Genovation

Chapter Two - Who Are You?

Wait, what was that?

I just heard something at the door. What the fuck was that? Oh, there it is again. What if this is my first zombie kill? How epic. On a roof top. Right, here I go!

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I quickly pull away from the edge of the roof, because I'd probably fall if I didn't. Slowly, I walk to the door. Hm. Will I just open it, or will I be all, 'If you don't leave I'll kill you!'? I'm not really sure.

As my fingers go into the back pockets of my jean shorts, I pull out my meat cleavers. I then creep to the door, and push out the crowbar. Suddenly, I hear a really loud bang. I scream, and the door swings open. A body falls on me, and I slice it's head off.

Not really how I wanted my first kill to be, but oh well.

Suddenly, the body is pulled off of me. "Don't get any of their blood or saliva in your eyes, or mouth. That'll seriously fuck you up." I jump as I hear a male voice talking to me. "Who-say-what-now?" I mutter, and I look up at see a tall male eyeing me with a smirk on his face.

"Sorry. Did I scare you?" He asks me as he takes my hand and pulls me to my feet with ease. I nod, not really sure what to say. I hear him laugh, and he lets go of my hand. I suddenly get a glimpse of his arms as he picks up the body and throws it off the side of the building. They're pretty muscular. Hm, I hope he's a good fighter.

"Got a name?" He asks me, and I can't help but smile a little bit. He's got a Canadian accent, and that's pretty cute.

"Yes." I reply, placing my meat cleavers back into my back pockets I suddenly realise he wants to know my name. "Oh. I'm Robyn." I tell him, and he nods.

Wow, fail, Robyn.

"Pretty name." He tells me, before he goes back to the door. He shuts it over, and manages to fit the crow bar back in. "Good idea." He says, and I think he means about putting the crow bar for safety. Wait, he didn't tell me his name, did he?

"What about you?" I ask, and he looks at me as if to say, 'Huh?' "Your name." I say, and I give a little laugh as his face goes slightly red.

"Oh. I'm Carson." Carson says. Carson. Carson Carson Carson. I like that name. That's cute. I think I knew a guy called Carson - Ooh! How awesome! Once this zombie thing has blown over, I'll be able to say, 'There was a guy called Carson that helped me through the zombies. He had pretty cool tattoos on his arms and he was really good in-'

Okay. I'm going to shush about that. He looks about nineteen. So, he's three years older then me. Too old. 

"Pretty name." I say, and he smiles. 

He ignores me. "When did you get sent?" Carson asks. I don't have a clue what he means, so I just raise my eyebrows and look at him. "To the supermarket..?" He says, gesturing towards the stair case and around the roof top.

"Oh." I say, and pause for a moment. "I don't know. I just woke up here, and everyone was running and stuff. They all looked scared shitless." I tell him, and he laughs. "What? They did!"

"You weren't?" He says, and I shrug. "Not really. I mean, what's the big deal?" I ask him, and he laughs again. Wow, he should stop doing that. It's a little bit rude.

"They're cannibals. Like zombies. These guys will totally eat you, and then you'll come back as one of them." Carson tells me.

Thanks for stating the obvious!

I'm about to say, 'No shit!' but I decide not to. I mean, if I want to stay with him, I should try being nice. "What, like, actual zombies?" I say, trying to look a bit freaked out.

"Type one, right now. I don't know how long it will be until type two.." Carson's voice trails off. But I'm not really listening anymore.

Type one? Type two? What's that supposed to mean?

I probably do look a bit freaked out. Maybe they mutate over night, and then they can run faster; and they want more blood; and they - actually, I'm not going to say.. Yeah. Nevermind.

"Type one are slow at everything and if they are trying to eat somebody, but the person gets away, the zombie won't really give a fuck. It'll just go try get someone else." Carson tells me. Wait, so they'll be like ninja zombies?

"Type one will die within a few days if they don't get any meat." He pauses. "Type two can go for more then four years. I didn't get to see how long exactly.."

I'm not listening again. How does he know? 'I didn't get to see how long' is he part of the zombie squad team or something? What the fuck?

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It's like propellors; or a helicopter, even. Standing up; Alex runs into the middle of the rooftop. Kellin follows her. He has a thick black belt on, with several pistols, grenades and bullets. He also has bigger guns, but Alex is unsure what kinds. "Is the helicopter from Genonation?" She asks him; seeing it pass over them.  "Gen- oh- vay- shin." He says, correcting her. "And, no. See that symbol?" He asks her- pointing upwards to the helicopter.  It's a symbol, a black circle. "Is that your logo?" Alex asks. "No. Our logo ressembles a black smudged-looking G, with what looks like 'blood' dripping off it." Kellin tells her. She nods. "Alright. So, where are we going now?" She asks him; sitting down on the ground and looking up at him. "Nowhere." He replies. "We'll sleep here tonight, then  plan something tomorrow." He says.