You were overrun.
You had run out of gas a few miles back, and Warren told you to go with 10k, out into the forest. You were looking for supplies, or something that you could eat.
10k kissed your forehead, and then told you to go to the right. He ventured off to the left.
You should have stayed together.
But how could you have known the horror that awaited you?
You hear a telltale groan and whisked your katana from its place on your belt loop and sliced the Z's head off, then slid it into its skull.
Before you knew it, zombies were everywhere.
You were in the middle of the circle and they surrounded you, arms reaching out to grab you.
You tried to mercy as many as you could.
You fought.
You just weren't strong enough.
Eventually, the horde overpowered you.
They got you.
The strong, clever survivor was gone.
What replaced you was a monster.
You heard a voice travel through the distance, calling your name.
You didn't respond.
It wasn't your name anymore.
You staggered toward the noise, though.
You wanted no, you needed brains.
It is just a part of who you are now.
You finally reached him.
He turned toward you.
You groaned loudly, making your stiff legs move.
To push yourself towards him.
To get him.
He crumpled to the ground, tears streaming down his cheeks.
He was willing.
He was handing himself over on a silver platter.
Dinner time.
But before you could sink your teeth into his juicy neck, a blade threw itself into your skull.
You fell.
You were gone.
Forever.
This is sad, and also really bad. I haven't posted in a while because I'm not really motivated ??? and I'm not good at writing fics. Send in requests if you want to, though.
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