Yao sprinted down the cluttered abandoned streets with his heart racing. "Gaauuuuhh!" pale limp bodies chased him down the street moaning. He turned the corner on the street only to reveal even more zombies. He ran a little ways down the street stopping in front of an alley way. 'What's going on? What's wrong with them!?' he thought confused and terrified.
One jumped out from behind a trash can and grabbed his shoulders snapping at his neck barely missing. "Aaah! NO!" He yelped and pushed the zombie away. He then wacked it in the head with a wok he had with him; the only protection he could find. He knocked it back a few feet then it lunged for him again. He stepped aside just in time then wacked with his wok once more knocking it to the ground. He turned to run but two more were in his way. They moaned in hungry moans stepping towards him.
"Uuuugghh!" they moaned. "G-go away! L-leave me alone!" he demanded. The zombies didn't listen they just stared with their pale white eyes as if they hadn't even heard him. He swung his wok at the one closest to him. It threw up its hands and stopped it. It latched its grey fingers onto in not letting go. Yao yanked at it but the zombie had a death grip on it. He gave one last hard yank then it came free. The force sent him falling back. He landed on his butt.
The zombies moved closer. "N-NO! GET BACK!" Yao wailed scooting backwards down the alley. He turned and scrambled to his feet sprinting down the alley. He stopped. Just his luck a dead end! He turned around to see the zombies advancing closer and faster. "AI YA!" he squeaked in fear. He swallows and holds his wok out in front of him with both hands. "S-stay back! S-stay back!" he stutters. The zombies limped forward faster mouths open and arms out stretched. He closes his eyes tight chanting in his head "Please give me wings! Please give me wings! Please give me wings!" The zombies lunge forward. Then as if answering his prayers something grabs the collar of his jacket and pulls him up.
His feet come off the ground and he is lifted up. The moaning flesh eater's hands just barley misses his feet. Yao looks up to see that he is being lifted by a large man with platinum blond hair and a scarf around his neck. The man lifts him over the rail of the fire escaped he was standing under. Once he makes it over the rail the blonde falls back on his butt with Yao in his arms. Yao lays there for a moment letting the fact that he survived sink in then, remembers the strong blonde that pulled him up. Yao scrambles to all fours crawling to the far side of the fire escape. Turning around and holding his wok out in front of him shakily.
The blonde sits up and looks at him. "Don't come any closer!" Yao demands. The blonde crawls forward. "It's ok I'm not one of them." The blond says calmly in a Russian accent. "I said stay back!" Yao snaps again holding out his wok shaking with fear at the advancing blonde. The blonde crawls over to the shaking Chinese and pulls away the wok slowly. "Are you ok? I saw them grab you." He lifts his hand to check around Yao's collar for bites. Yao swats his hand away. "Don't touch me!" he yells. The blonde pulls his hand away and looks Yao in the eyes. He whispers in a calming voice "Its ok I'm not one of them." He points to his eye "Their eyes have no color, Da?" Yao looks into the Russians eyes they are a soft beautiful violet that look friendly and reassuring. Yao stops trembling and nods not breaking eye contact with the big Russian. The Russian smiles "Are you hurt?" Yao looks down at his body everything is there. He shakes his head. "Good!" the Russian sighs. "I got you in time!" The zombies below start snarling in rage that there meal was taken away. The Russian looks down at them worried "We must go, Da." He grabs Yao's hand and pulls him to his feet. "Follow me."
The Russian says walking up the stairs of the fire escape. Yao follows after looking down at the hungry zombies once more. He follows the Russian up the fire escape stairs to the roof. "My name is Ivan Braginski. What is yours?" the Russian ask. "Wang Yao." Yao reply's. They step off the fire escape on to the roof top. "Well Yao you are very lucky that you lived. I'm actually surprised that I could reach you from the fire escape!" Ivan chuckles Yao looks at him questioningly. "I mean because you so short I almost couldn't reach you!" Ivan says innocently. "Wha- I'm not short you ass!" Yao yells fuming. Ivan chuckles again at Yao's reaction. 'What the hell is wrong with him we just met and know he's making fun of me!?' Yao thinks to himself.
Ivan turns and begins walking towards a small shed on top of the roof. He opens the door and waves his hand motioning for Yao to come in. Yao walks over and piers in the door looking around to make sure it safe before walking in. The shed must have been used for storage or something because there was a bunch of cleaning supplies on the shelves. Ivan walks over to a desk and pulls out a big Swiss army knife he had clipped onto his pants. He then pulls out and assortment of pocket knives he had in hidden pockets in his jacket then pulls out a pistol he had in a holster on his hip. "I only have one gun so you'll have to use a knife da." He suggests handing Yao a red pocket knife. Yao clicks it open and it has a little dragon carved into the blade. Yao holds it awkwardly not really knowing how to protect himself with it. Ivan notices "Are you not good with knives or something?" Ivan asks. "No it's just …. I'm not really good with close up combat." Yao replies.
Ivan looks around the room the spots a broom on the wall "I can fix that." Ivan gets the push broom and breaks off the end. He then takes the knife from Yao and uses some duct tape to attach the knife to the end of the pole. Once it's all taped up he gives the spear he just made to Yao. "That is better da?" he asks. Yao hold the spear then swings it a few times. He looks up at Ivan and nods "Shi, thank you." Ivan smiles then turns back to the table. He puts his gun back in the holster and clips his knife back to his thigh only grabbing one of the other pocket knives. "Can't take all theses with us we have to travel light da." Ivan says. "right." Yao replies. Ivan takes out his pistol again and takes out the clip. He begins doing a bunch of stuff tinkering with the parts taking stuff out and putting it back in. Yao takes a seat on a nearby stool.
Yao is the first to break the silence "So… thanks for saving me back there...if you hadn't showed up I would have been done for." Yao says thankfully. Ivan looks back smiling "It was nothing really. But at first I thought you were a woman running down the street screaming like you were." Ivan says chuckling. "What!?" Yao yells fuming. He hated being mistaken for a girl. "Would you not have saved me if you knew I was a boy!?" Yao questioned. "Of course not!" Ivan laughed "I prefer boys anyway." Ivan whispered turning back to his gun on the table. Even though Ivan whispered, Yao was able to hear the last part. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could form the words a low moaning came from outside the shed.