The bitter cold had seeped through his name-brand hoodie and wrapped a shivering hand around the Doctor's torso. Escape was futile, due to the fact that Richtofen was on his way home. He put his left hand in a pocket. He dreaded going grocery shopping without taking the car. He thought that for sure the weather would stay lively, vibrant and summer-like, but he was wrong. The weather had dropped from 64 degrees down to 29 degrees within the last 6 hours. Night had fallen and the sun had departed, leaving behind nothing besides glaciation.
The dark-haired man mumbled to himself about how much he hated Dempsey and wished that the dull-witted weather hadn't deceived him. He inhaled the frozen air into his lukewarm lugs and then exhaled. The breath turned a ghostly white, then dissolved into nothing.
As he sauntered past a shadowy brick alley, a whimper echoed from it, catching his pale ear. Richtofen's eyebrows rose up inquisitively and he took a few steps back, peering down the dark pathway. A demonic high-pitched noise reached him. Pulling a switch-blade from his pocket and popping it open, the Doctor began his cautious steps into the dark abyss.
Following his first few steps into the darkness, Edward peeked back behind him over his shoulder, staring out at the darkness of the night. The busy street drove the voices in his head a bit insane. Grinding his teeth together in a disturbed manner, he faced forward and continued his prudent stride. Two yellow dots ahead of him pulled him even deeper into the alley. Almost automatically, the large, blonde orbs gave him flashbacks to the world before it became repopulated.
Flashbacks of the zombie apocalypse.
Their crazed screams. Victims of element 115, rotting and devouring anything that had a beating heart and racing blood. Controlled by an evil German girl who called herself Sam. She played upon the moon, hugging a stuffed bear and attempting to kill the Doctor and his companions. Little Sam was a nuisance, always screaming from her little palace named the M.P.D. Richtofen swore up & down that one day, he'd rip out her-
A gentle nibbling upon his calf pushed him from his thoughts. The German looked down into two wide, yellow eyes. His breath hitched in his throat. A zombie? But how? Could it be a crawler? Questions ran wild through his mind as he placed his switch-blade firmly between his teeth.
Reaching his now free, shivering hand into his pocket, he pulled out his phone. Clicking the small button at the very bottom of the phone, the blinding light hit Richtofen in the face. He squinted, then flashed the light towards the monster below him. The terrifying eyes belonged to a tiny body. The body of an infant to be exact. Richtofen tilted his head a bit, a little confused and bewildered by the specimen he had accidentally stumbled across.
The sadist got down on one knee and stared at the baby zombie before him. It continued to nibble on his leg, but he didn't mind. Judging on how it hadn't ripped through the denim of his jeans yet, it had no teeth. In fact, he was teething. Richtofen looked at the blood-red blanket that was wrapped around it's small, naked waist. Taking a few, alert looks around, he pulled the blanket up over the baby's head and pulled it's mouth off of his leg.
Standing to his feet and hoisting the child onto his left hip, Edward clenched his cell phone and plastic grocery bags in his right hand. The older man emerged from the alley and continued his way home. The zombified, baby boy pulled it's way up the blue-eyed man's chest and laid his head on Richtofen's shoulder. Hungrily nibbling at his new friend's shoulder, the child peered over the shoulder as well and startled a lone woman walking behind the two.
A gasp sounded from behind him and drool was drenching his hoodie. Richtofen had just taken a risk. He knew he'd receive crap from the other 3 for this.