Same Love

2: Threatened

Gunshots rang through the air. 'Oh fuck', thought Sam. Who was shooting things this far into the city? Those monsters were roaming around in full force in Atlanta. He jumped from roof to roof, seeing a guy climb into a tank that was deserted when the attack hit. He must have been the one shooting. Sam drew his bow as he entered the department store, hoping to avoid dying by the hands of the biters. That's what he called them, biters because they bit things, bit everything, it was their main weapon and only purpose so he thought the name fit them. He almost let an arrow fly, his bow trained on a foreign man who was rooting around in the broken shelves. A click behind him alerted him that this man had friends and he turned his head to see a gun barell level with his eyes. He sighed, keeping the bow drawn as the asian noticed his predicament. There were more of them than he thought and he cursed under his breath.

"Who are you?" The woman who had a gun to his head asked, she was blonde and pretty but he felt less than intimidated. She was shaking, had never shot someone.

"A stranger who happened to be on a supply run, who are you Blondie?" He asked, forgetting the manners his parents tried to instill in him from a young age. He kept his arrows trained between the young asian's eyes and the man shifted uncomfortably.

"Lower your bow" A black man said, quite the group gathered around him now. He scanned them all, a mismatched bunch. 

"Not a chance" He growled, pulling the string tighter. His arm extended to it's full length and the asian held out a hand.

"We're not killers, not of the living anyway" He said and Sam decided that if this man was willing to put it straight in the face of his death then they weren't merciless killers. He lowered the weapon, placing the arrow in the quiver on his back and bending down gruffly to pick up a tin of beans and pull his rucksack off of his back. He never expected to find others who weren't desperately seeking a kill. 

"Who are you? I'm Andrea" The blonde woman spoke again as he picked at the shelves, taking many things. He exchanged his empty water bottles for full ones int he store room that was relatively untouched, followed by the group who watched him as he gathered supplies.

"Sam" he said, standing and brushing off his prsitine skinny jeans. It didn't seem as though he was in an apocalypse as he was very clean. He had been washing his clothes and body in a lake nearby. It wsn't that he was a clean freak but he didn't like his clothes clinging to him with dirt, blood and sweat. He wore a black leather jacket depsite the heat of Atlanta and wore black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. His messy tousled brown hair didn't quite match his bright blue eyes. He hadn't been struggling to survive. That is, he was well fed and watered and clean, hadn't been injured severely and had his fill of meat each night, though hunting was becoming increasingly difficult.

"You got a group?"

"No, don't worry about being ambushed"

"We weren't." The black man joined in as they gathered the last of the supplies. Sam was about to bid them farewell as they stepped onto the roof of the building but hearing the next conversation he decided he'd help out. he wasn't that heartless.

"Hey. Hey you dumbass! You in the tank, cozy in there?" The asian man who Sam now knew as Glenn asked the man in the tank via a radio he had found on the ground. So it wasn't just Sam who had noticed the gunshots and the stupid man in the tank.

  "I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here" The man says back over the radio as Biters eat a dead horse that must have been his.

"Well why don't you run for it while they're distracted" Sam asked the man over the radio as he took it out of Glenn's hands. Glenn follwed the man's intructions to gaze at the bag of guns that he mentioned and yelled "It's not an option"