Apocalypse

Friendly Hello

You awoke with a groan, your muscles aching as soon as your eyes opened, only getting worse as you rose from the comfortable bed and unwrapped the covers that were spiraled around your waist. You had quite a rough night, your nightmares still plaguing your tired mind, creating a dark mist of sadness and fear to surround your thoughts. But you decide to push it out of the way and stand up on shaking legs. Instantly getting dizzy as you stand. You wait a moment before walking into the bathroom and looking into the mirror, you look like someone took a lawnmower to your face and then sicced their dog on you afterwards. Your skin is pale as paper, under your eyes are a deep purple, your eyes look like a fish's eyes and your hair is a matted mess. You sigh before grabbing your hairbrush and quickly brushing your tangled hair, wincing in pain as it feels like your hair is being ripped out. After that you grab your toothpaste and toothbrush before turning the water on and brushing your teeth. You finish up in the bathroom and walk out, closing the door behind you before digging in the dresser for some good training clothes. You find some and quickly change into them before throwing your dirty clothes in the hamper and walking out of Konig's room. Only to be met with... No one?

"Konig?" You call out, slowly closing the door behind you and walking further into the small living room, looking around curiously before making your way to the kitchen, still nothing. That's weird, usually he would be here to greet you. You then decide to walk out of the apartment, only to be met with the dim lights and the dirty floors that creak loudly when walked on. You close the door behind you and make your way down the hallway as quietly as you can before a shriek leaves your mouth as you're shoved to the ground by a growling, rotting figure. Blood dripping from its mouth and patches of its skin, the deep purples, blues and sickly greens make you want to vomit. And the smell is worse, like decomposing roadkill. 

Then the ravenous zombie like creature is ripped off of you and thrown to the ground with a loud thud, then shot in the head. Blood spraying from the shot before pooling around its half-rotted head. Two large figures then approach you, one kneeling down beside you as you lay against the wall, eyes wide with fear and a "What just happened?" look. You can hardly even hear what's being said, the sound heavily muffled by your own dazed mind.

"Snap out of it!" You then hear loudly beside you, quickly ripping you out of your bewildered state with a flinch. well, that was certainly a friendly hello. But that's not the point here. You look up at Konig, your eyes flicking from him to Ghost, when did the two even get here is your question.

"What were you thinking??? Coming out here all alone?? You could've gotten seriously hurt or worse. What if we weren't here to save you?" Ghost barks angrily, making you purse your lips and look away nervously. This is worse than when he was training you yesterday. But Konig takes a gentler approach to this.

"Why did you leave my apartment? You know it's dangerous." You can tell by his voice he is more worried than anything, not angry with you. He just cares about you and wants to make sure that you're safe until you can hold your own. Even then he would still worry about you. 

"When I didn't see you, I got curious and came to look for you." You answer slowly, almost embarrassed, you played a stupid game and won a stupid prize that could've killed you if they weren't here to save the day. You really should train more, at least then you would be able to put up a fight.

"Oh, Liebling, you gave us a heart attack. Please just stay in my apartment from now on. Or at least until you can defend yourself." Konig sighs, shaking his head before getting up from his kneeling position and offering you a strong hand to help you up, which you gladly accept. You take his hand and pull yourself up with a groan, yesterday with training and today with being shoved by a blood thirsty beast. Just your luck.

"Okay." You smile, pausing momentarily, "Why were you guys out here anyways?" You ask, tilting your head, brows furrowed in confusion and curiosity as to why they would be roaming the halls in a time like this.

"Collecting supplies left behind." He answers, motioning towards the bag on his back and a bag in Ghosts hand which you somehow didn't notice until now. You assume it's stuff like canned foods but maybe other things as well, you highly doubt people would leave behind things such as weapons and whatnot so probably no knives or guns. 

"Oh, what did you guys find?" You inquire curiously, following behind Konig as he begins to walk back to his apartment, Ghost walking close behind you, keeping an eye out for anything dangerous. 

"Nothing much, some food and a little ammo." Konig answers, opening the door to his apartment and walking inside, holding the door open for you and Ghost before closing it behind you and him. Ghost sits his bag on the ground beside the door and walks over to the couch, sitting down and getting comfortable. 

You nod in response to him and walk over to the chair to sit down, puling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs while Konig walks over to the kitchen and begins to put the food he gathered in the cabinets. You then wonder if you're going to be training with Ghost today, after that little encounter earlier you kind of hope you can get as much training in as possible. Ghosts question sticks to your mind like glue, what if they weren't there to save you just then? Would you become one of those disgusting creatures?

Well never mind that. You're now focused on how tired you feel, your side hurts, you can feel a massive bruise there, you don't have to see it to know that it's bad. Your eyes begin to feel heavy, maybe you can just lean your head on your knees and close your eyes, you won't fall asleep. You lay your forehead on your knees and shut your eyes; you don't even notice that you've fallen asleep by the time you relax. Guess you were just a little too tired.