The Remaining Few

Deep Trouble Down Below

In the former time of our lives, we were born innocent, hollow and fragile. We lived freely, tragically and beautifully. We died peacefully and unknowingly. That was before everything changed. No one knew how or exactly when it started. Rumor has it that it was hidden, beyond the view of the outside. Till it broke out and started to change the whole world. Sadly, no one will know the truth. The one and only pure truth. We can only speculate and believe what we want to believe.

Whatever your reason or belief, out here was the end of the line. Every day, the struggle never stops. The constant fear of being compromised and killed was always present. Whether it were the infected or the beings we once called, human. We lost, we cried and they died. Every single loved one we held dearly in our lives. They were gone in an instant. One might consider themselves lucky if they had someone from the past, to watch their back.

It wasn't long before group of survivors started to appear. There was always the gamble of trusting any of them, or not. They were cold blooded killers, rapists, pedophiles, narcissistic freaks. But to be fair, all of 'The Remaining Few' had at least one of these qualities. They needed at least one of these qualities to survive the harsh environment. Everyone was killing each other. Sometimes it went so brutal that the zombies started to wander around aimlessly because finding survivors would be a rare occasion.

Mason and Enzo are on their own for almost a year now. They had a few contacts that they were on good terms with but it was mostly just them. Their mysterious past kept following them. Whether it was intentionally or just pure coincidence. They were very young people yet they have already lost so much. They prefer not to mention their past to anyone, not even themselves. Though none of them moved on, they were just running from it.

They weren't on good terms with most of the groups. Which got them into a lot of trouble. But their shaky experience and handy set of skills saved them from their own demise. They weren't the most talented with a gun but they also weren't the worst. As time passes, they get better and better at what they do. In other words, they liked the heat that was always on them. The excitement of almost everyone trying to kill you. They used their head rather than their heart. And this left many groups fearing them because of their unpredictability.

Mason was sitting on a tree log as Enzo cleaned up his wounds. They were running out of medical supplies and figured that they'd need more if they were to infiltrate the Red Raiders their hideout. Mason's face was lightly swollen and lightly bleeding. Enzo did his best to patch Mason up.

"You need to start fighting smart instead of being offensive all the time. It'll get you killed." Said Enzo in mildly disturbed tone.
"I think I'll be all right. I've handled worse." Said Mason but Enzo wasn't happy with that answer.
"It's not about being all right, you can handle those fights but you get your ass kicked most of the time. And then you just kill them in the most brutal way possible. You need to study their fight pattern as soon as they make their move. You take advantage of that and they'll be on the floor in no time." Said Enzo in an educated way of speaking.
"It's not that simple. I get carried away sometimes. Like, I just want it to end fast and brutal." Mason replied. He wasn't really pleased with Enzo's voice of concern. It makes him sound and look sluggish.
"Hmp, and to think that Maddox has more of those guys lined up. Imagine fighting against 2 or 3. Holy fuck that'd be a nightmare." Said Enzo jokingly.

While the man Mason fought wasn't big, he was slightly taller and had more muscle than Mason. Mason had the most problems against these kind of threats. He was fast with his hands but was too reckless. Enzo however was fast and used his head.