The Dead Studios: Season 9

Chapter 4: The Burning Sun

     Malcolm ran as he finally stopped and leaned against a tree. He turned his head to see if he was still being followed by the walkers, but he seemed to have lost them. He breathed hard as he looked down on the ground. Suddenly, he was knocked in the back of the head, hit to the ground. He turned to see a man standing above him. He was bleeding from his head, his dark brown hair, now stained with blood. His clothes were burned and falling apart, covered in blood. His deep blue eyes looked down at Malcolm. He began to slowly limp towards him as Malcolm kept backing up on the ground.

"You fucking left me back there." The man said.

Malcolm shook his head. "You couldn't walk, Greyson. There was no way you could survive it." He said.

Greyson kept limping towards him, revealing that his right foot was completely mangled and torn apart, and his upper calf and thigh were torn and bleeding, showing some bone.

"Yeah well- I'm walking, aren't I?" He said, smiling. 

Malcolm quickly stood up as he grabbed the rifle off his back, aiming it at Greyson. "Stop right there. I don't wanna have to shoot you Greyson- you know that."

"Yeah well you don't have much of a choice, do you?" Greyson said, showing him his other leg had been bit. "Happened a while back. Right after you and Jordan left me." 

"Please- I don't want to have to do this." Malcolm said.

Greyson stood there, smiling. "Like I said, you don't have a choice." Greyson said as he jolted forward, grabbing Malcolm's gun and punching him across the face, bringing him to the ground. 

They wrestled for a while- Greyson struggled to get the gun away from Malcolm, and Malcolm tried not to shoot unless he had a good shot because he didn't want to draw any walkers towards them. Greyson finally managed to get his hands around the gun and pull it away from Malcolm, hitting him across the face and throwing the gun to the side. Greyson put his hands around Malcolm's neck as he began to strangle him.

"You mother fucker." Greyson said, spitting out a bit of blood on Malcolm's face.

Malcolm was able to free his hand and pushed Greyson off of him. Malcolm went for the gun when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ankle. He turned his head to see Greyson had bit right into him, pulling off a chunk of his flesh and spitting it to the side, smiling. Malcolm grabbed the gun and aimed it at Greyson, firing it right at him, shooting him in the head. Malcolm dropped the gun as he grabbed his ankle. He wasn't sure if because he was bit- he would turn. Althought, Greyson was bit, he hadn't turned yet. Malcolm grabbed spare bandages from his bag and wrapped it around his ankle as he managed to stand up. The pressure of his foot on the ground made the bite sting and shoot a sharp pain up his leg. He grabbed his gun and threw it around his shoulder, as he began to walk again through the woods.

He finally managed to get out of the woods as he found a large empty road. He fell down on his knees, falling over completely, looking up at the sun. He squinted, trying to see the bright blue sky, when suddenly a figure came into his view.

"Get up." The voice said.

Malcolm continued to squint, looking up at the shadow above him, he closed his eyes and opened them a couple times until he finally put his hand over his eyes, being able to make out who the person was. 

"Ca....Casper?" Malcolm said, looking up at the black haired man.

"Get up!" He yelled at him. 

"No... you're- you're dead." Malcolm said, leaning over, looking at his shoes which were covered in mud.

"I don't want to have to ask again." Casper said.

Malcolm turned over, his back facing up as he got on his hands and knees. He couldn't feel the pain of his ankle anymore. He felt the sun beating down on him- although it was only the beginning of spring, it was still hot as hell, and he hadn't drank any water since the previous day.

"Get up!" Casper yelled, as he kicked Malcolm over.

He fell over, holding the side of his stomach.

"Get. UP!" Casper yelled again, kicking him.

"S-Stop--" Malcolm said, trying to speak.

His vision suddenly started to get blurry as it slowly faded black. He suddenly felt a cold splash of water come over his face, as he struggled to open his eyes. He was leaning against a tree, along side a river back. A man was sitting in front of him, one he had never seen or met before.

"Welcome back." He said.