The day was coming to an end, as he saw the sunset he began walking a little faster to reach a safe place before the darkness took over, making the zombies unstoppable.
He took out his trusty Beretta M9A1 from his low-end holster, he cocked the gun pulling the slide towards him, letting it go soon after. There was a carving of weeks he survived located on the slide. "II"
He kept looking around from time to time, trying to spot any useful resources. As of now, he didn't find anything.
Altough, he began walking towards an abondoned house, it's windows were barricaded with wooden planks with a red, spray painted cross on every window. Maybe it wasn't abondoned afterall.
He reached the scratched door, he pulled the handle down and opened the door, to his surprise. He slowly walked in, tightening his grip on the Beretta. He was a little scared, but in these days, you need to be prepared for everything.
He tried to focus on any sounds around.
"Jesus, what happened to you?" said a female voice, clearly caring fo others.
There was a slight pause.
"Don' worreh lass, notin' happened to me, just a little blood, no biggie" said a raspy male voice, clearly Scottish accent.
"That's not just blood, it's YOUR blood! Who did you fight? Did you get bitten?" asked the caring female again.
"It's.. it's not, it's just blood. Don' worreh lassie" said the same male again, Max started recognizing the male voice. Altough the female is still a mystery.
"Fox?" said the young man very quietly.
"Jesus, just.. just get yourself clean, please" said the female, she had a pretty light voice aswell.
The young man could hear footsteps, the footsteps sounded like if the male had had some heavy work boots, the same kind of boots that he had.
He began walking slowly while closing the door behind him, he aimed down the sights of the M9A1. He peeked around the corners of the doorways before walking up the stairs, as quietly as he could.
As he reached the top of the staircase, the only way he could go is to the right. He peeked from around the wall next to the staircase, he crouched down to not be spotted as easily.
He saw a little girl with a hoodie on, covering her upper body and her head, since she faced away from the man. She had a pair of jeans and pink 'Converse' type shoes. She stood up and walked around the room, having her hands in the pockets of the gray hoodie. She had some dirt on her jeans and shoes.
The man tried to make out who she is, but with no use. He couldn't see a thing since it was pretty dark inside.
The Scottish male came back through a doorway and made his way to the little girl, the male wasn't happy, he looked almost sad. The male looked like a fox, he had a black jacket with a black cap and some jeans. As the young man thought, the fox had a pair of work boots on, they were black.
The fox hugged the young girl tightly, trying to comfort her.
"Everything will be aight lassie, just stay with me. Everything will be aight.." he said and patted her head, kissing her forehead.
"I know it, as long we stick together-" she couldn't say more after she heard a sound behind her.
The young man tripped and fell from the stairs. He tried to skow down but couldn't do much, he just kept on being hurt by the stairs.
The young man finally stopped on the end of the stairs, laying there without moving.
The two on the second floor stared at the man with somewhat scared expressions.
"How did he get in? Oh my god, what if there's more of them? What if they are hunting us down? What if-" she got cut off again by another hug.
"Don' worreh too much about that lassie, we'll check him and get rid off that rat" said the fox with a slight smile, trying to loosen the tention.
The young man tried to move, but he felt pain everywhere. He fell down again.
-This is the tale of a young man from being a security guard to being a hero of New Millenia. And the name... Max, Max "Hunter" Traytor.
