Finding Peace: a Sad Milk Apocalypse Story

Chapter 1

Disclaimer- death
Oz's thoughts

Two years after the infection.

Oz woke up to a loud banging sound, he groaned as he sat up in his bed. It had been two years since the outbreak and he still wasn't all that used to waking up in the early hours of the morning. "The fuck is it?" He yelled stretching his sore muscles, he and Topic were working out in the gym until late. He needed to stay fit, and his body wasn't used to the harsh treatment.

"It's Blair, and you better get your ass out here or you're going to be left behind for patrol." Blair yelled back through the door.

Oz drug himself out of bed, of course we have patrol. He was already aching as it was, and this was not going to help. "I'll be out soon." He said to get Blair off his ass for one second so that he could get ready.

"Just be prepared for rain."

Oz sighed in annoyance, just had to rain today. He put on a new shirt before tugging his light grey jacket over it. He looked around his and small room for his boots. Blair would kill him for keeping it so messy, his desk was piled up with paper on it, there was a heap of dirty clothes on the floor, his blankets were falling off his bed. He looked across the room into his bathroom, in the cracked mirror he saw that his hair was a mess but he didn't care enough to do anything about it.

"There you fuckers are." Oz said picking up his boots from under some clothes. He put them on, grabbed his switchblade, then walked out the door.

"About time." Blair said her arms crossed. "Cmon the rest of us are waiting." She turned around and started walking towards the checkout.

"Good morning to you too." Oz said with a bit of sarcasm, smiling when Blare gave him a shove.

The air was gloomy and foggy, it was for sure going to rain, he could feel it in the air. It gave him a feeling of doom right down to his bones. Something bad was going to happen, he knew it. From the way others acting he guessed it was just his mind messing with him.

"Guess who finally woke up." Blair said to their group of close friends.

Oz rolled his eyes ignoring Blair's comment, he was not up for dealing with it. He instead went over to the gun stop to get his guns, sign out for patrol and get moving.

"Hey, you okay Oz?" Topic asked once Oz rejoined the group. "You pushed yourself a lot last night."

"Every muscle in my body aches right now," Oz shrugged fighting off the urge to yawn.

"Oh I can make your muscles ache if you know what I mean." Click butted in, Topic made a disgusted face and backed away a step or two.

"Click I swear to whatever God you believe in that I will shove my hand down your throat and rip out your vocal cords and feed them to Wonder's dog." Oz threatened but didn't actually mean it, he just liked making people uncomfortable. Click uwued before going to hide behind Topic. Oz sighed rubbing his forehead with both hands, not even an apocalypse can keep Click from being Click.

"Okay, thats our cue to go." Blair said leading the group to the truck that was used by the army at one point. She got in the front, Casper in the seat next to her. It was an unspoken agreement that Casper got the front seat.

It had been some time since Oz was out on patrol. So much had changed since then. Roads were only just driveable, although large parts of it had been sunken in. Moss and grass covered portions, if not completely taken over buildings. Flowers started budding in the cracks of the road. Trees started breaking the sidewalk with their roots as they outgrow their small square.