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Chapter 1

I awoke from my sleep still exhausted. Guess sleep aint shit anymore... Two dogs were running around frantically barking. "ok ok i get it- JESUS CHRIST OK SHUT UP" I yelled.
One look at them and I sighed. "Look I'm sorry but my head hurts. So. Quiet" They ran to me and cuddled up to me, shaking. "Whats wrong guys?" I asked them, looking at the door.
I was staying in an old convenience-type store and was living in the storage area. It was dusty and stank, but I had gotten used to it. The smell and dust was preferable to no place to stay, after all. I had moved some of the boxes to make a way up on top of one of the storage shelves, where I slept. I hopped down to where the door was.
I opened the door and immediately came face to face with a zombie. Before jamming the handle, I slammed the door shut and locked it. I looked around for my bags and sighed.
"C'mon guys. It's not safe anymore."
I walked to a bag and stuffed it with animal food, bowls, toys, blankets, and leashes. Turning on my music, I stuffed another bag with food, medicine, clothes, water.
As I put on the bags, two ferrets poked their heads from a little pocket in a bag. "Oh! I forgot! C'mon guys, hop on in" I put down the bag, and the two pups hopped in and curled up. I put the bag back on and walked out.
When I opened the door I noticed a dead zombie on the ground. I looked up and, with a start, saw someone holding a knife. They were a tall, bright blue haired boy, couldn't have been over 16. He looked up from the zombie and stared at me, and I noticed blood was soaking his front. He slowly walked towards me, still holding his knife.
This is where I die—
My head started spinning and I panicked, my mind racing. I closed my eyes and prepared myself to feel the metal blade. After a few minutes of nothing, I opened my eyes and saw that the boy had backed up and put the knife away. He had begun stuffing things into bags and, after a while of finding nothing else of use, grabbed my arm and dragged me out.
"I found someone"
He said it bluntly and in a monotoned voice, as if exhausted and physically worn. It was at that moment I noticed the gray streak in his hair, as well as another person holding bags. He had a yellow eye, while the left was pitch black, and bright yellow hair under his hoodie. He too looked no older than 15, at most 16.
"Idk...maybe we should leave her"
The voice startled me, as it had come from behind me. The speaker had white hair under his red and blue hoodie, as well as covering a blood red eye. His showing eye was a light blue
with a turquoise hue to it. It occurred to me that these boys were in high school, like me.
  Emphasis on "were"
"Could be useful"
The yellow haired boy says this thoughtfully, as if I was an object or thing that could be used to their advantage. I opened my mouth to say something, but immediately thought twice and closed it.
I'm at their mercy...I need to behave myself...
The yellow haired boy looked at me curiously, as if he knew I had something to say. Looking around, I noticed everyone was wearing gas masks and I suddenly felt as if i was in danger by not having one.
"Go ahead. Say it. You have something to say. I want to hear it."
"I- I-" I stuttered nervously for a while before I took a deep breath and steadied myself.
"There's more useful things in the store and I can help you get them"
The white haired boy looks up at me and stares me down. I feel my mouth go dry and start shaking again.
"Well? What are you waiting for. Go"
I looked at him and nodded. I walked back in and dragged out boxes upon boxes of food, water, medicine, bandages, blankets, drinks, clothing, and other materials. After several minutes I collapsed on the ground next to the boxes and started sorting out all the items.
"Hm. Interesting. Say. Do you have batteries, matches..." The blue haired boy rattled off more items and I nodded, walking back in.
  I'm not useless and I need to prove it to them. Its the only way I'll survive. I have to. They might kill me if I don't.
I pulled out more boxes and sorted them into more piles. One of the boys pulled out a walkie talkie and spoke into it. After what felt like forever, another person arrived and looked at what I had pulled out. I looked up at him trying not to look as winded and scared as I was.
The person looked to be 16, perhaps 17, and was definitely taller than me. He had almost blood red hair with a streak of gray, similar to the blue haired boy's. He had a lime green eye, and hair covering his other.
He seemed as confident in life as he did in his shirt, which looked as if it was about to tear around his chest. His hair moved slightly and I saw a scar across his left eye, which looked to be white. Blind.
He looked at the blue haired boy and smiled for a bit and then his face fell, as if he noticed something he really didn't like. The look vanished as he carefully put the things I brought out in a bag, somehow making it fit.
The people started walking, and one stopped to look at me as if saying to come with them. After a while of walking, I began to zone out. Mindlessly walking along, I started thinking.
Where are we going? Why did they decide to take me? It can't be that simple... no... it can't be... can it? What if they're tricking me? What if—
My thinking is interrupted by someone harshly pushing me through a gate before slamming it. I turned around to yell at them but stopped. There were zombies on the other side of the gate. I look up at the red haired boy and he walks me to a door.
"This can't be... no... no way. Is this my old high school???"
  As soon as I step foot inside a chill runs down my spine. It is. At that moment, I wasn't sure whether to smile or cry.
  As it turned out, I didn't get time to choose. Someone grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to what I recognized as the nurses office. The person sat me down and I finally got to take a look to see what the person looked like.
  They had ginger hair and baby blue eyes with an aqua-turquoise tint to them. They were wearing a black and white hoodie, along with a white scarf around their neck and black gas mask on their face. Their build was small and oddly feminine, despite the fact they appeared to be male.
  He looked at me impatiently and I looked back confused. He rolled his eyes and tugged at my shirt and pants. My face heated up and he wrote down on a slip of paper the word "gay" with an arrow pointing at him.
I slowly nodded and took off my shirt and pants. He quickly looked over me not paying too much attention to anything. He threw a long sleeve shirt, hoodie, scarf, cap, mittens, and gas mask at me. I put the scarf, cap, and mittens in my pocket and nodded.
  After he shooed me out the room he wrote something down on a chart, and I looked around nervously. I took several deep breaths to calm myself and then remembered something.
  I walked down the hallway and to where I knew the cafeteria was. I looked around as I walked to an oven, set it to 75°(f) and put my little ferrets inside. I smiled lightly. It was winter after all and my bag wasn't the warmest.
  "What are you doing?"
  I let out a high pitched scream as i whirled around and slapped the person across the face. The person winced and covered their face
  "O-oh my god I am so sorry—"
  "It's fine."
  "W-what?"
  "I said it's fine"
  They sounded calm and unfazed.
  "I've had worse"
  Taking a look at the person properly, I had noticed he looked familiar....
  "Andy?"
  He looked up and my stomach dropped. I just hit my best friend. "Hey. It's ok. I've had worse. you know this. It's nothing"
  He wiped his face as I hugged him. He looked so different from when I had last seen him, yet some things never change.
  His raven black hair remained not-so-neatly brushed off to the side, covering one eye. His eyes remained dark and mysterious, yet the bright happiness that had broken up the void of black had left them. He broke into the familiar, caring smile that I had grown to love.
  I would've pet his black ears, that he had loved to hide, had they not been tattered and torn so badly. His tail was still as fluffy as ever, maybe more so than before.
  "Do you remember him?"
"Who- CUPID!!!"
The memories came flooding back.
"Oh my god is he ok?"
"Yeah! Well, for the most part! Wanna see him?"
"Ab-so-fuckin'-lutely!"
Andy pulled me to a room and opened the door excitedly.
"Cupid! Guess who the newbie is!"
I ran to him and tackle hugged him. "Cupid!" I said, stepping back, "It's been like, forever!"
I took a long look at him, smiling. His hair was brushed over to the side in a messy wave of red and white. His white ears were perked up and his messy red and white tail was on end. "Something wrong?" I asked , looking into his eyes.
Since when were they red...?
Andy quickly pulled me out the room and locked the door.
"Sorry 'bout that..."
He was running his hand down the back of his neck looking nervous. The memory of the zombies that would attack the store flashed through my mind, more specifically...their glowing red eyes...
One look at Andy confirmed what I was thinking.

Wheeze. 1761 words. Save me. Anyways. I promised a face reveal if I got a comment so. Next A/N is gonna be that. Ciao!~