Bite Me: Septiplier AU

The Woods

I awoke to a loud shattering sound echoing from the living room. I quickly hopped out of bed and yanked on my clothing, not wanting to be caught off guard in little more than my boxers. I threw my backpack over my shoulders and crouched down a bit, quietly opening the bedroom door and peering around the corner.

I could hear loud grumbling coming from the kitchen.

"You had to break the window? There's a fucking door, man," a low voice growled, only half joking.

"There are zombies running around and you're worried about me shattering some glass? Come on, I thought you were more fun than that." The second voice came from the living room. I quickly threw myself back around the corner into the bedroom, not wanting to be spotted. A loud snort could be heard from the kitchen, followed by a laugh and footsteps from the second man.

I crouched and rounded the corner once again. Quickly checking to make sure the coast was clear, I made a dash for the front door. I tried to move my small barricade and open the door as quietly as I possibly could, but of course I ended up tripping and slamming into the doorframe, muttering a quick "Fuck!"

"What the hell?" I heard the second voice call. There were loud footsteps but I didn't stop to see what appeared as they came closer. I dove out the door and began sprinting as fast as I could towards the woods. Just when I was thinking that I had gotten away successfully, I heard the first gunshot. I felt a sharp pain shoot through my left shoulder and I stumbled, falling flat on my face. I pushed myself back up as fast as I could, cradled my arm, and kept running, continuing to hear the sharp banging behind me.

I stumbled over the rough grass, but eventually reached the cusp of the woods. Gunshots continued to echo past me, but I kept running, hoping that the luck of the Irish would grant me the small favor of not being shot again.

As I jumped over fallen branches and sharp weeds, I looked up to see more people appearing around me in woods. They were running towards me, forward to the gunshots instead of away. I waved my arms frantically, trying to catch their attention and warn them.

Suddenly a man with bright, artificially red hair jumped out from behind a large tree, grabbing me by the shirt and dragging me towards him. I stumbled and fell, feeling sharp pain all over my body as thorns and rocks dug into my skin.

"Get down!" he shouted, his voice rough and breathless. I threw myself behind a fallen log and nursed my wounded shoulder as I listened to guns firing and people shouting. The man continued running towards the edge of the woods, firing a large gun in the direction of the house. I leaned my head back against the log, trying to catch my breath. There was a harsh stinging coursing through my lungs as my chest heaved. I closed my eyes and felt my brain going fuzzy from both pain and lack of oxygen. I faintly heard footsteps and the sounds of snapping twigs coming towards me.

I tiredly looked up, finding myself staring into a pair of deep brown eyes. It was the man that had told me to get down. His dyed red hair was messily flipped to one side and restrained by a white bandana. His shirt was torn open in several places, revealing tan skin. He grabbed me by my good arm, pulling me up.

"Move!" he shouted, dragging me behind him as we began to sprint through the trees. I stumbled in surprise at first, but quickly fell into step behind him, placing my feet wherever he did, not daring to move a place that he didn't. The brambles and thick trees eventually thinned and we came across a path. He picked up his speed there. The only sounds around us were our gasps for breath and our feet pounding on the hard dirt.

A deer stand appeared high in the trees ahead of us. Standing atop it with a huge black gun was a man wearing dark clothes and a serious expression. Tied around one of his biceps was a bandana identical to the one the red haired man wore around his head. He held his gun at the ready when he saw us running towards him.