The Past Forgotten (Broken Hope)

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It confused me. Such a small blunt question dazzled me, my mind unable to comprehend what he said. But then it hit me, Tim, wasn't Tim. He had died, but then how was he trying to bite m... That's what he meant.

'No, sir. I am not bitten.' I said hoping that if I was polite he wasn't willing to pull the trigger of the object that I knew was a pistol of some sort.

'Good, because I need someone as strong as you, as smart as you.'

I feel the pressure of the metallic object removed. In response I look at him. An older man, white hair. He was wearing a red shirt and long blue denim jeans. He had a hunting rifle slung around his shoulder and a pistol in his left hand.

'You have a weapon?' He asked me, not knowing to trust me or not.

I glanced at Tim's body, which is being attacked by a handful of flies. I glanced up to his head to find my weapon.

"Yeah." I replied bluntly pointing at my weapon, clearly I wasn't going to get that out. A grin spread over his face.

"Here, have my D-50" He offered the gun to me which I held loosely in my hand. "You may also know it as a de.."

I cut him off before he could finish, completing his sentence. "It's a Desert Eagle." I said staring at the engraving on the side of my newly founded weapon. 'A gift to Jack B r es for reaching his Tw nt ieth bi th ay'

"A least you know your guns.... Rookie...'

"Hey! I've gone hunting before."

"Then you have an advantage, ya know that?"

"What?!"

"Princess... Haven't you seen Whats happened in the last four hours? You killed one of 'em already!"

"Woah... What do you mean 'them'?!" What is going on? 'Them' was Tim?

It was silent for a while.

"I can't say it any blunter than this..."

He turned to face me, rifle in arm.

"Welcome to the Apocalypse, bitch..."