Apocalypse (boyxboy)

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Pj's P.O.V:

The metallic smell drifts right by me, it's very faint so I knew it was at least a few hundred meters away. I take a deep breath and focus on the smell, my body feels weightless as my mind shifts to instincts. I prefer it this way, it makes sure I don't hesitate, makes sure I don't chicken out from guilt. It's the only way I hunt.

I continue walking, watching all the rotten sprint after the smell from the shadows. It's better of that I kill whoever is bleeding, after all I would make it quick, these bastards don't know how to do that, besides if your bleeding out here , your probably gonna get infected anyway.

The smell gets stronger and my legs pick up the pace, it's not to long before I'm sprinting with a hazy mind. I skid to a stop next to a rusty door, I look over my shoulder and notice how the rotters are catching up. I take a deep breath and jump as high as I can. My hand hooks onto a window ledge and I begin to pull myself up.

Blood curdling screams erupt from the building as the living watches me climb in. Soon as I jump straight into the room the fear turns into confusion. It happens a lot , I'm aware I look human so I use that to advantage, mostly to calm them down.

I take my time to asses what I'm seeing, a teenage boy no older than me is cowering in the corner, he is easily noticeable with his large frame of at least 6'3. My eyes cast down to his wrist and I notice a decent sized gash in his arm, my eyes then flicker up to his face.

He seems unnerved by my lack of movement and the atmosphere grows tense. My body begins to stiffen up ready for pouncing and the boy noticed this and immediately backs up into the corner. I long chain of whimpering leaves him as if he's in denial that he'll die.

I know that feeling.

Before I think into it to much I lunge for him , clamping my teeth down into his neck. It forces a long blood curdling scream from him , but I just bite harder. The moment my teeth pierce the flesh I rip my head back. Tearing meat from the bone.

I feel warm blood trickle down my mouth and grab the kids head. With a sharp tug every now and then , ligaments tear free and not long after , I'm eating a headless body.

If you are wondering why I did that, it's simple, so he won't become me. You only become a zombie after being attacked if your brain is still intact. Without it your just dead, it's better that way.

I swallow my last mouthful, leaving the majority for the rest outside, speaking of witch are now banging on the door.

I stand up and sigh, at least I'm now in a bit more control. I wipe the blood around my mouth of with my sleeve and pull my black bandana over my nose again. I do this block out all the dust in the air, even though I'm dead it's still uncomfortable.

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As I walk down the derelict roads my hands massage my shoulders, tensing really hard eventually makes your muscles ache and it pisses me of.

My eyelids grow heavy and I immediately know it's time to head home.

I trail of into the woods following the track I made. My home isn't much, all I did was find a large tree hollowed out, with dead leaves I just covered the top and I sleep inside. It may be uncomfortable at times but it's better than sleeping out in the rain.

It becomes harder to think as I grow more tired and not long after I'm crawling into said tree. I usually call this my withdrawal from instincts . I soon found out that when I go full out rotten mode it saps my energy completely, so I sleep. At first I was shocked to find out I could sleep but I can't say I'm complaining.

I remove my coat and lay it on the ground curling up to the edge of the tree. I sigh deeply as blackness swallows my vision.

I sigh a lot .

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Coltons P.O.V:

DAMMIT ALL TO HELL

I slam my fists down on the table making my second in command, mark who's next to me jump. "Chill the fuck out man." He mutters around the cigarette he attempts to light. "There all gone." I snap back. Mark pauses , his cigarette fell out his mouth but his hands are still his the same place. His chestnut eyes scan my face , " all of them" he whispered. I groan dragging my hands down my face,"what do think I meant." He takes awhile to process this before he turns to face me completely.

"We sent out fifteen people, fifteen!"

I nod solemnly at his statement. He speaks up again this time in anger," what the fuck do you mean there all gone ! How the fuck is that possible!"

This time it's me who turns to face him completely," if you don't know then how the fuck would I ?" I ask , voice void of any emotion.

About two weeks ago we sent out a huge group to empty villages, we sent out more as we new how they could hold a lot of rotters . What we didn't expect was to be told that they are all dead. Every last one of them.

I sink down in my seat and turn my head slightly to look at mark. He sat up with his elbows on his knees, a calculating look in his eyes. " it makes no sense" he mutters, tone laced with denial," we have handled worse, what makes it so different now?"

The question hung in the air as we both pondered over it. A spark ignites in me and I'm hit with a boost of confidence. Marks looks me and in the eyes and starts to shake his ," what your planning on doing man- don't do it."
This only fuelled my determination and without hesitation, I reach for my bag and sling it over my shoulders. I check all my amo in my belt and turn to face mark," if I don't come back in a week , I'm dead."

Before he could speak up I pull my mask on and slam the door behind me.

I'm gonna find out what actually killed all my men.