Signless zombie au

by mangonyan

The Signless is orphaned at a very young age after a horrible attack via biological warfare. He is saved by the Dolorosa after leaving the safety of his home in search of food. Many years later, at sixteen, he is on the front lines as a revolutionary. But his attempts at reorganizing society in America seem to be fruitless.

1. Chapter 1

I saw death at a young age. Running, screaming children flood the streets. Frantic teachers chase after them in the hope to console the panicking numbers. This is my first memory of the disaster. I was in the second grade. The initial impact of the virus took my family and many of my classmates. I hid in my basement for a month before having to leave to get more supplies. Braving a trip up to the house for weapons was one thing, going out into the newly destroyed world was another. Gangs roamed the streets alongside the undead. The gutters were full of the dead and the starving. Whenever I even tried to even peek out of a window, I was terrified.

I finally gather the courage to walk outside my home, armed only with a mere pistol and a kitchen knife. I shrug my oversized duffel bag up on my shoulder as I walk down the street. A few starving undead shuffle towards me. I pull out the gun and cock it. I have a grating urge to shit myself and run home to starve. My stomach grumbles loudly, reminding me of my mission. I run to the nearest empty house and go to the kitchen. The door slams behind me in my fear. I start to dig through the cabinets in search for food and first aid supplies. I throw everything I find into my bag. The bottom cabinets are soon emptied and I climb up onto the counter to reach the top ones. Once my bag is full, I run out of the house and back to my own house. The back is heavy and it slows me down quite a bit. I had forgotten about the shuffling zombies until it was too late. They were chasing me down the street. I was getting weak, tired even. I am so close to home when my little legs give out. I close my eyes and wait for my limbs to be torn from my body. It never happened. I open my eyes to see a flash of green. A head lands beside me. I pale and turn away, trying to get up. I eventually succeed in this grueling task and watch the mysterious new person slaughter the undead. I raise a wobbly arm in attempt to aim, but my arm gives out and the pistol clatters to the ground. Everything starts to go blurry for a moment. My stomach protests to the lack of food. My mouth is dry. The ground drops out from underneath me. The last thing I remember is a flash of green and fleeting warmth.