Paultryk (Paul X Patryk)

Another story

A/N: since I'm feeling down, I guess it's time for me to write something sad. Okay. This story has nothing to do with the last one... but whatever.

Paul sighed as he sat down by the chair. Feeling as usual he lit the cigar by his lips. Dry. It's been ages he didn't fought in a war. Because that's soo yesterday. Tord finally stopped being the leader he is because of his burden he left to all his friends. Probably because of the death of Edd.

Patryk came seemingly bringing a drink for Paul. His usual bright smile never seize to bore Paul and he smiled.
"Hey, your lips is dry." He tossed the drink. Paul fetched it. He examines his lips and chuckled.
"Yeah.. wanna UNdry it?" He winks at pat. Pat blushed and chuckles agreeing.
"Well, you wouldn't need the drink afterwards, then, right?"
"It seems like you want my drink so bad"
"It's the last one.." pat scoffed.
"We're running out of supplies this days..." Paul glanced at the drink and decides to stand up to do something. Pat looked at him in confusion.
"We could share.. bring a glass"
"Oh.. of course!" Pat jumped in excitement. They both liked the drink very much.

Pat bring the glass and pours the drink in to half. They both drink It afterward, satisfying themselves.

Food supplies are hard once you know what's it like to live in post-apocalypse. The zombie hordes, apparently, manifested so much people's and populations are getting low... what is this, walking dead?

Paul and Pat sat down again looking by the window. The weather Is always hot and wind would feel like heavenly bliss. Paul looked at pat.
"What?"
"Don't you think we should go eat? I'm hungry, you look like you are too" pat nodded.
"Yeah okay"

After a minute of silence one of them get up and prepares some weapon for self defence. Abandoning the coats because of the weather.

(Time skip)
How unwelcoming. They got in a broken down market. Sure everything is free because no people are alive but those zombies are infinite!
"isn't there any other place?" Pat looked at Paul, grabbing by his sleeve. Paul shrugged and pats him.
"Sadly, if we do search other place. It wouldn't any difference."  Pat nodded, of course.

Getting in with a gun in his right hand steady. Pat checks every corner behind Paul whilst Paul does the reverse. Nothing.

But..
A liquid, seemingly like a saliva, sticks out from above them.
"P-paul?" Paul looked up and see all the zombies came ambushing them from above.
"SHIT" Paul screamed.
"RUN PAT" Paul pushed pat forward. Pat stayed though, and he grabbed Paul by the sweater.
"YOURE COMING WITH ME. I DONT WANNA BE ALONE" and so they ran. The zombies tried their ability to stay stable after falling very hard at the ground. One of them from the ground grabbed pats boots. Pat squeaked and shot a bullet to the zombies hand. They're not quite dead by it but they released pats boots. Running faster than before, Paul almost overruned pat. Not wanting to leave him he stood to shoot the zombies to slow them down. Pat drags Paul and hide to a safe spot. Or at least, somewhere hidden.

"Th-thanks" Paul shushed pat. Pat shuts noticing the zombies patrolling for them. Once they're away, Paul let out a long sigh.
"Are they far?" Pat whisper shout.
"Y-yeah....." Paul still breathing heavy endlessly. So is Patryk.

Patryk leaned in to his chest to calm him down and himself too. After resting for a bit in there they got up and find some foods. Drinks too.

After getting some stuff up they Recognize someone coming. Paul and Pat stood in one place. The footstep come closer but it never sounded like those zombies. A dark figure wanders aimlessly around and Paul stood in front of pat protecting him.
"Who - who's there!?" He shouts to scare them away. The figure seemed surprise and falls to the ground shaking.
"U-uh, I'm sorry, I'm just l-lost. All my friends are here... but they l-left?" From his voice. It sounded like someone familiar to Paul. Paul got closer to the figure and Recognize it was...