Chapter 1: How did I get here? Part one

Robin held his gun in his sweaty palms, a wave of fear washed over him as he entered the store. Instead of a clean bright store with shelf's filled with merchandise, blood stained the dark walls and floor while the shelf's were nearly deserted. But it was still a blessing to see food, no matter what it was.

His gun didn't lower though; Robin learned his lesson about that a long time ago.

Backing up to the shelf slowly, pointing his gun at the window. Turning slowly, Robin took the food and hurried to place it into his bag. The pale figure walked around grabbing anything that wasn't ripped apart.

But his biggest score was some rubbing alcohol and decent looking bandages. Sitting down on the counter top, Robin rolled up his worn out sweatpants. Then unwrapped a very thick bandage but was still soaked from all his moving, the gash was pretty deep and needed stitches. Unfortunately, Robin didn't have that kind of knowledge or supplies. The rubbing alcohol kept infections at bay and the bandages kept him from bleeding that much.

Satisfied with his work, Robin carefully got down from the counter.

A low growl echoed sending chills through Robin's body. Whipping out his gun, his hand trembled a bit as he tried to see where it was. "G-get out!" the poor boy yelled.

A moan, behind.

Moving as fast as he could, no thanks to his leg, Robin turned around to see an upper half of a decomposed human slowly crawling to him. Without hesitation Robin fired three bullets into its head. The thing stopped and more blood swiped onto the floor, the frail figure let out a long breath.

How the hell did he get here?

The question repeated in his head over and over.

He just turned six, that's when the outbreak happened. The things mauled everyone in the circus but Robin and his parents, thankfully to their acrobatic show they had high ground that protected them. But, watching everyone get mauled wasn't so lucky. It scared Robin. They needed to get down and find shelter though, his father volunteered as a distraction. It worked but Robin never saw him again, his mother kept telling him that his father was building a home for them to live in one day and everything would be better. The lie stuck. After a few months, his mother caught a new sickness. Robin didn't know what to do, grown ups are supposed to be strong and always be there, so why was this happening? She died in her sleep.

Robin spent a year alone and eat whatever he could. A man named Bruce Wayne found him and gladly took him in. The man became a father figure and taught Robin how to fight and defend himself. Bruce told him that his parents were waiting for him in their new home and one day he would see them again. That lie stuck as well. His life with Bruce lasted for three years. Bruce had gotten bitten and was slowly turning. Robin wanted to live but he wanted to be with Bruce too. But he knew that Bruce was slowly slipping away, so when he went to sleep, Robin shot Bruce in the head. Robin packed up a bag and left. He told himself that Bruce wasn't dead, instead Robin lied to himself and said that he was with Mama and Papa at their new home. And all he had to do was find it.

That lie burned into his brain.

A few months later he traveled across America in search of the "new home." Robin soon joined a group of four kids. The oldest Victor Stone, he had an artifact leg and arm due to a football accident, and the oldest; sixteen. Kori was an alien that recently came down to earth, she had orange skin and a weird liking to mustard, she was fourteen. Raven was half demon and a powerful sources, she was fourteen too. And last but never least, Garfield who had morphing abilities and was green, he was eight.

It was fun, hanging out with them. But like before, happiness didn't last for Robin. Victor was the first to go due to his weak immune system to newer illnesses. Kori was next, she was mauled by a group of zombie's mistaking one as a live person. Raven committed suicide because she thought she was bite but was only imagining things due to another new sickness. Robin kept Garfield close at all times, but fate was cruel and shoved another knife into his back. While he was asleep, Garfield wondered off . . . in the morning Robin found the remains of his shredded body from being attacked by rapid dogs. Robin was alone again.

But sticking to his lie, Robin still believed that his friends, Bruce, and his parents were waiting for him to come.

Robin focused back to the present, he needed to keep moving. It would be sundown soon and a hell a lot more would come.

He just had to keep moving.