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 sit back, I don't want to know what he did to "save" her. To get her out... he would've had to go through so many people... "That's uh. I don't know what to say." I scratch the back of my neck, I still love him. This doesn't change that, but I... What if that cure would've worked..? "That's why I didn't tell you." Joel groaned. "No. I'm glad you told me. I just. I wasn't expecting that." "Ye-" suddenly whistling echoed out from the inside of the store. Strange whistling like an animal or a clicker using sound as a weapon.
I grab Joel's bow from the ground, looking intently towards the noise. A quick glance and I noticed Joel in the same position. "I'm gonna go after them. Go find someone else, we need them alive." I say, Joel nods.
I sling his bow over my shoulder, sneaking outside. Grass has grown to cover all the roads, so I use it. Wading through tall blades until I see a brown cloak, soaked with rain slung over a strange human. There could be others around, I'm not sure. My line of sight is thin.
I jump up, cupping the man's mouth as I pull him down. My knife to his neck, "Don't scream and I'll let you live." I say, carefully removing my hand from the stranger's mouth. "W-what do you-you want..?" The man asked through chapped lips. "Where do you freaks live?" "I'm not saying a word!" I press the blade against the man's neck harder. Drawing blood just barely as he groaned. "I'll ask you one more time. Where do you live?"
The man paused, gulping nervously as he looked into my eyes. He had beautiful blue eyes, almost hypnotic in their hue. I refocus, waiting for an answer. Then without warning some sort of powder is thrown into my face. Immediately I start to cough, shaking my head as I rub my eyes. The man taking off.
I groan and focus, looking to the man sprinting away. "Hey!" I say, giving chase hesitantly. All I can hear is my panting and the squish of my sneakers on wet grass. The man is quick, but not much faster than myself.
He runs into a large building, throwing the metal doors shut as I use the butt of my knife to break a window beside it. I jump in and keep running, glass shattering in my way as I gain on the man. This must be an office of some sort, as I'm sprinting past countless cubicles and desks.
The man throws a chair in my way as I jump over it, another door is then thrown into my face. I run into it, bashing at the double doors with gusto. Thankfully it broke open, the doors swinging open.
I find myself in a storage room of sorts. Papers, loose files, pens, notepads. All of it scattered and stacked on wire shelf's as I stand quietly. The room is a dead end, the man is still in here.
With my knife in hand I slowly wander down each of the ten or so isles. Searching for the cultist throughly, I couldn't hear any breathing over my own panting. I didn't see the man at all before suddenly I hear the door slam shut behind me.
I run through it, luckily it doesn't lock. The man is off again, "QUIT FUCKING RUNNING!" I shout, running after him. He keeps going, through door upon door until he can't. I find him standing looking down at the dead end, the floor having collapsed long ago. "Wait! Wait wait I'm sorry alright!" I punch the man across the head. Sending him to the floor.
Turns out that was a bad idea as the man fell through the hole. With a firm grip on my leg he pulled me down with him. "Fuck!" I scream, falling through the floor and hitting the rubble below. I groan, grabbing my back achingly. He broke my fall, I'll be okay. As for him, he's fucked.
"Enough fuckin' games where the hell do you live!" I scream, holding him by the scruff of his strange shirt. "Cypress Island. It's just off the coast!" The man said through tears. I wanted to let him go, really I did but I can't risk it. So somewhat rudely I slit his throat.
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Immediately sending warm gushes of blood onto my hands and down his chest. I told him I'd let him live. Unfortunately that little chase broke that promise.
As the man gurgled I hear something behind me. Something big. I flick my head to the side, watching as a large figure began to appear from the darkness. "Fuck..." I mumble, making eye contact with the largest bloater I've ever seen.
The creature growls, shambling towards me as I begin to panic, the only way out is behind it. It makes a grunt, then charges at me as I roll under it. The Bloater hits a wall as I run off, bloody and terrified. I only have three arrows. The shots would have to be perfect, with the cover of shadows I pull out the bow.
I ready an arrow, pulling back the string as I wait for the infected to emerge. As it did I let go, sending an arrow into the things head. It growls more, running towards me as I desperately move out of the way. It storms past me as I shoot another arrow into its head, this time through the back.
Its movements are starting to become sloppy, its charges slower and weaker. So as it attempted to pummel me once more I fire the last arrow, the tip shooting through its head. The metal tip poking out from the other side.
It waves its arms around weakly, then falls. Its head is slapped onto the floor, sending the arrow even deeper through its brain. I shudder, blood pooling below the creature. Thankfully the floor we fell too was the first floor. With one other broken window I was able to get back outside to the street.
I stumble into the grass, just in case any other cultists are left. However I don't hear any, and once I stand up I find Ellie with her switchblade inside the neck of some hooded man. "You got anything?" She asked, dropping the man to the floor. "Cypress Island. Dina should be there." "How do we know they didn't lie?" Ellie asked, "It's a lead." I implore.
Before we could argue about it Joel shows up, a bloody map in hand. "Cypress Island." He says, looking at Ellie through exhausted breaths. "You do the matching trick?" Ellie asked, what matching trick? "Yeah."
