Apocalypse (boyxboy)

3

Coltons P.O.V:

My breathing becomes ragged as I run from yet another heard of rotters

These bastards are everywhere!

I look around me to spot anywhere I could hide, immediately I am met with an opening into the woods. With zero hesitation I gather up all my strength, ignoring the burn in my limbs, and sprint of into the woods.

Hues of green are a blur as I race down the smallest dirt track in existence but like some cheesy horror film, a branch appears out of nowhere. The tip of my trainer is caught and I soon found myself eating dirt.

My head snaps behind me and to my relief they are all gone. I must of lost them.

I slowly pull myself up reeling in as much air as I can. To my pleasant surprise, the air is considerably clean. After five or so minutes I stand back up, readjusting my skeleton mask.

I sigh and carry on walking, so far I have found nothing. It's been just me running from a shit ton of dead people and constantly looking over my shoulder. Not only that but I've drained all of my ammunition and now I'm stuck with a hunting knife and a set of tires legs . Honestly, who's idea was this!?

Yours dumbass

I guess I slightly regret coming out here but I regret sending fifteen people to their deaths even more , so it looks like I'll just have to make do with what I got.

So , let's just think things through, where should I start? What suspects do I actually have? Was it some disease? Or maybe a new species of a jacked up rotter? I shudder at the disgusting image in my head and drop it.

A groan of frustration leaves my lips as I wipe my eyes from under my mask. I was getting really tired and was in desperate need of somewhere safe to sleep. I know , I know , where the heck to you find a 'safe' place in an apocalypse?! Don't ask me , I'm just going with the flow-

Something snaps in the bushes next to me and I freeze. I reach into my belt and pull out a gun hopping it's a human so they might be intimidated.

Forever, it felt like, just staring at the bush. Until finally something jumped out at me and I scream. Fortunately, it's just a pigeon but that only adds to my humiliation.

That was the last straw, I slapped the bird off of me and gave it an unkind gesture as it flew away.

I stuff my pistol back in the belt loop and stomp down the path , now in desperate need of a safe place to sleep.

As if god finally gave me a break, a hollow tree stood in front of me . Hall-fucking-elujah!

I drop my duffel bag back on the ground and crawl into the opening. I turn around to pull in the bag and begin to gather up leaves to get comfortable. It's not much but it will have to do. With a long sigh I finally lay my head down, ready to just sleep.

But another scream can be heard the moment I lay my head down on the floor and my whole body goes rigid.

Something underneath me begins squirming, pushing against me and begging me to get of. I finally snap out of it and sit up, not before pinning whatever is under me down with my arms.

Whoever it is has both their arms covering their face in a defensive position and are looking to the side. I reach up to move their arms but that just seems to set them of even more and they begin to struggle. I pin them down using my body and reach down to unbuckle my belt. A sharp intake of breath can be heard as the person underneath me completely freezes.

I blink in confusion before it hits me like a ton of bricks. Oh. I chuckle a little ," whoa calm down, I - I not gonna rape you." But that seems to fall on deaf ears as now they are kicking furiously, scared for my jewels, my leg presses down on theirs , now completely pinning them in place. My Buckley finally comes loose and I take my belt of.

I sit up slightly but before they can do anything I wrap the belt around their chest and arms , dragging his arms from his face and pinned to his body.

I make sure the buckle is secure before I take a deep breath. I grab his shoulders and drag him up so his back is resting against the walls of the tree. I then sit crossed legged and place my hands behind me , attempting to catch my breath.

After a few minutes I lift my head up to see the mystery person. Let's just say I didn't expect what I saw, no what I expected was a grown man who's family probably passed away and is now doing what they can to survive.

Instead I saw a kid about two years younger than me. He had steel grey eyes and ebony hair. He was extremely pale and was smeared with dirt.

Even though he looked pure and innocent, something was of , his eyes bored into mine and his body was completely tense. Yet he still had this sense of wildness about him as if he was , feral.

I slowly look up and think things over , 1 , how is this kid still alive out here on his own and two , who is he?

I take a deep inhale before slowly breathing out my nose. I relax my shoulders to help calm the atmosphere and gave him a small smile.

" who are you?"

(Logan lerman as pj , picture at the top)