A/N: Had a slightly rough day, and need to get my mind off of things. So, I'm going to leave this here. And hopefully work on it anytime I'm not busy.
WARNING: Strong language and violence. May turn M later on if needed. But for now, it's fine. If you don't strong language or violence, then please click the back button!
Time
~Prologue~
"Good times come and go, but memories last forever..."
The winter's bitter wind blew throughout the streets of Fairfield, rustling the trees and bushes, along with pushing around anything light enough to be blown away. The streets were painted with blood, along with decaying bodies that had flies, maggots, and even crows eating them away.
"Fucking sick," Mikey muttered bitterly. He crossed his arms, looking over at his friend, who was currently working on a car. "You almost got that thing runnin', man?"
"What was my answer the last time, dude?" he sighed, looking back at him. "This thing is basically dead. It's gonna take some time, so be patient, okay?"
"We don't got time, man!" he whined, starting to pace back and forth. "We got so many zombies after us, it ain't even funny!"
"It's been that way for... what? A month already?" The older went back to working on the car before him. "It shouldn't be a surprise anymore."
"Alex?" He looked back at the male. "I envy your calm nature. I mean, you lost nearly everyone, man! Your family, friends..."
"Well, it's not too easy, but you have to keep moving."
"Heh. What I wouldn't give to have everything back to normal."
"I hear ya, dude. I miss when this place was actually... nicer."
"Well, Fairfield sucked. But, it was better than this."
Mikey could hear him give off a slight chuckle. He leaned against the dying tree behind him. He stared up at the cloudy sky, biting his lip.
"Yo, Alex," he called out, catching the boy's attention once more. "You think... You think everything will go back to normal? Like... in a few years or so?"
"Dunno," came the monotone reply. "All we can do is hope it will."
"Man. Wish I could've actually said goodbye to the ones I loved, ya know?" he started, getting a grunt in agreement. "Wish I could've said goodbye to my mom, and that I loved her, instead of getting into that damn argument. Wish I could've been nicer to my little brother... Really wish I had spent more time with my girl, ya know? Could've spent those rainy nights at her place, watchin' movies or some shit." He slowly pushed himself off the tree, taking a few steps closer to Alex. "What about you? Anything you regret not doing before this all started?"
The Mexican ceased his work. What did he regret? What were his final words he wished to speak, but never had the chance? To say he loved his mother, father, and brother? To say his final goodbyes when he had the chance? To spend more time with his family, or friends? That he could've done more to save them?
"A lot of things, actually," he confessed, finally going back to work with a small shake of the head. "But, I didn't. Wish I had, but... I didn't."
"Hey! Did you also have a-"
"Don't," he warned, his dark eyes narrowing as he glared at the Italian beside him. He already knew where this was going, and didn't want to walk down that memory lane. "Don't ever bring that up. I don't wanna ever hear that again, alright? I made my mistakes, I didn't take enough chances, and... I don't wanna be reminded of it, okay?"
"Yeah. Sorry, man," Mikey put his head down, walking away from his friend. He bit his lip gently, watching the male work, before a sound caught his attention.
"C'mon! Hurry up!"
"I'm going as fast as I can, alright?! I'm tired!"
"So am I! But I'm not complaining! Or taking forever to cross a damn parking lot!"
"Alex, you hear-"
"Yeah. I do," he spoke, cutting him off. The two left their spots, walking to the corner of the once quiet street. Two males could be seen. One with tan skin, and one a tanning white. The tan male was still complaining about his friend taking forever to drag a backpack filled with items, while the other just simply told him (in an irritated and angry tone) that he didn't have enough energy for running back and forth.
"You think we should get their attention?" Mikey asked. Alex thought for a moment. He did know the tan one from school. He saw him after third period, walking with... her.
"Yeah... C'mon," The two quietly made their way for the squabbling teens. And when they were close enough, Alex called out a loud: "Hey!"
The two jumped, surprised to see actual humans and not... dead humans walking around wanting to taste their insides. The white male gave a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face.
"Thank God!" he cheered, clapping his hands together. "People who are alive!"