Chapter 2: possible friends?

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         Over half of the small zombie herd is left over. You race up to one of the undead and stab your knife into the back of it's skull. The zombie's body goes limp. You pull the blade out of it's flesh, making it fall to the pavement. Several dead rotting bodies is scattered around you. The boys turn to face you, their eyes wide with shock. You wipe the blood off on your blue jean shorts and smirk at them. The boy standing on top of the car jumps down and lands on his feet. He walks up to you with the crossbow in one hand. His height blocks out any light. You lift your head up to get a better look at him. His jet black locks is drenched in sweat and his dark green eyes take in your small frame. You immediately notice his abs through his gray tank top. 

     "I'm Luke. Nice moves." He says while letting out a gloved hand. You take his hand in return. You glance around. One of the other boys walk up to one of the dead bodies and grabs it's wrists. He's a bit shorter than Luke with spiky blond locks. He drags the body to a small pile of dead corpses. He moves his hands under the body's armpits and tosses it on top of the pile. He stands up straight. He fishes a lighter out of his hoodie pocket. He lights it and sets the bodies on fire. He puts the lighter away and turns to face you. 

       He smiles at you. Despite, the world going to crap and everyone turning into fleshing eating dead people, he seems happy. You raise an eyebrow at him. 

      "Hey, I'm Andrew. It's really cool to meet another survivor." He says while walking up to you. Luke places a hand on your shoulder. Apparently he took notice of your concern.

      "Just ignore him. He's always smiling and somehow he's happy even in awful situations." Luke says, squeezing your shoulder slightly. 

       

      Andrew frowns at you. 

       "I'm right here. I apologize if my optimistic personality bothers you. This world has gone to the dogs since the biohazard hit. I'm just trying to lighten the mood and make everything seem somewhat okay." Andrew snaps at you and starts to walk toward some abandoned apartment buildings. 

    The last boy is rather tall and lanky. His dark blue locks are dotted with debris. Several earrings run along his ears while a scar runs along his right cheek. Your eyes trace the scars along his knuckles all the way to his shoulders. They're shaped like an on going arm bracelet.  He glances your way and turns his attention to Andrew. 

     Before, he can walk away, the other boy places a hand on his left shoulder. Andrew stops in his tracks and looks his way. He rolls his eyes and after a moment,  he sits on top of a car hood. 

      "So, who's the other guy?" You ask, nodding your head at the boy with blue hair. 

     "That's Jax. He doesn't talk much. Anyway, do you have any family r friends?" 

     "No." 

     "Maybe, you could become a member of our small group. We have a base not far from here if you want to come." 

    "Yeah, I would love to." Andrew stands to his feet and all the boys head down the street. You race after them.

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