What happens when three travels, tangled in the consequences of the apocalypse, stumble on an innocent. looking cabin?
"One more step and I'll blow your fucking brains out", he warned, in a deep voice.
He didn't see the people in front of his gun as...
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(Leon Hayz)
"Hey, so are you bitten or what?" Nathan's head snapped up, trying to find the source of the unfamiliar, ruff, male voice.
Twisting his body, his eyes met a pair of black timberland boots.
Making his way up he saw a hand litter with scratches and scars clutching a revolver.
Nathan squinted his eyes at his mysterious saviour, looking him up and down, evaluating him.
By doing this he was able to take in his facial features.
The man had deep blue eyes.
However, a dark scar, starting just above his eyebrow, laid across his face down to the middle of the bridge of his nose.
This caused his left eye to be a light shade of blue then his right.
He saw that he had pitch-black hair that hung loosely from his head, it seemed to have been cut into a very loose mullet.
Looking down Nathan saw that he was dressed in dark shades from the puffy jacket, to the baggy, combat joggers.
A duffle bag, patched with tools and weapons, was hung across his broad shoulder and tucked under his armpit.
The man appeared to be in his late 20's, possibly early 30's.
"I said, were you bitten?", The man repeated himself, letting out an irritated sigh.
"Um... Err... " Nathan stuttered, finding it difficult to speak, "I don't think so.." He finally answered.
The man raised an eyebrow, not liking his answer.
"It's either yes or no", he said.
The statement made Nathan look down at himself, checking for any teeth marks.
" No, no I'm not bitten ", Nathan answers confidently, vigorously shaking his head.
"Well then, get up" he ordered in a ruff, deep accent, "More should be comin', they probably heard the gunshot", he continued.
"W - Who?", Nathan questioned, stumbling up out of his position.
The man turned away from him, looking out as if he was searching for something.
"zombies" he replied.
"Z - ZOMBIES?!" Nathan chocked out in sudden shock.
"Yes, z - zombies" He confirmed, mimicking Nathan's stutter.
Nathan frowned and realized he didn't even know this stranger's name.
"What's your name?", Nathan asked.
"Leon", his reply was short.
"W - well, I'm Nathan", he said nervously, still slightly shaken up by the recent event.
Nathan reaches out his hand to shake Leon's.
However, Leon glanced down at Nathan's gesture and turned his back to him, walking away.
" Hey! ", he shouted, " where are you going? " he asked desperately.
Leon didn't reply.
"Can you please tell me what's going on?, Please!" Nathan begged, following closely behind Leon.
As he did he noticed the array of weapons sling across his back, making him wonder about Leon's background and how he was able to acquire such items.
"To make a long story short,", Leon said, " there's a virus goin' 'round and it's turnin' the livin' and dead into man-eatin' creatures", he explained,
"However, as far as we know it can only be spread through blood and long periods of contact" he continued.
Nathan stared up at Leon as they walked and scoffed, finding this new information unbelievable.
"So you're telling me that the dead are coming back to life and are eating people? ", Nathan questioned, almost as if he was trying to challenge Leon.
"YeP!", he replied, popping the p.
Nathan fell quiet, limping behind Leon.
As if the blood loss was finally catching up with him, Nathan began to feel extremely light-headed, causing his steps to slow down.
" Hey, can we stop for a sec? ", Nathan asked, slurring his words, causing his accent to be manipulated.
Leon turned around, Looking Nathan up and down, evaluating his condition.
Without saying a word he stopped and Nathan sighed in relief.
Looking around, Leon realised the sun was beginning to set, introducing the dark shades of night.
"We should find shel'er", Leon announced.
" Yeah, yeah", Nathan replied dismissively, trying to focus on staying awake.
Leon noticed this.
He also noticed that dark patch of blood on Nathan's shirt, showing that he was badly cut.
After seeing this, he felt the need to assist.
He did this by looping his arm under Nathan's armpit, sitting just above the hand clutching his wounded side.
By doing this, Leon was able to help straighten Nathan's posture and take the pressure off his injured leg.
While doing so, he came to the conclusion that they had to stay somewhere with medical products in order to tend to Nathan's damage.
Although Nathan was unable to reply, due to his current state, he was grateful for Leon's gesture.
As they continued their journey Leon noticed what seemed to be an empty supermarket.
Feeling the weight of Nathan's body increase, indicating his loss of consciousness, Leon was glad they had found a place to crash.
Seeing that the windows were smashed, made Leon hesitant.
However, he knew that this was their only option.
Walking in, Leon saw that there were huge sections of food missing from their selling place.
Food and drinks were spilt and smeared across the floor making it slightly sticky.
Following the trail of liquid, Leon made his way over to the alcohol.
He picked up a bottle of Vodka, knowing it would come in handy.
Although he seemed calm, Leon was on edge.
He knew that beyond the twist and turns of the isles, a zombie could be lurking, making it dangerous.
However, Leon was more focused on finding medical treatment, knowing that if he didn't fix Nathan up, he either continue to slow him down or die.
Not wanting either of those things to happen, his steps increase in speed, making Nathan release an uncomfortable groan.
Leon's eyes light up at the sight of a green cross, signifying first aid.
Carefully laying Nathan's damaged body on the ground, he made his way over to the shelves.
He skimmed over the different drugs, picking out the paracetamol, thread, a needle and bandages.
He made his way over to Nathan's body, calculating everything he had to do in order to improve his condition.
