Animalistic

Strength in Numbers

So this is where you fell
And I am left to sell
The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell
Right to the top
Don't look back
-Imagine Dragons, It's Time
(POV change, can't say who!)
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The earth should be celebrating its half year anniversary. What's there to celebrate, you may ask? The half year anniversary of the death of 70% of its occupants, and the conversion of 29% of them into those who tread the extremely fine line between life and death. Those whose fate is worse than death. The other one percent are presumed to have joined the majority. Except an infinitesimally small portion that I know to be alive. There must only be around 50 in the home compound.
Life is bleak. Even if we do get a cure, what will we do? How will we rebuild from the loss of 70% of our own? Like we're just gonna sit and sing and plant daisies everywhere. I have a feeling that this is the final stretch before stage 2 of the cataclysm comes into effect.
Or it could just be the earth laughing in our face. Yep, that too.
If the earth was food, this would probably be an explosion on a plate. A mushroom risotto attempted by a guy who isn't even aware of the ABCs of cooking.
Now I'm just rambling on and on. I do that sometimes. But surprisingly, I do it when the world ends. Some people call it being scatterbrained. I call it multifocus. Deal with it.
At least I have stayed alive these past 6 months. Showers, three meals a day, a bed and clean water. Of course, the shower is ice cold, the food is just- ugh, let's not broach that subject yet- and the bed feels like the slide from kindergarten- the hardest thing you could ever feel in your life. Ouch. The water just tastes like sand and iron. And sadly, I speak from experience. I did a lot of stupid crap when I was a kid.
Nice place, really.
I don't know how I survived. All I care about is whether he survived. I am sure he did. If you count 55% sure as actually being sure. And, as each day goes by, that percent goes lower and lower.
(A/N Please don't hate me for playing the pronoun game. Over to El-(bites tongue))
It's been quite a ride. Just the 50 of us, trying to liberate New York from the rotting influence of the undead souls who walk the earth. Would that be walking the earth or shuffling the earth? I say that because their degree of motor faculties is currently hovering near 0.03.
We've set up Grand Central Station as our command centre. The public toilets serve as our, well, toilets and beds are the benches and whatever space we can find that isn't covered with gunk. God knows what that is. Scratch that, even God doesn't know.
The first couple of weeks trying to relocate was the best. Shovelling bodies, shooting the crap out of those who rose from death, and cleaning. We raided practically every store that had cleaning supplies in a 5 block radius. It was mad. We should have gotten a medal for cleaning out the whole station. I mean a solid gold one. There are tons of people to give it out, right? Well, then we set up shop and got most of the stuff up and running. We even restarted Grand Central's backup generator thanks to a couple of techies who had happened to be constructing a processor when the world crashed down around our ears.
As you may not know, processors need to be made in sterile environments. No pathogens. Nothing at all.
I've been relentlessly going on reconnaissance missions to see if there is any sign of him. I still think he could be alive. I have called his home and cell but it was dead. If there's anyone who could be a survivalist, it's him. I remember the time he got hit by a BMW X6 and still walked 10 steps toward me before his eyes rolled up in his head and he knew no more. But I'm getting off topic again. Seriously, I wonder if I have ADHD or ADD or something like that. Then I would be like a demigod and that would be so-wow, I'm so not getting off topic right now. The point is - albeit a VERY shortly put over one(note sarcasm dripping from every known orifice in the body of a human)- I've been hell-bent on finding him.
Recon mission #73- same old, same old just at a new sector. We were attempting to clear sector 13's northwest portions of living creatures. Actually, are they really living since they are actually the dead and have come back to life..........or are their brains just reanimated of something like that. Wonder if they have seen the underworld. Hell, even hell would do.
That would be cool as hell. Those puns yo! Back to the mission. We had to just scout the area, kill some zombies and just routine reconnaissance. My teammates, Sting and Morph, set out with me, all equipped with the regulation plasma-powered water-cooled semi-auto rifle and standard Desert Eagle hanging at our belts. Two of them lunged at me with so much agility, I almost burst out laughing. They had the degree of agility (or lack of) that one would expect from a recently dead person and an even more recently revived and placed to do the evil tasks that a necrotic pathogen wants done person. He was down before you could say zombie apocalypse two times in a row.
Block 08. Not the ordinary experience that you would expect when you are trying to scout out an area after an apocalypse. The sounds that I heard weren't guttural growls or tortured souls screaming in pain.
There were the defiant yells of a living (and I mean properly living) human male. Both Sting and Morph said at the same time," Don't forget your orders." I suppose I must explain or the readers will get mad. (A/N Fourth wall=broken)
They are the only two people in the whole wide universe or possibly multiverse who know about him. We sprinted for cover and peeped out. I saw a guy with jet-black hair fighting some zombies barehanded. Wow, he has guts. Literally. I saw him rip out the innards of one with his long and unkempt nails. But one of them was about to jump on him from behind. Morph was ahead of me and I heard a sound that would not be out of place in a Sci-fi movie. The last one crumpled to the ground. I saw him standing there, hands encrusted with blood. I was sure it was him.
"Mark?"
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I'm done with this chapter yassssssss!
peagasus_moonbeam wink wink nudge nudge tap tap and don't announce please!
The next one will be full of revelations and plot twists and stuff like that.150 reads! (Faints out of happiness)
One bucket of cold water later
R&R (read and review) if you don't mind.
Say, should I start with my new fanfiction that I am going to write about Dragon Ball Z? First chapter is already written and if I get people telling me to do it, I'll start it by Sunday.
Next update: A week or so
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-EpicScorpia, signing off for now.
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