Cure

Chapter I

Alfred sat with his dad at their house playing cards. His dad chuckled as he won the game again and Alfred groaned,

"You're cheating, Pops" He grumbled and shuffled the cards for another game. The older man just chuckled and was about to retaliate when there was a scream from outside. Both of the men jumped up and went to the window immediately wishing they didn't. Outside one of their neighbors was being torn up and eaten by her own husband except he looked lifeless. His eyes were blank and dark his skin looked like it was turning grey and his neck was basically ripped out. Alfred backed away from the window and covered his mouth, even his father who was a retired war vet and had seen much death looked like he was about to throw up. Before they could do anything else there was banging at their back door and Alfred's father went and grabbed his gun from the closet as five or so of those...things busted through the back door. Alfred was horrified and ran to help his father before one of those things grabbed him and bit into his shoulder. His father screamed and shoved the creature off him before shooting It in the head. He held the others back and turned to look at Alfred as another bit him.

"Alfred run and don't look back find someone where safe and get supplies!" He shouted and Alfred shook his head

"I'm not leaving you!" He said as more of those things flooded through the broken door. His dad smiled sadly and used one hand to take his dog tags off and throw them to Alfred.

"Go" He said as the creatures who used to be their friends and neighbors pushed him to the ground focusing on eating him alive instead of Alfred. Alfred felt tears slip down his face as he grabbed his dads machete and ran out the front door into the chaos of the streets.

~10 months later~

Alfred snuck quietly through a destroyed neighborhood watching out for any signs of walkers. He tugged on the sleeve of his long shirt and took out his machete, better to be safe than sorry. He was surprised as he walked around to see there was a lack of Walkers and that concerned him even more. The sun was setting fast and he needed to find a place to stay but most of the houses were beaten down and had no way to keep anything out. He sighed softly in relief as he saw a house that was in pretty good shape, windows boarded and still had doors. He quickly made his way over there an thanked god when he found the door unlocked. Shutting the door quietly behind him he took a look around finding the place suitable before going to the kitchen to check for supplies.

Mean while a young British man sat in the upstairs bedroom watching out the window. His blond hair even more messy than usual and his green eyes tired with bags under them. He hadn't slept in days since he was alone, but he liked it that way people weren't exactly nice during this. he sighed softly and watched the sun set before sitting up at the sound of the front door opening and closing. He grabbed his shotgun and quietly existed the room. The old floors creaked quietly as he decened the stairs but one made an especially loud noise when he stepped on it and Arthur immediately cursed out loud at it. He covered his mouth when he realized his mistake and got his gun ready for what ever Walker was going to come at him.

Alfred spun around in the kitchen at the sound of a voice immediately knowing it was human. Not wanting to get into a fight with the first survivor he had seen in months he set his machete on the counter,

"Who's ever up there I promise I'm not going to hurt you, I'm in the kitchen if you want to talk peacefully" Alfred said calmly to try and reassure the person not wanting to have to fight or worse with another alive person. The man sighed hearing the voice of a human and walked down the stairs going into the kitchen pointing his gun at Alfred while he rose his ands up so the man wouldn't shoot him.