zombieland ↬ l.hemmings

[01]

[chapter one]

I watched as the decaying figure slowly limped across the isle in my direction as moaning, groaning and gargling came from it's mouth while it came closer. I continued to push stands over, glass shattering and metal colliding with the ground. I clutched my ZK in my hand with the strap around my shoulder, eyeing the creature tauntingly.

Before it had a chance to launch itself at me, I lifted the gun with both my hands, pulled the trigger and watched as the back of it's head shattered, just as it dropped limp to the ground with a pool of murky crimson littering the white tiles. I squatted down to it's level, blasting one last bullet through it's head in case, before rising and creeping towards the back of the shop.

This had become a usual thing for me, so it was obvious I knew what I was doing: do what you've got to do and get out before a herd arrives. I'd learned I work better alone than with a team member, they only slow you down. It doesn't help in this situation if you have emotional bonds only to loose them with-in days or maybe weeks. But it'd be nice to see a face that didn't have blood dripping from it's lips or flesh between it's teeth.

"Hello?" A distraught voice called out suddenly.

I paused, clutched my gun to my chest and began breathing deeply. Someone was here. I could either go find them or I could run and leave them to die. I was about to walk away when a head of ash brown curls with hazel eyes, wearing all black with tears streaming down his cheeks while blood splattered his neck, appeared in front of me, causing me to gasp.

"Come quick," He didn't hesitate to clasp my forearm and pull me behind him.

He lead me to the far back of the shop where we entered the storeroom via a large double door that read 'workers only', where a boy sat on a large mountain of boxes. The boy had brunette hair and tanned skin, clutching his right arm while wails departed from his lips. I could see the bite mark, blood trailing down the delicate skin to land on his black skinny jeans that he wore.

"He's been bit," The boy still holding my arm announced. "And he's decided he wants to end things before he attacks us... but sadly we don't have a gun or any sort of weapon that could help with this situation," He sighed, causing my grip on my gun to tighten.

"Will you shoot me, please?" The brunette questioned.

I reluctantly nodded, bringing the gun up to press it agains't his forehead, just as a loud sob departed from the curly haired boy still holding onto my arm with quite strength. I placed my finger on the trigger, taking my lip between my teeth as the boy before me met glances with my own through damp eyelashes. His eyes were a deep brown, holding nothing but self-pitty and another emotion I couldn't quite decipher.

"I want to do it," The boy let go of my arm as I let him take the gun.

I took a step back, watching as he repeated my stance, cries and sniffles being the only sounds heard through the room. He placed his shaking index finger on the trigger, blinking rapidly while his whole figure shook. For some strange reason, I had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I diverted my gaze upwards as I saw something flash from above.

There. Above me, stood two boys wearing all black with beanie's holding their hair back while they climbed over the railing of the platform they stood on. Once they noticed me looking, they quickly jumped down with a thump, one pulling me into a head lock and the other ripping the duffel bag from my grasp.

"Silly, silly, girl." The brunette boy stood up and whipped the crimson substance off his arm, leaving it unharmed. "Didn't your mummy and daddy ever tell you not to trust strangers?" He continued as the curly haired boy turned to me smirking, holding my own gun to my forehead as I was forced down onto my knee's with my arms pulled behind my back.