Hi everyone! I'm MusicNinja. Technically this is the first story I have posted, but I am no stranger to Fanfiction. Anywho, this is a post- apocalyptic Shassie story that I have been dying to write! This first chapter will just be a SHORT prolog, but I promise my normal chapters will be much longer. I will try to post weekly, but no promises. My family and I are currently traveling in Europe for 6 months and WIFI is never guaranteed. {currently in Sweden}
Warning: This will be a Rated- M story, but I will always put in warnings before.
Disclaimer: Sadly I am just a girl with a laptop, and occasionally a pineapple... nothing else -.-
Rotten Pineapples: Prologue
A figure cautiously limped forward on the dirt road. He smelled of rot and his once tailored clothes lay in tatters against his clammy skin. The blistering sun was beating down with a vengeance, but only one thought occupied his shiny head.
'When I find him, I WILL kill him this time!'
Gus had been walking for four hours. FOUR HOURS! He was alone in the middle of an infested city and he was extremely pissed off. Him and Shawn had been wandering around looking for other survivors for five weeks now, and the first time Gus finally gave in to splitting up to find supplies, the idiot gets lost.
Without a steady stream of new batteries their star trek walkie talkies were long since dead, so the best clue Gus had as to where Shawn was, was that he was in search of food. So, for the last chunk of the day Gus had been looking in every grocery store and home for his missing friend. He was running out of options though. There were a few more gas stations and a Whole Foods (which is mostly fruits and veggies) at the end of the road. Gus immediately started towards the end of the street because knowing Shawn he probably went to the one store that would have the least amount of edible food left.
As Gus looked into the darkened store his heart nearly stopped. There on the ground was Shawn sprawled on his stomach with his bat bloodied next to him. Without a second thought Gus wrenched the door open, uncaring if he was too loud, and rushed to his friends side.
"Shawn!" Gus yelled as he shook the limp shoulder. An agonizing moment later Shawn moved over and fixed him with an agonized stare.
"I found them... But we were too late" Shawn whispered past chapped lips as he pointed to a green crate in the corner. Wide eyed, Gus slowly walked over and looked in the bin.
The smell was rancid and sour, and flies were pillaging the remains. Gus teared up as he looked at the barely recognizable carcasses laying at the bottom of their grave. Soon he joined Shawn and wailed in unmanly cries over the ghastly sight before them. They sobbed on the dirty floor for a while before accepting the devastating reality.
The pineapples were rotten.
So yeah, that was just a small into for the story. Please review, and I will update as soon as possible.
- MN