Love of the dead
Hell
Thats what could describe the condition of the city I lived in at the moment.
Hell
You may think I'm just kidding but.
seriously?
would you consider me crazy in this situation?
Where people are shambling around like dead corpses and trying to eat you alive?
If you do...
Where have you been man?
SERIOUSLY!? If you haven't seen you're closest friends and neighbors turn into zombies and try to eat you then GOD! WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!? JESUS!
huh, well anyway wherever you are you're lucky. Meanwhile I'm out here burring my ass trying to get of the mainland... On my own...
Fuck.
A lone girl walks through the streets of the city. Always cautious of her surroundings. She flinches as a garbage can in a nearby alleyway falls over. She points her M16 in the direction of the sound. Only to sigh in relief as a cat walks out of it. But then she flinches again as a hunter lands right behind the cat, Following it. Weird, She thought but noticing that the hunter apparently is paying no mind to her she continues.
A while later
She's running... again. It's like everytime she thinks she has it good. that she's gonna be fine and not receive any new wounds. she DOES. And just when she thinks things couldn't get any worse. It again DOES.
" RRRRAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH"
A tank roared flipping away a patrol car in the process. and killing a few of the commons chasing her too. She fires of a few burst's of explosive rounds at the tank. It mangages to slow it down alittle but it keeps up the chase still. Soon she sees a picture of a red house with a cross in the middle. An arrow pointing to the subway tunnel stairs next to it.
" perfect " she says and rushes to the tunnel.
Shit just PERFECT, She sees a hunter and a witch sitting in between her and the safe room. They both look at her. And... oddly enough they almost look like siblings(the hunter had its hood off) both having brown hair. The hunter having a deeper brown.
" Please for just this once let me pass "
" ... "
" Please I-I don't want to die "
" ... "
They look at each other and the hunter nods. The witch walks away to a safer spot while the hunter rises up and walks over to her. It places a hand on her shoulder and nods. Then walks off behind her. Stunned she stood there. Did that actually just fucking work?, she thinks and is interrupted by the sound of someone screaming DIE! and the sound of the tank and the commons following her dieing . She looks behind her to see the tank ripped in half. Its upper body hanging from a spike in the ceiling. A few commons with they're guts splattered everywhere. Where the rest of the commons went she didn't know but there is one thing she knew. That the hunter before her saved her. The hunter looks back to her and mouths Go to her. And she does. Though not without running up to the hunter and planting a sweet little kiss on his cheek.
" thank you " she mutters into its she leaves heading into the safe room and locking it and waving goodbye to the hunter and disappearing.
Meanwhile the hunter just stood there. Dumbfounded by what the survivor just did. He looked back to see her waving at him. He waved a clawed hand at her. But he doubts she saw that as she disappears. He sighs brushing his cheek with morbidly bloody claws still littered with bits and pieces of the inferior of his species. And thinks. Why she just did that
Meanwhile she was giggling as she took the first shower she's taken in weeks. One because of the running water and the fact she just kissed a boy. Even if the boy was a psychotic killing machine. But with that small moment she knew things were looking up for her.