Generic Zombie Story Title

One-Shot

Thunder cracked across the stormy sky, windswept rain showering a hooded figure as he stumbled down a deserted highway. Drenched in water, sweat and a little blood from an open wound.

In the distance a petrol station rested, a mere shadow against a bleak terrain. The hooded figure caught a glimpse of the solitary building, a spark of hope driving him on. Suddenly he lost his footing and tumbled forwards, hitting the ground with a thud, clutching his side.

Blood stained his clothes as he staggered to his feet, and continued his march towards a potential safe haven ahead.

*****

"Bulbasaur?! What kind of a name is Bulbasaur? Who made this thing?"

Daniel glared at his 3DS, his first time playing Pokemon was definitely a good experience, but he couldn't get over the names.

"Entei! When did I get an Entei? Who came up with the name Entei?!"

"I caught Entei, and stop insulting the Pokemon. They're great names." James put down a novel he'd taken a liking to, in order to look hard at Daniel.

"And don't sell anything I've bought, unlike you I know what I'm doing in that game."

Anthony opened his eyes, frustrated that his friends were disturbing his rest.

"Quiet down! And haven't you had your hour by now? It's my turn on the 3DS!"

"Yeah, the sooner it gets to him the sooner it gets to me." Added James.

"Just let me finish this battle, Bulbasaur is a terrible name, but this guy's got some moves." Daniel went back to button-bashing the 3DS, unaware of what he was actually doing.

"Careful with that." Came a soft voice from the doorway.

James, Daniel and Anthony were all sitting on the floor, propped against different walls within the small petrol station. Simultaneously they looked up at the speaker in shock. They had taken haven within the semi-comfortable establishment weeks before, as a temporary means of escaping terrible weather.

Fortunately however, they found it more than adequate for living. Food, water and even some blankets were found in a locked store room Anthony had somehow managed to break into. Supplies were running low however, and they were all frustrated and a little anxious with the idea of having to leave the safety of the station.

Shelves lined with useless merchandise separated the three teenagers, the only direct line of sight was between Daniel and James. Everyone was at different corners of the store, yet they yelled across the room knowing the direction of each other, since they hadn't moved in hours. They simply slid food and water bottles across the floor to one another, along with whatever entertaining item they could find, passing the mundane time.

There was a backdoor to the building, locked with a single key, it led inside into a small office, from there was a door to the counter. Under that doorway hunched a wounded, smiling figure.

"I'm back guys."

James, Daniel and Anthony scrambled to their feet and ran to Sean.

"Man are you alright?" Questioned Daniel, noticing a dark patch of blood.

"Just a little trouble on the way back, cut myself jumping through some glass."

"Well aren't you the action hero." Said Anthony sarcastically.

James took off Sean's jacket carefully, trying to avoid the cut on his side.

"Better than being a meal for the zombies, hey Sean?" He added.