wearing a purple crop top, a weird sun looking tattoo on her shoulder, and somehow managing to keep her outfit showing LOTS of her skin without getting bit waved at you; she was on top of an apartment building that those classic movie stairs and railing where you could easily climb up and down the building without actually having to go in. She hopped onto the apartment's black railing and stairs, slamming her foot down on the ladder, waved you to come. "Hurry up if you don't want your ass to be eaten!" She laughed, her lip piercing slightly prodding her gum made 　　her quickly stop.
　You didn't trust her, but she had a point. Trust a stranger or get eaten.
You climbed up the black stairs hurriedly, occasionally kicking the walker's heads and arms that reached your feet. You hissed as you reached the platform and grabbed the onto the railing from your insane and moving too fast for your liking adventure. The woman pulled the latter back up, panting, before turning to you. She flipped her white hair at you, her nails and pretend look of annoyance making her look like a diva. "Ugh, that was close. I almost chipped my nail.." Was all she said. You thought was going to say it was close that your life was almost taken, but I guess her long nails were more important.
　Her diva style and personality was true. She smirked. "You know... You should be thanking me. I save you AND my nails. You should give me something as a reward.... Maybe some food would be nice.." she mumbled staring at you expectantly. "Oh, how rude. I forgot to introduce myself to you," She laughed, running a hand through her white hair to straighten it out. "Hi, I'm Lucy."

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