Cure Me (PewDieCry Fanfic 2)

Snappies

"Water?"

"Check."

"It's. Chi-eck."

"Check."

"Not shek, check."

"Cry," I said warningly.

"I'm just messin with ya," he smiled and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Spare clothes?"

"Check."

"Cans?"

"Check."

"Knife?"

And it went on like that for some time as we checked we had everything we would need. As much ammo as possible.

We were ready.

I don't want to leave here.

I don't want to leave her.

But I have to find a cure. It's not really her. I know that. I feel like every second

she slips further away.

"Let's go," we said in unison.

I haven't killed anyone yet. It's strange my daughter has before I have.

I don't know how it'll feel. Knowing there's the possibility of restoring them.

We met up with Ted and Peter, who wanted to come at the last minute, by the door.

"Look after her," I told Dr Vierdenig. The german doctor just nodded.

We opened the door with guns ready. It was silent so we weren't expecting what happened next.

A zombie turned and jumped into Cry. Four years experience of gaming kicked in and as a reflex I raised my arms and fired. The man fell to the floor. Cry was shaking. He wiped his mouth.

"Spit," he explained. "I'm good. Just. Watch out," we all tied bandanas around our faces so they covered our mouths and noses from the fatal saliva.

We crept along the side of the building soon realising that if you moved slow enough they didn't see you. But unfortunately broken glass was loud and it blanketed the streets.

Crunch. Three zombies turned.

Crunch. Five walked towards us.

Crunch. They all saw us.

Crunch. We ran as fast as we could.

Peter smashed in a glass door and we all ran into an abandoned shop. We blocked the door with a table stood on it's end and we sat panting at the other tables. It was a Starbucks.

They still had freshish food. We stocked our bags full of cookies that weren't off yet after almost two months.

Blood was smeared across everything but there were no signs of zombies.

"We have to keep moving," Ted said.

"Wait until they forget," I looked out the window. One was still walking into the door repetitively but the others had walked away and stood quietly and eerily as they did. Waiting.

After a minute of stressful banging the zombie soon joined the rest of them. I sighed. Finally letting out a breath.

"Can we go?" Peter asked. He annoyed me for some reason but you have to try to get along I guess.

"Yeah." Was all I said as I got to my feet. I stood by the window with Cry.

"Do you think we can shoot our way out?" He asked.

"You Americans and your guns. Why don't we roof hop again?" I asked. We checked out the buildings around us. There was a fire escape staircase attached to the side of the building beside us. We just have to get there. Shots would be fired.

"You're right. We don't have enough ammo to shoot our way out," he said. I nodded. We told Ted and Peter the plan and we got ready to move the table.

Me and Ted moved it out of the way and Cry fired at all the ones in sight.

We ran around the corner and launched ourselves up the stairs. I had to shoot one guy who tried to follow. As an afterthought I found his wallet and stole the picture.

"Felix!" Cry shouted panicked and I realised he couldn't see me.

"I'm alright!" I ran up the stairs to the roof and took a step back as he wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back briefly before we both stepped back. Awkward. So. So awkward.

"Sorry," he looked at his feet and I patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm good bro," I said and he nodded.

"I was just scared. I-I couldn't see you," he shook it off and walked back to the front. Always the leader.

That was weird. I know he cares but... oh well.

I'd be scared if I couldn't see him. He looks so frail. He has an unnaturally tiny waist. Unnaturally small most things. He walks so cautiously.

I don't want him to get hurt. I trotted up beside him and we jumped to the next building. I'm glad we're not in an area with huge skyscrapers and only small apartment buildings. We only had to go back to the ground four times before we hit the edge of the city.

"Finally," Peter groaned. I would have said it but the way he said it just got on my nerves. We sat down on the edge of the last apartment building. Our legs hanging down. Tempting the jumping zombies.

"I don't think we should call them zambies," I said to Cry.

"We don't. We call them ZOM-bies," he teased.

"Like in The Walking Dead how they're called Walkers. We need to give them a cute nickname," I reiterated.

"Cute? Felix there is nothing cute about... that," he said.

"Hey,Tayla is one of them. They are people," but as I looked at them I found that hard to believe. Snapping. Jumping. Mindless. Grunting. Creatures.

"What about Snappies?" I asked.

He laughed to himself.

"Trust you Felix. Alright, Sappies they are," he leant back and said louder to Ted and Peter.

"Hey! Were calling the Zombies Snappies from now on, okay?" They both laughed.

"Sounds great!" Ted said. He laughed and swung his legs. His hands gripping the edge of the building as he looked down on them.

"How does that sounds Snappies?!" He yelled as he laughed.

I laughed too but stopped short when I saw him fall over the edge.