Death Plague

7

Mihael was about a quarter of the way when he got the text. He stopped in his tracks when he read it. Geoff almost died!? He texted back as fast as his fingers would let him. "You almost died?! Are you safe now?"

Just as he hit send his phone beeped at him. Low battery, fuck. There goes his only way to talk to Geoff. He put his phone back in his pocket and resumed his run to Linda's place. Mihael was glad he exercised when he could, unlike Geoff who hated the very thought. He would be able to get to Linda's quickly.

After a few more minutes he was almost halfway there, and decided to walk for a bit. He checked his phone for another text but there wasn't one. While he was distracted by his phone he didn't see the zombie round the corner. He put it back in his pocket and saw the zombie rushing towards him. He grabbed his spear in both hands and just when he was about to stab it the zombie collapsed to the ground. Behind it, a few meters away stood a guy, he looked to be around twenty five, with black hair and a crossbow pointed almost directly at his head. He felt his grip on the spear tighten.

"You good?" He asked as he lowered his crossbow slightly. Mihael nodded and the guy lowered his weapon completely. Mihael loosened his grip on his own weapon.

"My name's Randall, what's yours?" The guy, Randall apparently, said as he walked over to the zombie to retrieve his arrow.

"Mihael."

"Huh, that's an odd name," Randall said with a bright smile. "The again, how many Randalls have you met?"

"Can't really say I've met any besides you," Mihael answered.

"Exactly," Randall said as he wiped the blood from his arrow and put it in his quiver, "Where were you headed?"

"What's it to you?" Mihael asked as his eyes narrowed. Better safe than shot dead by some guy.

"Nothing, really. It's just that when dead people start walking around and eating the living, people tend to stay inside," Randall said with a shrug. Mihael couldn't help being suspicious of this guy. When dead people start walking around and eating the living, people tend not to be so nice, at least not without an ulterior motive.

"Who are you? Not just your name."

"Well," He began, "I'm Randall King, I'm a self defence instructor, or, I was at least. I have a little sister in Macon, my parents are in Savannah where I grew up. I moved-"

"Alright, alright, I don't need a play by play of your life dude," Mihael interrupted. "I'm going to my friends place to try to find my boyfriend, come if you want, or don't. I don't care either way."

Mihael began walking again and Randall followed.

"It's Mihael Smith by the way, my name." 

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I'm sorry this chapter is so shitty, it just wasn't coming to me and I didn't wanna force it. Next one will be great I promise.