Not Unique

Meeting

No one desires change. Change means constantly acknowledging outside factors that influence you innately. If you refute this fact, you try not to bend to the wishes of your surroundings. You stay the same while everything does havoc, you casually adapt to your outside world. Change is never sudden and if you don't adapt to your surroundings, is that called change?

How can you constantly evolve into a better version of yourself and say you know yourself? That defies the very call for change.

The world had changed. From high-rise tech buildings that screamed the glory of man's ability to measly Lego bricks that now lay abandoned on the ground, the weather constantly fluctuating between cold and hot, massive moulds and high blades of grass sprouting from the ground and creeping up the lines of buildings. The waters fell from the heavens, free air was now constrained by tension that soaked through the elements. The Earth would often shake and grumble, no longer a slave to people who would tear down its natural terrains to build ridiculously complicated buildings. Everyone had to adapt to survive. This was their biggest mistake. Oh! Only if they knew...

Only if there was someone who didn't feel the need to change their morals just to fit the deserted world, to see every day as it was and not behind pink-tinted glasses or murky water. Just as it was. To stay the same person as they were before and after, from the beginning to the end. But as we know, humans, as living organisms, react to change from their outside being.

Eight souls stand before each other, suspicion brewing within their depths. Two of them do not belong. Outcasts among outcasts.

"Nice car, ey?" A man dressed in dark clothes and a long red cape taunts the two bewildered outcasts.

"Thanks" One of the outcasts replies curtly. Her gaze stands strong as she stares hard at all five. She is surrounded. She knows this, but you wouldn't give up when you had something at stake, would you?

"You know you need blinds, or those damned things would see you" He gives them a side eye but then returns his hungry eyes at the SUV. Perfect for track and field, quiet tracks that can be easily swept away by the wind, large enough to hold five people but small enough to fit an alleyway. How would the interior be?

"Oh, we already installed that before coming here. That's why the windows are dark" The second unsuspecting soul eagerly explains with a bright smile. Divulging any information on a whim.

"Must have been hard surviving all alone, join us" Another of the five squeezes his eyes as he studies the two of them.

His gaze dips down to the gun the younger one still points at them while the older one hides behind her. Wide Bambi eyes staring back at the five strangers, her lips pushed forward into a pout but they move fast at a rapid pace to answer any of the stranger's questions. The person she hides against could only shift uncomfortably but she still refuses to take her eyes off the strangers. Not even after, they had taken her friends hostage at the beginning.

For us to understand how this situation came to be, we'll have to backtrack a few seconds after these two had the taste of death still lingering on their tongues.

Two zombies coming from both sides of a circular building. One zombie relentlessly smashes its weight into a reinforced glass that slowly but surely cracks under its brutal force. There seemed no way out of this situation until a mysterious figure flew crashing into the zombie that had just been smashing itself into the glass and out of the glass. She seemed to have foreseen foreseen this, she had been telling her partner how more zombies had been coming, but standing in front of this one person felt like she was up against a thousand army of them.