Lost in Time

Zombies!?

The first this that I feel as I come to is the wind. That's weird. Wasn't I—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—UGH"

I fall out of the sky, barely conscious and crashing into the ground.

"What the—"

I sit up, and I look down at the ground. I have some pretty gnarly scrapes and bruises, though it feels like I broke my arm. But, there are cracks where I landed. If I damaged the concrete, shouldn't I have gotten more hurt?

I don't have more time to ponder this, as I hear something. I look down the street, standing up.

"Hello? I'm a bit lost, would you help me?"

I move closer, and the figure is wearing torn clothing, and they look pretty beat up themselves.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The figure turns around, and I stumble back. The face is torn up, bone sticking out of places it shouldn't. The skin looks like it's rotting away, and all the figure can manage is a groan.

"Is this... real?"

I yell out, "Set, if this is one of your tricks, this isn't funny! You aren't going to break me!"

I hear more groans, and the sound of footsteps. All I have on me are some drinks I took from the wedding, and my phone. I look around, and I don't see any weapons I could use. Almost everything is stripped down, or too broken to use. As I start to back away from the approaching, what I assume to be Zombies, I look behind me.

I'm surrounded.

I duck behind a car, starting to panic.

"Think Cal, Think! How am I going to get out of this?!"

They start to close in, and I shut my eyes.

"I never got to tell Lychee—"

B
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I flinch, and peek out from behind the car, and see somebody appear from another building, wielding a gun. He starts shooting down the zombies, and I take cover again behind the car.

I hear the sound of the fight going on for a few minutes, and then silence. I want to look back, but before I stand up the person approaches me. His skin is deathly pale. His hair is greying, but it doesn't seem from old age. He wears a leather jacket, with a plain t-shirt and jeans. He kinda looks... dead?

"What are you doing out in the open, kid? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

"No, I— I'm pretty lost. And, I'm sorry if this is rude. Why do you look... Dead?

"It's a long story. But, I'm half zombie."

"You're not going to eat me, right?"
I skootch back a little.

"I don't eat the living, don't worry. Although, you look pretty busted up. Are you alright?"

"It feels like my arm's broken, but the rest are just cuts and bruises."