Dangerous Fellows

♡Chapter 2.♡ Tumult

You heaved out a heavy sigh as you hid behind a dumpster. The scent of rotting junk penetrated your lungs as you scrunched back you nose. Although, the scent was nothing compared to the creatures you encountered, those zombies you faced.

The sun was settling in, giving the sky a look of light pastel colors. It was mesmerizing for a few seconds until you snapped out of your thoughts due to screams in the distance.

You closed your eyes and shivered, still shaking in fear due to your earlier unexpected encounter with a zombie.

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The tumult of screams filled the atmosphere, giving you goosebumps. You continued to run, tears flowing out of your eyes. You couldn't believe it, it was actually the end of the world and you couldn't do anything about it.

You kept running until you suddenly yelped, tripping over something and stumbling. You turned your gaze to see what it was that caused you to trip.

You gasped when you saw what it was, it was a lifeless body that spewed blood from various opened wounds. They seemed fresh, very recent... You took your gaze off of the corpse and quickly got back on your feet, having a bad feeling in your gut.

You almost screamed the second you saw what stood about ten feet away from you, a horrendous looking zombie. Its face was half skinned off, its ribcage was exposed and to top it off, its arm was mangled badly. You gagged at the sight until realizing that it was getting closer. Quickly, your eyes scanned the ground for a weapon but there was none. You shot a brief hurried look behind seeing a hurd of zombies in the distance.

Fortunately they were occupied so they didn't notice you and you planned on staying unnoticed. You turned to look at the zombie which was a lot closer, stretching out its disgusting arms towards you while groaning even louder. Quickly, you remember you still had your somewhat heavy backpack. You slid it off your shoulders and into your hands, gripping onto it tightly as you drew back your arm and swung your backpack, aiming at the head of it. It was enough to stun it, causing it to fall onto the ground. You slid your backpack back on and started running but, you tripped when something suddenly grabbed your leg. You looked back and saw it was the zombie, it had wrapped its cold hands around your leg. Despite it being dead, it had a firm grip. You began to struggle as tears roll down your features. You had always dreaded the idea of death but you never imagined it in this type of scenario. You felt no hope whatsoever although, you continued to kick at it, hoping that somehow it'll let you loose.

It didn't though.

Tears continued to stream down you face as you then shut you eyes closed tightly, waiting for the sudden ending of your life.

THUMP! You opened your eyes and looked at the zombie, it was laying stiff with blood pouring out of its head. You flinched and sat there, dumbstruck. "What the hell are you waiting for?!? More zombies?" An unfamiliar voice yelled, you flinched and looked up to see a red haired boy around your age holding a bloody crowbar, he must have used it to kill the zombie.
You quickly got back up, you looked at the boy before deciding to thank him, "Thank-" "I don't care." He said, cutting you off of your sentence. You frowned a bit, jeez, what's his problem?

You peeked over your shoulder and notice the hurd of zombies limping towards you and the boy. He had noticed so too, judging by the frown painted on his face, "Never being selfless again.." He muttered and started to run off, the opposite direction of the zombies. You chased after him, not wanting to be left alone to be a meal, "W-wait..!" You called after him but he ignored you. He was definitely faster than you so you couldn't catch up no matter how hard you made the attempt to. You scrunched up your face "Dammit..!" You muttered, you took a turn into a closed alley and slid behind the dumpster. Staying there to catch your breath and process everything that occurred.

You continued to shiver, in silence for a few seconds before sighing. You knew you had to find shelter and it had to be soon.

After a few minutes of stalling, you finally stood up, having built enough courage to start searching for a safe shelter. You looked around for a few seconds until something caught your gaze, it was a wooden plank. You snatched it quickly and started your way out of the alley.

You silently crept through the empty streets, looking for a decent place to stay in that wasn't infested with the undead.

A building caught your eye, it was decent looking and was a two story building. You instinctively looked around to make sure no one was following or even watching you as you stepped into the building. You silently closed the door behind you and started tiptoeing around to make sure there weren't any threats.

The building was a mess, papers scattered everywhere, chairs that seemed to have been tossed and blood that stained the walls.

You saw there were a few small rooms which you assumed were offices. You quietly stepped into one and peeked around, still being cautious.

After confirming that the small room was safe you turned to the door and locked it, just in case. You sighed and plopped down into the cushioned rolly chair. The sun had gone by then and the moon was what illuminated the dark sky along with a few stars.

Silence filled the air, it was something you were fond of but in times like this, you wanted consolation. You closed your (e/c) orbs and let your mind run free. You imagined the screams of the horrified people that were being slaughtered around you. It caused shivers to run down your spine.

Suddenly, a deep thought hit you.

...Mom...

You opened your eyes and suddenly you were at unease. How is she?? Is she safe..? What if she.. Oh dear! You couldn't help but to feel extremely guilty, why hadn't you gone home? It was obviously the wiser thing to do. You could feel how your heart dropped into the pits of your stomach, you felt awful now.

Why hadn't you remembered to go home instead of running off into different directions? Was it an act of selfishness or survival? These thoughts continued to torment you to the point where you were laying on the uncomfortable rug with tears glistening in your orbs.

You let out an audible breath that expresses sadness as you closed your eyes. I'll go back home tomorrow... I hope she's okay.... You vowed to yourself.

Your eyelids grew heavy as you eventually drifted off to sleep.