I Don't Bite

~Chapter 1~

I was playing minecraft with Clay; while streaming when I got the alert,

"There is a new incurable virus.The virus is only transmitted through a bite from an infected persons. Anyone infected will have grey skin, and glazed eyes. Keep away from infected persons." It played over my stream, I could hear Clay's phone having the same announcement. I looked into the camera. I didn't know what to do. I read the chat; people were all yelling, and freaking out. Most of the donations had stopped.

"Uh- guys... I'm gonna end the stream..." I said slowly, my voice cracked a little when I said stream. The chat was spammed with 'Stay safe', 'Ily', ect. I ended the stream.

"George, what does this mean..." Clay asked me. I stared blankly at my monitor. Unsure how to respond, what was going on? "George?" Clay asked again.

"I dunno..." is all I said. There was a short silence before Clay spoke again,

"George, can we facetime," the way he spoke... it was scary it sounded too serious,

"Yeah- yeah sure," we ended the discord call. My phone rang, I answered. There before me was a green eyed man. I blushed slightly, but it went away quickly when I remembered the seriousness of the situation.

"If... if anything serious happens we need to meet up somewhere," he spoke, his voice is calming,

"Yeah, but where..." I adjusted my phone in my hand slightly,

"I dunno somewhere in-between us..."

We eventually made a decision on where to meet up, I packed anything I would need, and left immediately. Clay left on plane, and so did I.

(Time Skip)

The world I used to know is gone... It's become apocalyptic. Stores closed, then raided. The economy crashed. People died. A lot of them. It's been a few months since I got on that plane. I've made, and lost friends. I still haven't found dream. At the moment I'm alone, it's hard. I trudged through the wasteland looking for any supplies to take back to my camp. Clay's probably dead... I probably shouldn't think like that, but it's the truth. Some monster- Zombie- whatever the hell those things are, probably got him. I looked around and saw a scrap of lime green fabric, I crouched down to pick it up. This could be useful. Wait, Clay wears a green hoodie... I quickly stood up looking around frantically. He's probably not here... but what if. I jogged around for about ten minutes, I didn't find anything.

I lay on my cot awake, and thinking. What if Clay is looking for me? The world is so big we'll probably never find each other. My stomach dropped. He probably isn't even looking for me. Tears pushed at the back of my eyes. But if he is... does that mean he is feeling like this too? Tears poured out. I don't want him to be sad. Shff shff shff. I stiffened, tears still rolling down my cheeks. I grabbed my hand gun from the side of my bed. Shff shff shff. The sound came from behind me. I loaded my gun, and was ready to shoot. I sat up, and turned around. I stared into the darkness. My gun pointed at the entrance of my base. The sounds continued. A hunched over grey body shuffled into the door way. My finger pushed against the trigger. BANG! I shot it right in the chest. The monster dropped. BANG! BANG! BANG! I shot it again and again and again. I learned the hard way they don't always die on the first shot. Tears burst out, I covered my mouth so the noise wouldn't attract more of these- These- evil creatures. I sniffled, wiped my face, and cried out softly. Over and Over and Over.

I sat there on my cot, gun pointed at, this body on the floor. The sun shone in. I decided it was safe now. I dragged the body with most of my strength. These things seemed to be heavier than humans. I had to pause to take a few breaths. Once I had taken it a safe distance away I continued walking, again looking for more supplies.

//AN: I somehow forgot George was colorblind in this and the next chapter, but just ignore that mkay cul//
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