Two men alone in the apocalypse, Joel Miller and Steven Richards find each other. As their relationship grows stronger they must fight their way to safety in order to finally find peace with one another in their world of horrors.
I awoke next to Joel, in a supermarket. We were... fine.
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We looked up and saw the door to the store about twenty or so feet in front of us. "You okay baby?" Joel asked. I shushed him out of fear. As soon as we moved something felt wrong, the place didn't feel empty. More like it was pretending to be. It was off. Something was wrong. Horribly so.
My suspicions were confirmed once the doors slid down barriers. Large metal sheets blocked the exit, falling and hitting the floor with a loud thud.
"GO!" Joel muttered before grabbing my wrist and pulling me into a sprint. I ran with him as we sped through an empty aisle, the first thing I saw was the mask. Then the sudden sharp pain as a knife was plunged into my abdomen, almost directly into my scar from years ago.
I screeched as Joel was hit over the head, sending him to the floor. "Joel!" I cried, his movements on the floor removing some of the panic from my mind. I looked up to see an additional mask, that attacker then ripped the revolver from Joel's holster, spilling the bullets to the floor before sliding the gun under a shelf.
I tried to help Joel up but was immediately turned around to face my attacker, their knife covered in my blood as they shoved me against an empty shelf. Joel seemingly got the same treatment as I looked to my right to see him panting as he attempted to fight back the knife. His movements too slow as he tried to regain his consciousness.
"Joel-" I stuttered in fear, the third and final stranger appearing between the two.
As they did my mind realized we were outnumbered, without any tools I started to assume the worst. If we were to die here I want to die with Joel, even in death I want him with me.
"Who are you?" Joel growled looking up at the three costumed strangers. They looked as if they were having fun, taking off their masks.
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I then was faced with a woman I'd never seen before, Joel a boy I'd never seen before. The person in the middle then removed their mask as slowly as possible.
Then, Dad?
"Didn't see that one coming did you?" my father smiled, "Dad?!" I yelled "He kind of didn't though." The younger boy mentioned, a shit-eating grin stretching across his pimply face. "I know who you are who the hell are you two?" Joel scoffed, the son pressing his blade closer to his throat. "Do you remember those years ago?" Michael asked, "The fuck are you talking about you psycho?" "You let us die!"
