Life in an Apocalypse [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter one: Meetings

I slowly wake up, the light shining through the boarded window hitting me directly in the eyes. I groan, rolling onto my side away from said window. I lay there for another 10-15 minutes, before willing myself to get up, slowly climbing out of my sleeping bag and stretching my stiff joints. “ugh…it always sucks to sleep on that..”

I grumble to myself, glancing at the small fire pit which stopped burning long ago in the night. Wobbling towards the bathroom. I still question how it works after the breakout.. I glance in the mirror, grimacing when I see how messy my poor hair is.

I reach up and begin attempting to fix it, failing miserably. I sigh, walking to get my hair brush from my backpack, before walking back to the bathroom. I brush my dyed red hair, the color having faded quite a bit over the years, my blonde roots grown out. it proves to be an annoying challenge, thanks to the tangles. but I eventually manage to brush it properly. Then I pull the top part of my hair back, putting it into a small ponytail. effectively putting it into a half-up half-down hairstyle.

I huff, leaving the bathroom and grabbing my jacket, pulling it on. I grab my bag after, putting one of the straps on the shoulder before grabbing my beloved rifle. oh! I should probably explain, shouldn't I? You see…three years ago, when I was just about 11, scientists made a huge breakthrough for a cure to a virus that was plaguing humanity.

but, the cure ended up causing a worse plague to break out. Can you guess what that was? yup! This is your average story of a Zombie Apocalypse.

I know.

How cool, right? a 14 year old stuck in an apocalypse all alone?

It's so cool!

…if you can't tell, I'm being sarcastic. not cool at all. I had to watch my mom get turned right before my eyes, then have to shoot her. That's traumatizing!

my brother, however, went off to find supplies one day and didn't return. Is he alive or dead? I don't know. I hope he's alive, but given the situation I live in, it's better to assume the worst.

Anyways, back to current me!

I hop out a window, closing the curtain behind me, and looking around for any zombies. I see a couple wanders, so I grab my rifle and perch myself on the fire escape. I look through the scope, aiming, before shooting one of the zombies down. My dad taught me how to shoot at 9, he was in the army.

He died on my 10th birthday.

Anyways, that's enough sad shit. I aim towards the other zombie, but right as I'm about to pull the trigger, some hooded person jumps said zombie, stabbing it with a sword. Yes, you heard me right. A SWORD.

I already like them.

I whistle to myself, before putting my rifle on my back. I jog down the fire escape stairs, eventually just jumping over the railing when I get bored of running. Let's hope Mx. Hooded figure is nice.

I jog up to the figure, who's still standing over the zombie they just killed, shaking blood off their sword. “Hey! Yoohoo! Over here!” I yell as I run, trying to catch the person's attention. I get their attention alright…because as soon as I reach them, they point their sword at my neck. Their hood obscures their face so I can't see it.

“...who the hell are you..?” The person speaks in a low and slightly annoyed tone. I so can't tell if they're female or male due to their voice, it's a very androgynous voice.

hot.

I mean- what-

I throw my hands up, stopping in place. “woah woah! let's not pull swords, ya? my name's Davina..what's yours?” I ask, trying to keep a calm and unthreatening exterior. My mysterious hooded friend stands there silently for a moment, before putting the sword down, but keeping it out. atleast it's not at my neck anymore..?

“..you're a fool to run up to a random person δεσποινίδα.” They mumble, their body relaxing slightly, but still tense enough they can react quickly to an attack. I raise an eyebrow. ‘δεσποινίδα’...? what's that? Greek? hah? Is this person Greek?

“haha…I suppose I am.” I saw with a slightly nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck. I don't know why I feel so nervous around this person. I’m normally not a very nervous person, I’d say I have good control over my emotions and stuff.

The person eventually sheaths their sword, seemingly alot more calm. “..Zero. call me Zero.” They mumble. they're obviously not very outspoken…Zero is a weird name. but it somehow suits this person.

“Zero, eh? well, may I see if your face matches your name?” I ask with a grin, putting my hands behind my back as I lean my upper body forward slightly towards Zero. Who inches away immediately after, seemingly uncomfortable with the close proximity. “...no, you cannot see it.”

“awwhh!! come ooooonnnn!” I whine, a little annoyed but also intrigued. I love a good mystery. if I ever see Zero after we probably end up parting ways, I'm totally going to try to see under their hood. “No.” Zero responds bluntly, crossing their arms over their chest. They glance around for a moment, before turning away from me.

“It's time I take my leave. goodbye.” Zero says calmly, before beginning to walk away. I couldn't just leave it at that, so I yell after them. “wait! could we possibly see each other again?!” Zero stops walking, before glancing back at me, shrugging. “I don't know. if fate deems it so, then it will happen. If not, farewell.”

Zero then continues walking, not even sparing me a wave. I pout, but their answer is good enough for me. I could possibly meet them again! hell yes!

I do a small victory dance in my head, as I jog off to do what I originally came outside for - food.

and so, me, and the mysterious enigma named Zero, go opposite ways. Will we meet again in the future? I sure hope so..