This is the first of a series of random drabbles inspired by.. just about anything. There is no set update time as this is meant to be a relaxing outlet for my ideas. Feel free send me prompt ideas (in a PM or Review :) ) If I use it you will be mentioned in the AN. As always I am open to critiques, suggestions, and questions.
Sometimes blending into the crowd isn't the best idea..
A horde of common infected mulled about an intersection, shuffling along while waiting for their next meal to come around. Among the blood coated, sickly looking creatures hid the object of their desire. A survivor. At first glance, especially from a distance, his disguise was perfect. He looked just like another survivor that had fallen victim to the 'Green Flu', but upon closer inspection there was obvious signs of life.
Looking at his eyes was the biggest give away. A true infected had milky eyes with almost no iris nor intelligence visible. Instead his were clear, lively, and alert as they constantly scanned the crowd of infected for any sign that he'd been figured out. He also didn't have the need to constantly throw up, unlike those around him - though the smell nearly nauseated him to that point. One thing was certain though, he sure smelled like one. Aside from purposely covering himself in their stank and bile, they seemed to make it a point to throw chunks all over his legs and feet, there was even some splattered on his back.
Just as the man felt confident enough to start moving through the crowd and towards the other side of the intersection, a door on a nearby building flung open. "Whoo hoo! It's zombie ass-kickin' time gang!", shouted a man dressed in overall bottoms and a yellow shirt as he stood there, grinning from ear to ear in the doorway. As the closest infected threw themselves towards the man, he swung a blood coated axe and cleanly lodged it in one of their heads. From behind him three other survivors appeared and faced the horde before them, all of them wielding guns.
As more and more of the zombies took notice of the survivors, the man found himself barely able to stay standing as they rushed past him. Not wanting to end up trampled or shot, he attempted to swim through the crowd and away from the danger. He figured he would hide nearby and once the horde was dealt with he would reveal himself to the other survivors. There was just one little hitch with this plan...
"Hey, look over there Nick! That zombie has a med-kit on it's back! Get it, get it!", he heard someone yell, but before he could turn and make himself heard he felt a bullet graze his shoulder. "N-" was all he got out before half dozen more bullets were sent his way. As he felt himself fade away, the shouts and gunshots drowned out the screeches and growls of the infected. He was gone by the time the horde was cleared.
Stepping over the bodies, the group of survivors scavenged anything useful, eyes still alert and glancing often to the roof tops. "I found him! Ellis, get your ass over here and help me with this sucker!" Nick barked at the younger man, who then came running to help. He didn't really need help, Nick just didn't want to get his suit dirty.