"So what's the plan?" You ask your friend, Mikey. You both had been running for days, trying to find shelter. You are low on supplies and food, and your body is weak from expending energy without the proper nutrition needed. You wouldn't survive long if you kept this up. You both knew that.
"I don't know." He says sadly.
You sigh, "we need food, Mikes."
"I know."
The two of you continued to walk through the dilapidated city, that just a year ago had been thriving, but was now nothing but ruin.
You walk in silence, the only sounds heard were low whistles of the hot wind. The sweat covering your back increased as the scorching sun beat down on you, and your throat feels like sandpaper from the lack of water. You walk the lonely, long-forgotten road of the city holding onto the last bit of hope you had that you would make it through this.
The silence is broken as a piercing scream echoes through the crumbling buildings. You and Mikey look at each other before running after who- or what- that was. After a minute you find the source of the calls; a young boy around your age cowering in the corner of one of the stone ruins, while two zombies slowly and creepily approach him. You and Mikey pull out your knifes and take down the foul creatures, avoiding getting bitten, knowing that if you did it would not end well. If you were bitten, it would turn you into one of those gruesome beasts unless it was in a place where you could use amputation, like an arm or leg.
After you were sure they are dead, you hurry over to the trembling boy.
"It's okay, they're gone," You comfort him. He looks up at you through his fogged glasses, his blond hair is matted and messy.
"Thank you," He says.
"You're welcome. What is your name?" You ask.
"Patrick," he answers, standing up.
"Well, Patrick, would you like to join us? We need more people on or side," you smile slightly.
He shrugs, "sure, it sucks when you are alone. Especially now," he says, glancing at the broken land.
You guys start off again, keeping our weapons close.
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It was now nightfall and you decide to stop for the night, seeing as you are all exhausted. You are going to stay up and keep watch for the first few hours, the it was Mikey's turn, then Patrick's.
The two of them are sound asleep, and soft snores are making their way out of Mikey's partially open mouth.
It's peaceful, the moon is full and the wind is now cool and feels good on your sunburnt skin. You sit in the comfortable silence, looking up at the starlit sky. It's beautiful.
After an hour or so, you hear grunts coming from somewhere off in the distance. You look around and don't see anything, but you are still worried. You scoot over to where Mikey lay in blissful sleep. You softly shake him awake; he groans and keeps his eyes closed.
"Mikey, I think something is close," you say hurriedly and fearfully.
He opened his eyes shoot open, but a second later something pounces on you. You scream out of shock and attempt to fight off the zombie on top of you. Mikey is quick to grab a gun and shoot it in it's head, but it is too late. You feel blood pouring from your neck, and the venom making its way into your bloodstream. You look up at Mikey and Patrick, (who had woken up from the commotion) both of them wear broken expressions. Patrick, who you haven't known for long, looks as though he was fighting tears, and Mikey had fallen to his knees, tears falling freely.
"No..." he whispers.
Your vision is starting to blur and your insides are twisting and You feel like throwing up.
"Mikes, I can feel it coming," You cry.
He sobs harder. You start coughing violently, purging black spit and blood.
"You have to do it," You say hoarsely. he knows what You mean. He has to kill you.
"No!" He cry's.
"You have to! I can't become one of them!" You sob.
"I-I can't! I love you!" He confesses.
You freeze, "w-what?" You ask, your voice hardly above a whisper.
"I love you! I have loved you for years, and now I'm loosing you."
"I love you too, Mikey," You say softly, putting your hand under his chin and tilting his head up to look at you, "but it will hurt you more to see me as one of those...things."
"B-But I can't," He mumbles, "how will I go on without you? You are the only thing that gives me hope."
You look at him with sadness, "things are better if you stay."
He looks you in the eye; he knows he has to do it. He nods slowly, more tears falling down his face.
He grabs the gun beside him and shakily points it at your head.
"Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger," You whisper.
"I love you," he says once more before a loud band rang through your ears and everything goes black.
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