PROLOGUE: END TIMES
This is the prologue to a piece of Fan-Fiction I've been thinking about writing here on . This first chapter is a glimpse into the future, taking place around Act III of the actual story. Hopefully, it'll get you guys excited and pumped to see more. Anyway, thanks you guys for reading and, if you do enjoy, please leave a REVIEW and I'll upload the first few chapters. Also, if you haven't already, check out my story The Walking Dead: Season Two, a piece of Fan-Fiction based on the hit video game. Anyway, without further ado...
Chris' footsteps echoed down his empty, lifeless street as he scuttled down the dimly lit street, the streetlights like parted clouds that let a beam of light shine through on that cold night. The night was bitterly cold enough to turn Chris' minty breath to steam as he shivered helplessly in his jeans and shirt that were now covered in blood, but it was only then that Chris had first noticed how soaked in bright, red blood his clothes were. The 16 year-old boy looked at his hands sheepishly. He seemed taken aback when he saw how bloody and battered his knuckles were, and how wet with blood and sweat his palms were. He looked as though he could have just butchered a pig, but Chris knew far too well where the blood had come from. He took another glance over his shoulder to find his beloved street was still empty.
Chris vaulted effortlessly over the white picket fence that guarded the house's green and freshly-mown front lawn, A lot of effort had gone into keeping the green grass of that house healthy, colourful and alive – but that hadn't stopped Chris from marching across the lawn and squashing the grass under his feet, along with a few daisies that had shown their little faces. Now on the doorstep, Chris hammered away at the front door with his fist, creating enough noise to wake the entire street. Chris knew he had not to worry about waking anyone inside the house, which was empty except for the friend he knew he could always rely on, even at this time at night. So when Chris could make out his blurred figure through the door's glass, Chris knew that Gordie Lachance was here for him again…
…But that didn't necessarily mean he had to like it.
The door swung open with a creak almost louder than Chris' knocking. "Chris?" Gordie asked confusedly as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "What're you doing here?"
Chris had one foot inside Gordie's home. "I'm in trouble, Gordie," he told his friend, hoping he'd hold the solution like he always seemed to. "I need you," he pleaded. Chris had never said something so true, he realised. He stared deep into Gordie's eyes, even though his friend struggled to look back at him. Gordie looked between his feet. He should have sent his friend home to cool off, but he knew too well that he couldn't send him away without what he'd come here for. Gordie just wished so hard that things could go back to the way they had been no long ago, when life in Castle Rock was so much simpler.
"I need you too," Gordie told his friend, his hearth thumping in his chest like a little girl. "That's why you can't do this," he explained in an attempt to reach out to Chris.
"But Christ pulled back. "My gun, Gordie," Chris told him quickly. "I need my gun."
And then, as quickly as Chris had spoken the words, Gordie was gone. His door still ajar, Chris peaked his head through. He saw Gordie pulling the pistol from out of an old, dust vase from the top of the bookshelf that was twice as tall as Gordie, requiring him to climb up and grab the vase. Gordie wiped away a lonesome tear, and approached Chris with the gun in hand. Looking down at his feet the way he always did when he saw angry, afraid or both, Gordie handed the gun to Chris.
"I'll see ya… I guess," Gordie told his friend. Chris smiled. He'd always had a way with words. Gordie finally looked at Chris. They met each other's eyes, and Chris' heart raced.
"Not if I see you first," Chris jested. He leaned in, pulled Gordie to him, and kissed him on the lips one last time. Then, Chris waved his friend goodbye, and disappeared out the door.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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