Short Stories!

Mistakes -Walking Dead AU-

Based -sorta- off of MinecraftUniverses crafting dead series.

3rd person

Jason walked down the abandoned village. He sighed, running his hand threw his brown hair. Most of the buildings were falling apart. Some looked burned, possibly by raiders. He pulled out his pistol at the thought. Last time he explored unarmed....someone stole everything he had. Including a sniper rifle with a sepresser. He fumed at the memory. Jason examined the area, looking for any signs of life. He could see a rotting corpse shuffling behind a house, but nothing else. He shoved the gun into its holder, pulling out a rather large knife instead. With silent feet, he stabbed the object into the undeads skull. It hit the ground, and didn't move. Still, he cut off the head. Almost getting bit once was enough. He didn't want to take a chance. This is what's it's like now in life. Zombies are always around the corner, you can't trust anyone, you have to always carry a weapon, and people you love die. Jason had rules he lived by.
Never stay in one place, no matter how safe, it never works out in the end.
Always cut off the deads heads.
Always be prepared for a fight.
Always have a weapon.
Never travel in groups.
Trust no one.
He could remember sitting on a couch with his friend, watching a movie and eating popcorn without a care in the world! He later shot that friend. He was bitten. One of he rules: Kill the bitten, no matter who they are. Jason learned to be cold and harsh, he killed anyone on the spot, taking their things. He wouldn't hesitate to shoot someone. Armed or not. Kill or be killed. That's his life now. Only the strong survive. These thoughts drifted in and out of his mind as he walked. They stopped when he found a church. Only the roof was slightly caved in, the door closed. Maybe he could finally rest? Jason pulled out his gun, pointing it at the door, he advanced towards it. Pushing it open with his foot, he entered. It was getting dark, and he needed a place to rest. He frowned at a giant hole on the opposite end of the building. He cursed, "Guess I continue then." Still, he decided to check it out. To scavenge. He walked down the isle, looking at the long, wooden seats that lined each side. On the floor, a few feet away, laid a purple cloth. He picked it up, making sure it wasn't in too bad of condition, and shoved it into his backpack. He could use it as a bandage. After rummaging threw the rest of the debris he exited quickly. The boy left the village behind, but hesitated just before. Hearing a groan. He turned around. Seeing a little girl. Her eyes lifeless, her skin paled, and rotting. She was trapped underneath a pile of wood. He aimed the gun at her. His hands started too shake as he starred at the poor child. A tear trickled down his cheek, and he lowered the gun. He couldn't bring himself to do it. No matter how hard times were now, no matter his rules, he couldn't do this. It wasn't right. He was still human. Instead, he turned, leaving. The sun setting, now deep in the woods, he looked around, "I really should have stopped ta the village." He couldn't see anyone. No bandits. No zombies. No houses. Nothing but woods for miles. "Good." He growled, putting his gun up. For once, he let his guard down.
First Mistake.
As he walked, a sudden, awful, excruciatingly pain shot up his leg.
He screamed. Loudly.
Second Mistake.
He hit the ground, eyes widening as he looked at his leg. A bear trap. He stepped on a bear trap. The rusted, metal spikes digging, deep, into his flesh. Blood poured from the wound and into the ground. Foot steps ran towards him. Dread filled his veins, he went to grab his gun. Only to realize it wasn't where he put it. He gasped, looking around wildly. The weapon was a few feet away. He must have dropped it. He knew he was done for now. The running got louder and louder. Jason grabbed the bear trap, trying to jerk it open. The spikes pulled out slightly, before snapping back in, making him scream again. A sudden silence filled the tense air. Jason looked up, right into red eyes. An undead. A zombie. Stood five feet away, starring him down with hungry eyes. But something was different, Jason knew. It wouldn't move. It just starred at him. Jason starred back, an awful fear filling him. He even started shaking. He was scared. Something he hasn't been in a long time. The thing had pale skin; his arm had a gash in it, the bone visible; it had one eye, the other missing; it's left cheek was ripped, it;s teeth slightly visible; it had brown hair, dripping with blood and covering it's missing eye slightly. It's cloths were ripped and covered in blood. It was a male. The thing watched as Jason inched closer and closer to the weapon. Then, he ran at the wounded boy. Jason screamed, dragging his body faster to get the weapon. Just before the zombie was upon him, he grabbed the gun, pointing it at the monster. To his surprise, it stopped. He growled lowly, glaring at the weapon.
'Something;s wrong.' he screamed inside his mind, 'It's as if the he's....thinking!' It seemed impossible. Any other undead would just hobble to get him, not stare him down, waiting. He knew the gun would kill him. He knew. Jason starred at it with fear, not knowing why he wasn't shooting it! He was hesitating. Something you should never do. The zombie took a threatening step forward, like it was daring Jason to shoot it. Jason closed his eyes tightly, pulling the trigger.
Click.
His eyes snapped open. He pulled the trigger multiple times.
Click click click.
Nothing happened. His eyes widened. He didn't reload. At the time, he didn't need to. He was getting water, and soon forgot about it. And now, it would cost him his life. The undead male smirked.
This wasn't normal. Jason realized this wasn't normal at all! In a failed attempt to do anything to save him, he threw the empty weapon at it, missing of course. His eyes watered, he knew he was done for. The monster slowly walked to Jason, stopping when he was over him. The trapped boy watched his every move, horrified. And he could do nothing. He knelled down, and laughed. It almost seemed alive. "Sorry, my friend, but I'm a little hungry. Hope you don't mind."
Screams of pain and horror filled the air. Flesh ripped and blood splattering accompanied it. A calm, not far away, heard everything. "Another gone." A man whispered, his golden eyes holding sadness. His friend sighed, pulling on his checkered hoodie, "Another turned."

They'll probably more Walking Dead AUs on here :3