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Dean's Apocolypse

Meeting Dean during the zombie apocalypse and he decides if he should trust you.

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I didn't expect the zombie apocalypse, no one did. I thought it was just something the movies made up but here I was walking through the blistering heat, hoping a zombie wouldn't find me. I walked into a random store, grabbing the supplies that I could carry. It was probably the dumbest thing being alone but when the apocalypse started everyone I trusted was already gone or turned. I had bad luck with other people working together, after almost dying a second time when a group threatened me I figured going alone was probably the safest for me right now. I exited the store with enough supplies to last me for a month or two. I wasn't scared of the zombies, I knew I could handle myself. I was more worried about the people, they were unpredictable and most of them didn't know how to work a gun. I was already shot by someone who didn't know how to work the safety, not going to let it happen again. 

I started walking on the street again making sure to walk in the middle of the road so a zombie couldn't grab me without me seeing it first. I needed a place to find cover and stay there, especially through the night. The sun was just setting and worry crept in as I knew if I didn't find somewhere before dark, I was as good as dead. I was minding my own business when I heard a shotgun cock behind me. I groaned and turned around. I turned to see a man, covered in blood but he seemed to hold his composure. His shotgun pointed at my chest. 

"What are you doing here?" He asked making me roll my eyes. Stupid question. 

"I'm doing a concert," I replied sarcastically. He smirked slightly. 

"What are you really doing?" He asked making me sigh. 

"I was getting supplies. Is the interrogation over? Can I go now?" I asked, annoyance in my tone. 

"I need a first aid kit," He explained making me chuckle. 

"And I need a shower, we can't always get what we want," I replied sarcastically. 

"Why shouldn't I shoot you and take the first aid kit anyway?" He asked but I scoffed. 

"Because if you were going to shoot me, you should have done it when my back was turned," I explained quickly pulling the pistol from my waistband and taking a sing shot. The zombie behind him fell to the floor. He turned to look at it and sighed with relief, probably just glad I didn't shoot him. He looked back at me to see that my pistol was aimed between his eyes. He put his hands up putting the gun on the floor. I looked at him for a second, surveying his face. He didn't look scared. He didn't even look worried. He must have seen a lot not to be worried. I sighed, ignoring my better judgement. I pulled an arm out of my backpack and grabbing the first aid kit. I chucked it to hit and he caught it with a surprised look. 

"Thanks," He added with a smile. I nodded before putting my backpack back on and turning to walk away. "Wait," He called after me so I turned around. He smiled slightly before explaining. "I have a bunker," He said making me confused. "I have showers, you can come with me as long as you take the bullet out of my leg," He explained and I thought for a second. He seems like he can handle himself. I nodded. 

"If you try and kill me I promise you won't live long enough to apologise," I explained in a serious tone but he laughed. 

"Okay," He added. 

"I will," I explained making him laugh again. I approached him and he started leading the way, limping as he walked. I sighed and jogged to him, putting one his arms over my shoulder and supporting his weight. "Don't let anything bite me," I explained making him chuckle. "If you ever mention repopulation I will punch you in the throat," I explained making him laugh. 

"Got it," He chuckled making me smile. Maybe this won't be so bad.