Short Stories!

Friendly Intro -WD AU-

3rd person

A boy walked threw the woods. His black hair covered his eyes as he walked. Those eyes, brown and full of sadness, were looking down. The memories of his passed never left. Even if it happened weeks ago. It still hurt. He shook his head to clear the screams. The screams. The blood. The tears. He gritted his teeth together, rage filling his veins. He checked his black pistol, making sure it was fully loaded. He checked it a lot, he didn't want a mistake like that, not again. Tears brimmed his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away, continuing on. He had to be strong. No matter what, his life depended on it. The once innocent boy was now a murderer. Everyone was a murderer now. Kill the undead, kill a person. Even if they were dead, and mindlessly killing, they are still human. The boy clutched the gun tightly, angry. He was angry at his dead peers. He was angry at the people who killed them. He was angry at his friend, who was taken by a monster. But most of all, he was angry at himself. Memories and thoughts drifted in and out of his mind as he walked threw the darkening woods. A sudden smell made him pause. He sniffed the air. He smelled....food. It smelled like a barbecue! Turning towards the smell, he ran. Swatting branches and jumping over things, he blindly ran. Smoke. A thin line of smoke rose from the air. He ran faster. An orange glow of a fire came to view. He grinned, prepared to run faster. When he suddenly stopped. If there was a fire...and food...there were people. He held up his weapon, walking slowly in stead. He was starving. And like any other human in these times....he would take whatever this person had. He needed food. Simple as that. He edged into the clearing it was located in. A boy sat in front of it, his back to him, he was cooking what looked like a rabbit. It was skinned poorly, saying this boy didn't know what he was doing. Though if he can't even skin a rabbit....then how is she even alive? He creeped out, prepared to shoot. The boy in front of the fire sniffled, bringing his knees to his chest. He seemed to be at least...six or seventeen. The black haired boy frowned, feeling guilty, but continued to walk forwards. 
Snap.
He froze, mentally cursing over the fact that he snapped a stick. "B-Brice?" The boy whispered, looking over his shoulder, seeing the other. He caused and froze, looking absolutely terrified. "I-I don't h-have anything!" He whimpered, scrambling up. His brown hair was slightly fluffed up, and he had light brown eyes. His purple sweater was ripped slightly, showing a bandaged stomach, blood staining it. He put his hands up slightly, the gun still trained at his head. "P-please just l-leave." He looked like he was about to cry. The boy was obviously not alone. When he stayed silent, the boy only got more horrified. "J-just take it...J-just please d-don't shoot!" Guilt finally won as he lowered the weapon, "I wont shoot you." The boy lowered his arms hesitantly, unsure as too what to do. But the black haired boy walked forwards slightly, "Where'd you get the rabbit?" The brown haired boy stepped back a little, "I-I caught i-it...with a tr-trap." He examine it with hungry eyes, putting his gun up. "D...d-do you want to share it?" The younger suggested. Hesitantly, he nodded. The boys act switched quickly, sitting back down and patting the spot next to him. He sat beside him, then pointed at the prey, "You skinned it wrong, and it's not cooking properly. Mind if I fix it?" "Not at all." He smiled. He pulled out his knife and took the cold rabbit. He skinned it corrected, then gutted it -the boy gagged slightly, not even knowing that had to be done-, then put it correctly on the make shift spit. The boy watched, noting every thing he did for future meals. The older grinned and turned the rabbit, cooking it happily, "It should be good now." "Thank you." The boy said with a bubbly attitude. "Mhm." "S-so.s...we didn't exactly have a proper introduction." He smiled and held out his hand, "Hello, my name's Seto, nice to meet you." The other shook it, "Nice to meet you too, my name's Jin."